Your uncle spoils his father

Go home and see, this is a normal thing, but today Zhou Jingwei is extraordinarily stressed.

It's not because someone in the trunk prepared a large pile of so-called "presents from visiting the elders"...

Last night's New Year's Eve, I stayed up until twelve o'clock sharp, and everyone bid farewell to the sound of fireworks outside.

The biological clock didn't wake up Zhou Jingwei on time today, and the family didn't wash up until 08:30.

After breakfast, it was nine o'clock.Counting the time to set off, Lin Yichen took out several boxes from his original bedroom.

In any case, it must be stuffed in the trunk, and there is even a rice cooker and a garment steamer in this pile.

This funny look really made Zhou Jingwei laugh, he couldn't help joking: "Are you moving?"

After finally moving all the things out, he was pacing back and forth in the room like an ant on a hot pan in a hurry.

Hearing someone making fun of himself again, he picked up the box and stuffed it into the other person's arms: "This is for our parents to bring over, hurry up, hurry up and load it into the car!"

For these things, this person is very determined.

deliver!These have to be given to our parents!

After beating Zhou Jingwei to death, he never expected that this person would change his words so naturally.

Think about it in another way, if you went to Lin Yichen's house today, you probably wouldn't be able to say anything when you saw Mama Lin.

After all, I didn't know Taishan before, and I treated such a master like an ordinary friend and an ordinary housewife. I hope the elderly don't mind...

It's just that sending such a lot of things over like this will probably put a lot of pressure on my parents.

As a result, my parents still spoke the traditional words of traditional parents.

It was my mother who opened the door. When they met, they greeted the three people outside the door with big and small bags with a smile: "Oh, you are here! Your dad has been talking about it all morning!"

After entering the door, a loud and clear voice came from the sofa in the living room: "Oh, Xiao Lin, come here as soon as you come, what else do you bring!"

Father Zhou's mental state is indeed much better now, at least his complexion is ruddy and he has resumed the "big speaker" function mentioned earlier.

This is an old-fashioned community, the building is not high with only six floors, and Zhou Jingwei's parents live on the second floor.

The decoration in the house is very simple, but because of the strong smell of fireworks, there is always a kind of warmth that makes people feel at home.

Zhou's mother took the things in the hands of several people, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then asked the two adults to talk with Zhou's father, and took Xiao Zhou into the kitchen to wash the fruit.

When Father Zhou saw his chess friend, he immediately became addicted to chess. He quickly made room for a chess board on the coffee table: "Xiao Lin, it's so good of you to come! Come and play chess together!"

Zhou Jingwei found it hard to accept that he was left out when he returned home.

One by one, one took the child, and the other happily started playing chess with his chess buddies.

Hang him out like a log...

Parents, I am your son!

He coughed lightly and pretended to be serious: "Dad, Lin Yichen just came to our house, and you pestered him to play chess with you. Be careful that my mother will miss you again when she sees her!"

Although the mother doesn't talk much at home, it doesn't mean that the status of the family is low.

Everyone in the community knows that Lao Zhou is absolutely henpecked.

No matter how much fun you have with your chess friends outside, once your wife comes to the chess table, there is no need to say anything, as long as he coughs, he will obediently leave the table and go home to eat.

So when it comes to mother, father will definitely release him honestly.

"It's hard to come here once, and I'll show you around."

In fact, it’s not much better. The 90-square-meter room itself is not too big. Standing in the living room, you can almost see the head at a glance.

Two minutes later, the two entered Zhou Jingwei's bedroom.

It was a small bedroom, and there were many hot-blooded animation posters on the wall, which seemed to have faded due to the age.

"This is my old room."

I seldom go home these few years, but the room is still as tidy as ever, and my mother who loves to clean must come to clean it on time every day.

Not only did he seldom go home, even if he seldom entered this room.

Because the company still has a lot of things to do, even if you come here, you won't stay overnight.

Besides, with a child, it is indeed inconvenient to have only one single bed in this room.

When Zhou Jingwei saw the poster on the wall, he felt a little nostalgic - he also liked anime for a while in high school, and bought a lot of these things with his pocket money.

Looking back now, I can't even recognize the names of those characters.

"You have so many awards!"

In the drawer of the desk lies a stack of awards, big and small.

"Three Good Students", "Knowledge Contest No. 1", "Excellent Class Leader"... Almost all the honorary certificates that can be obtained during primary and secondary schools have been won.

Regarding these awards, Zhou Jingwei had already calmed down, and smiled helplessly: "When I was young, if I studied well, I would have everything."

