The Boyfriend Return Policy

Xu Du, as a waste who was officially certified (Mr. Zhuang) as incapable of everything, finished the short-distance carrying work (shopping bags), and was officially laid off and retired. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a remote control and doing nothing. to switch channels.

He shrugged his eyelids, and he was unmoved by the changing TV series, obviously none of them could be read.

Xu Du: "Dad, if you want to see it, go in."

Teacher Xu, who was probing his head, was serious in an instant: "What are you talking about! If you have nothing to do, come and play chess with me."

Xu Du didn't even think about it: "No."

Teacher Xu was so angry that he threw a pillow over him: "Get up quickly! Everyone doesn't listen to me anymore, right! I'm still not the head of the family."

In order to maintain the majesty of the head of the family that Teacher Xu has never had, Xu Du reluctantly walked over. When he took the black chess piece, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Dad."

Teacher Xu is holding his red stones and arranging chess pieces: "What are you doing?"

Xu Du: "It's rare for us father and son to play chess together, so we can win some prizes?"

Teacher Xu raised his eyelids when he heard the words, and instantly saw the truth: "What did you do to apologize to me?"

"No! How is it possible! Does your son belong to that kind of person!" Xu Du straightened his back, trying to make Teacher Xu not see the inner guilt, "Come or not? Let's have some fun."

Teacher Xu's expression and attitude remained unchanged, as if I would not be fooled by you.

Xu Du narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dad, are you afraid of losing to my dad, huh?"

Teacher Xu froze suddenly, and then his voice became louder: "How is it possible!"

Xu Du looked at his father: "Hey, really?"

"Come on!" Teacher Xu slapped his thigh, "Tell me, what prize do you want, and don't cry if you lose."

"Okay!" Xu Du also slapped his thigh, "Whoever loses will unconditionally forgive the other party for one thing!"

Teacher Xu waved his hand: "No! I didn't ask you to forgive me!"

"Then promise the other party something within our ability." Xu Du changed his words quickly, "For example, don't tell my mother that you met Mr. Zheng yesterday..."

Teacher Xu glanced at the kitchen with a guilty conscience, seeing that Teacher Zhuang didn't come out with a knife, he was relieved, and then said harshly to Xu Du: "When did I meet Teacher Zheng? Even if we meet, it's a normal greeting between colleagues. .”

"Yes yes yes." While speaking, Xu Du had already set up the chessboard on his side, "Then let's start?"

…………

in the kitchen.

"Heat up the soup at noon, and fry two fresh vegetables." Teacher Zhuang seemed to be used to it, and first put his apron on Zhou Jixing, "Don't cook too many dishes, and I will make dumplings later."

Zhou Jixing bent down and let Teacher Zhuang put the apron around his neck: "Okay."

The chattering sound from outside came faintly, Zhou Jixing glanced outside, Teacher Zhuang took it for granted: "Xu Du's father is pulling Xu Du to play chess again."

When Zhou Jixing heard the word playing chess, he felt a chill behind his back inexplicably: "..."

Teacher Zhuang sighed: "The old man will cry again later."

Zhou Jixing was taken aback.

Teacher Zhuang pointed outside: "Since Xu Du was 12 years old, his father has never beaten him."

What a surprise this time around.

Teacher Zhuang: "Don't look at Xu Du's poor IQ. When he was young, he was the smartest kid in the area. He even won the first prize in the Golden Olympic Cup."

Although Zhou Jixing didn't say anything, his expression really said it—it's hard to tell.

"That's when I was a child." Teacher Zhuang shook his head and poured Shanghai Qing into the basin to rinse, "It's pretty good, I didn't expect him to do anything big, it's fine if he's safe. "

Zhou Jixing: "Then why did he choose to be a doctor?"

Teacher Zhuang: "You have to ask him."

When Teacher Zhuang and Zhou Jixing went out, Teacher Xu was already crying there.

Day of the week: "..."

He originally thought crying was a joke, but he didn't expect people in their fifties to actually cry...

Mr. Zhuang is used to it: "Lost again?"

Xu Du nodded, collected all the chess pieces, and pushed his father heartlessly after collecting them: "Dad, don't cry, it's time to fulfill your promise."

Teacher Xu covered his eyes with his arms: "Don't talk to me! I don't have a son like you! A son of a bitch! A son of a wicked son!"

Xu Du was unmoved: "Severing the relationship will not affect the fulfillment of the promise, Dad, get up quickly."

One old and one young, it doesn't matter to me if the old one is playing tricks, and if you are young, you cry out of the Pacific Ocean. It looks inexplicably cute.

Teacher Zhuang touched Zhou Jixing with his elbow, Zhou Jixing lowered his eyes, and heard Teacher Zhuang whisper, "I'll leave it to you to fight later."

Day of the week line: "?"

Xu Du insisted on pulling his crying father up. Seeing the weak father-son relationship, Xu Du took out two facial tissues and wiped Teacher Xu's tears: "Dad."

Teacher Xu: "Don't talk to me."

Xu Du: "Dad, I love you."

Teacher Xu emphasized his tone: "You hold back and talk to me!!"

Xu Du took Teacher Xu's hand: "Since I was a child, you are like a mountain to me. I can get close to it and feel its broadness and depth. Even if I am a master of painting, it is difficult to describe your firmness." Backbone! Even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to describe your unyielding spirit! Even if you are tolerant, it is difficult to include all the care you have for me..."

He looked into Teacher Xu's eyes intently, held Teacher Xu's trembling hands, and affirmed loudly: "Father's love is boundless, father's love is like water!"

The old father trembled: "Tell me, what did you do!"

Xu Du immediately put away the tone of the elementary school students reciting the text, and said solemnly: "Dad, I accidentally drank your bottle of Moutai from 77."

Teacher Xu's eyes widened suddenly.

Xu Du has never seen his father stare so wide: "Dad, calm down! Father's love! Promise! Dad, Dad..."

Xu Duma slipped up, and before he could put on his slippers, he jumped off the sofa.

"You, you..." Teacher Xu touched the surroundings angrily, found an ashtray, picked it up and threw it at his son, father's love and so on will be counted in the next life, "Xu Du! Why didn't I do it back then?" Shoot you on the wall!!"

Xu Du was chased and ran around. He had never seen him so flexible. It was as if a koala suddenly became like a monkey and had nowhere to vent his energy, jumping up and down.

"Pfft." Zhou Jixing, who had agreed to stop the fight, lowered his head with a smile, and kept twitching his shoulders. Xu Du had never heard him laugh so exaggeratedly. He really didn't want any burden of being an idol, "Hahaha ..."

…………

Xu Du used his life to comprehend what it means - there is no father and son in front of Moutai.

The family law that the old Xu family has not used for a long time has been moved out today - Xu Du honestly knelt on the washboard that was said to be in the dowry of Mr. Zhuang, and sighed: "Dad, I..."

Teacher Xu was still angry, his chest heaved and heaved, with a cigarette in his hand: "Shut up! I don't have a son like you! What did our old Xu family do to give birth to such a rebellious son like you!"

"No." Xu Du pointed to the washboard where he was kneeling, which was older than him, "He's not young anymore, this is not a weight his life can bear."

Teacher Xu: "If you say one more word, I will let you taste the weight that your life cannot bear!"

Xu Du shut up obediently: "..."

"Okay, the ingredients are ready." Teacher Zhuang came out of the kitchen with two large bowls, "Old Xu! Roll the skin!"

Teacher Xu: "Don't..."

"You're almost done!" Mr. Xu just said two words, and then gave Mr. Zhuang back, which shows the ranking of the family status of this family, "I still want to go to the house to expose the tiles!"

Teacher Xu counseled in seconds: "No, my wife, I was wrong."

"Go!" Teacher Zhuang threw the rolling pin to him, "I'll make dumplings with Xiao Zhou, you roll out the skin quickly."

Teacher Xu: "Yes, wife."

Zhou Jixing stood aside, lowering his head to hide his smile.

He stood in a delicate position, just opposite Xu Du who was kneeling obediently, as if Xu Du was kneeling on him.

He was smiling, Xu Du could see it.

Smile, laugh, laugh ass.

Xu Du: "Dad, can I change my position and kneel obediently?"

Teacher Xu, who had just been coaxed in front of his wife, was very serious: "No way! Little bastard, don't bargain for me! You still want to go to the house, don't you?"

Xu Du: "..."

A family is a food chain, and Xu Du happens to be at the bottom of the food chain...

Xu Du just got up and knelt back on his knees: "Hey——"

Every winter solstice, the old Xu’s family had to make dumplings. As an old father who hadn’t given birth to a capable cub, he could only roll the dumplings by himself, and while wiping flour, he scolded Xu Du: “I really don’t know why you were born. Useful! In our days, there was no rice cooker, and you couldn’t even steam rice! Men in the north, don’t you know how to roll the skin?”

Xu Du was expressionless: "It's outrageous, I'm damned, I was wrong."

The corners of Zhou Jixing's mouth curled up, and he took the chopsticks Mr. Zhuang gave him and dipped them in the water.

Teacher Zhuang: "Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Jixing looked up: "Huh?"

Teacher Zhuang: "Can you make dumplings?"