It’s just that in today’s society, good academic performance doesn’t mean you have everything. HR doesn’t care about your college transcripts, but only your contribution to the company.

The period from elementary school to university is nothing more than a train leading to the society. Some people have high-end soft seats, and some have standing tickets.

But most people in the society don't care how you got here, everyone only cares about what you will do.

Those achievements that were once proud of, on the contrary, gradually became ironic materials in the mouths of relatives.

In the past, he was good at studying, had good grades, and didn't make trouble with people.

"Xiao Wei was smart when he was young, and our Aqiang didn't have as good grades as him." This sentence is basically the second aunt's annual repertoire. No matter what the atmosphere is, she has to show off her son, " However, this is luck, and now I have opened a company to be the boss! There is a shortage of people, if you call Xiao Wei, you must be hired with a high salary!"

These former honors have long been eclipsed the moment he stepped into society.

Miyoshi students can't eat as food, and the No. 1 quiz competition won't make their salary a few hundred dollars more. Even if these things are rotten and moldy, Zhou Jingwei will not feel the slightest bit of distress.

After all, these things are no different from waste paper now, and they are too hard to wipe your ass/butt when it is convenient.

This is similar to the salary slip of a young social animal - looking angry, and going to the toilet is too thin...

At the beginning, these awards were still posted on the wall, and everyone could see them when they entered the house.

In the end he took them down silently, and for a while there was a physical disgust at the sight of them.

At that time, he seemed to be a little inexplicably dazed by these honors, and he couldn't extricate himself from the "honor", but in the end he still gave in to reality.

After all, short honors are meaningless to an adult. If there is no material reward, he doesn't even want to fight for outstanding employees.

Before he could dwell on some troubles in the past, Lin Yichen's slightly surprised voice came from next to his ear: "Is this when you were young, so cute!"

It was a group photo of elementary school graduation, pressed at the bottom of the certificate, a group of children who were about the same age as Xiao Zhou's classmate laughed and celebrated their elementary school graduation together, and each person's name was corresponding to it.

Zhou Jingwei was in the middle of the first row, with a short cropped hair and a thin and small stature, smiling brightly while holding his award for being the first in the grade.

The elementary school classmates in the photo have almost lost contact due to various things.

Even the ones who played best when they were young have not been in touch with each other for a long time. Now they are quietly lying in their favorite list, and occasionally they can see a few of their updates by swiping through Moments.

But he didn't say a word.

Now that everyone has their own lives, disturbing others is not what adults should do.

What's more, everyone is busy, and they usually contact us suddenly to help or borrow money.

Now, everyone is very afraid, very afraid that these people who have been lying in the address book for a long time will suddenly greet you one day.

This is the reality of adults, and it has long been sung clearly in Mayday's song: "I am most afraid of the sudden quietness of the air, and the sudden concern of my friends..."

"It's me. I don't look good. No one ever praised me for being good-looking when I was young."

This sentence is indeed not modest. When Zhou Jingwei was a child, the words used to describe him were always "smart" and "easy to learn". No one has ever praised himself for his good looks.

He leaned over to look at himself as a child, but couldn't help but laugh.

Then he frowned again.

It's not so good looking, it's dumb, and it also looks silly when it smiles.

I don't know how this person's aesthetics can be so distorted that he thinks such a person is good-looking...

"Are there any other pictures?"

"No, just this one."

He didn't like taking pictures very much since he was a child. Although he had some photos, he didn't know where they were left in that corner, and then disappeared inexplicably.

Just like those classmates, once they are placed in a corner of memory, they will slowly dissipate over time, and in the end they will not remember anything.

The graduation photos from the university are in the study room where I live now, and the high school and junior high school photos have been spoiled by the children of relatives.

The only surviving photo of the family is this elementary school photo.

It can’t be said that, there should still be a few photos with the parents. After all, when the mother called at the beginning, the father would say something like "when will the son go home" to the photos.

"It's a pity, I didn't get to know you when I was young, otherwise I would have chased you down like Dian!" Lin Yichen looked at him, and smiled with regret.

It seems to be regretting "seeing each other late".

"That's not necessarily true. My dad didn't tell you every time that I was so boring when I was a child. How could you like me?"

Moreover, it is not unknown for this person to not know how to cook until he was in college.

The current him has been polished countless times by the turbulent crowd in the society before he erased his youthful and hurtful edges and corners;

Sometimes, it is not too late to meet each other.

On the contrary, it will hurt everyone early.

It's a new year again, and this year is another year older.

38 years old, although it is not the best youth that everyone said, but it is also a mature age.

The green and ripe fruits have faded away, so that people will not grin their teeth in pain.