"I haven't wrapped it before." Zhou Jixing said honestly, "If you teach me, I should be able to do it."

"Okay, then I'll make one for you." Teacher Zhuang smiled at Zhou Jixing, and then turned his head darkened, "Did you go to India to roll the skin? It's been a long time!"

Teacher Xu: "Immediately."

While Teacher Zhuang turned his head, both father and son looked at Zhou Jixing with resentment.

At least in this regard, the father and son are on the same front.

……

Zhou Jixing learned it surprisingly quickly. In less than 2 minutes, he learned three or four wrapping methods from Teacher Zhuang. Teacher Zhuang was overjoyed: "You are still smart. You are not like Xu Du. Pigs have learned to cook themselves. He Not yet."

Xu Du: "..."

Teacher Xu snickered.

Mrs. Zhuang did not forget her dear husband: "You are the same! It's a mess!"

Teacher Xu bowed his head, and the strong man was rolling out the dumpling wrapper seriously: "..."

Zhou Jixing: "Auntie taught me well."

Flattery!

cunning!

Slick tongue!

Xu Du and Teacher Xu glared at Zhou Jixing together, Zhou Jixing seemed at a loss.

With the help of Zhou Jixing, Mr. Zhuang was faster than before, and soon a large plate came out: "Xiao Zhou, you are wrapping it here, I will take this plate to steam first, let's make another plate boiled."

Zhou Jixing smiled, middle-aged women like the young man with a good smile, this smile just hit the heart of the old mother: "Okay."

Teacher Zhuang left happily.

Zhou Jixing picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper, put some fillings in the middle of the wrapper, and was about to wrap it with some water when he heard Xu Du Youyou say: "Dad, fire, theft, and mistress, you are all It's really too miserable if your wife doesn't want you anymore after a lot of age."

Teacher Xu: "Stinky boy! This matter is not over yet! You just kneel down obediently."

Zhou Jixing raised his eyelids suddenly, with a strong smile in his eyes: "Yes, kneeling honestly."

Xu Du: "Fuck!"

Teacher Xu: "And you!"

Teacher Xu suddenly turned his fire on Zhou Jixing, and Xu Du's sense of anticipation rose slowly.

Then he only heard his father ask: "Are all the things said on the Internet true?"

Xu Du: "..."

No!Why are you struggling with this again?

Zhou Jixing: "Huh? Which ones?"

Xu Du interrupted: "Nothing!"

Dr. Xu thought his son was protecting Zhou Jixing, so he gave him a look of hatred.

Xu Du felt bitter.

.........

The hot dumplings were on the table, Xu Du was still kneeling beside him, the aroma of the dumplings seduced him to get up, just moved his knees a little bit, when he heard his father shout: "Did I wake you up! "

Xu Du numbly knelt back again: "..."

Teacher Zhuang also brought up the fried dishes before: "Xiao Zhou, scoop out the hot soup."

Zhou Jixing: "Okay."

It is very harmonious, as if Xu Du was picked up, and Zhou Jixing is his own son who suddenly discovered many years later.

Xu Du knelt until his legs went numb, and he felt wronged: "Why should I kneel alone, and I'm not the only one who drank it..."

Zhou Jixing happened to come out with soup, as if he didn't hear clearly, he asked, "What?"

Teacher Zhuang put the dumplings in the pot onto a plate, lowered his eyes and said, "It's nothing, he's talking nonsense."

Xu Du: "..."

Zhou Jixing smiled and walked over with the soup: "Really?"

He was standing, Xu Du was kneeling, looking down, Xu Du's heart was bleeding, he tried his best to look at Zhou Jixing, asking him to get himself up.

Zhou Jixing stretched his hands hanging under the table.

five fingers.

Xu Du shook his head, indicating that he didn't want the 500 yuan.

The row of the week is compared with a 1 again.

Xu Du: "..."

!

Are you going too far!

Zhou Jixing withdrew his hand, meaning whether to love or not.

Xu Du gritted his teeth, nodded, and signaled him to hurry up with his eyes!

Satisfied, Zhou Jixing turned his head to look at Teacher Xu: "Uncle, I also touched this wine. Xu Du and I are responsible for half of it. He was angered by you, so I'll take care of the rest."

Before Teacher Xu could speak, Teacher Zhuang hurriedly said: "What money is not money! The whole family doesn't like this!"

"There is no money." Zhou Jixing smiled. He has always been able to pretend, and he has a good grasp of humility in front of his elders. "I have a friend who also likes to ponder wine. He gave me a bottle of Guojiao last time." 'Three 60', I'm not that good at taste, I'll bring it to you next time, don't waste it."