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Chapter 99 This Is My Warm Home

No man can resist the attraction of a car, and Zhou Le is no exception.

After "Everything is Fine" was finalized, news came from "Operation Red Sea". The review and editing work went smoothly, and there should be no problem in grabbing the Spring Festival file.

The two news brought Zhou Le into a busy working state at the beginning of next year. Taking advantage of the current 'no one cares about' time, he planned to go home and have a look. Before going home, he planned to give his father a Surprise, a car that men like very much, the Prado is also commonly known as overbearing. I picked up the new car and drove to my hometown in the northeast. The journey of several hundred miles was not an obstacle at all. From the trunk to the back seat, there were all kinds of specialty gifts and gifts bought for filming. Along the way, Zhou Le played the music very loudly, and he was very excited.

I want to go home, and this kind of "returning to my hometown" is what I miss the most. How famous and popular is not what parents expect. It is good for my son to have a good time outside; on Zhou Le's side, what I can bring home is I gave it to my parents after what I got, which is very good. At home, things like fame are not that important.

Starting in the morning, I looked at the little white snow beside the highway along the way. Occasionally, I could see some traces of snow on the highway. Occasionally, I parked in the service area. It’s winter, and it’s cold outside. He pays attention to the people passing by. No one recognized Zhou Le during the whole process of going to the toilet and receiving hot water in the service area on the road. Such a picture did not affect his good mood, but it made him see more clearly what everyone said. Vanity Fair in the entertainment circle, if you are in this circle, you are not mentally prepared enough, you don’t have a strong mental capacity, and you are destined to be hurt at a certain point. If you change to someone with a strong utilitarianism today, you will definitely not be able to stand it. Monk Wei was so popular some time ago, "Bright Sword" is still broadcast on some TV stations today, and the attendance at the event can reach six figures.

According to the navigation instructions, I got off the highway, the sun had already set, and the last ray of light brought Zhou Le into the familiar city.

The hometown changes every year, but the overall perception will not change in a short time. Here, Zhou Le no longer needs navigation. He seems to smell the aroma of his mother's cooking.

In the community at home, after turning a corner, you can already see the lights of the house on the first floor, and a small greenhouse has been set up in the small yard outside. Looking at the car slowly stopped outside the window, I felt that my son had come back.

Zhou Le darkened the car window, the mother and child looked at each other, there was a little mist of hot and cold convection on the kitchen window, Yang Zihui didn't see it clearly: "Smile, smile, come here quickly, see if your brother is back .”

Zhou Xiaoxiao, who was eating a small tomato in his hand, came over to look out, and opened the window directly, regardless of the air-conditioning outside: "Brother!" He said hello, and hurriedly turned around and shouted: "Ma Yong , Dad, hurry up, Xiao Le is back."

All four members of the family put on their clothes and came out to welcome them. It was also dark at this time, with scattered snowflakes falling.

"dad."

When the father and son met, there was a sense of distance. His father, Zhou Jianping, just hummed, and then helped to pick up the things and take them into the house.

"mom."

The mother and son became much more enthusiastic, and Zhou Le went up to hug her mother.

His father is a big man with a thick back and a waist. From his figure, it can be seen why Zhou Le is tall.

The mother is petite, and the mother and daughter are exactly the same. Now that the son hugs the mother, he can do a warm hug from the ground every time.

"You child, what are you doing with so much money, what are you doing buying so many things?"

Like almost all the mothers in the world, when faced with a cart full of gifts, the first thing that comes to mind is not happiness, but distressed complaints, blaming her son for spending money randomly, five of them took two trips to carry all the things in the car. Evacuated, piled up directly on the ground at the door of the house.

Zhou Jianping glanced at the car, and Zhou Le took out a document bag from the glove box, and stuffed it together with the car keys in his father's hand: "Dad, we don't have a 4S store here anyway, just in the studio. The trustee bought it for me, and all the formalities have been completed, your name."

Before the father could react, the mother on the side stared: "What, this car is for your dad, and he is messing around. He doesn't walk 10 minutes to work every day. What kind of car does he drive?"

Putting his hands on his mother's shoulders, he pushed her to the kitchen: "Mom, is the meal ready? I'm going to starve to death. I've been driving all day. Ah, spicy braised beef, I'll have two pieces first."

"Wash your hands." Yang Zihui patted her son's hand, and her attention was shifted to the stewed vegetables in the pot.

Zhou Xiaoxiao, who was sorting out the presents, gave his younger brother a thumbs up, while Zhou Jianping got into the guest room next to the window next to the kitchen, which was also Zhou Xiaoxiao’s room before she got married. The love in his eyes was beyond words, and he smashed his mouth, feeling sorry for the muddy water splashed on the car all the way back.

Ma Yong came over: "Dad, I have a card at the car wash shop at the gate of the community. You can just wash the car and tell me my phone number."

The family enjoyed themselves happily, from eating and drinking to handing out gifts after the meal, from gifts to the car, Yang Zihui's nagging was always in everyone's ears, and the words of wasting money and messing around never stopped, especially about the car. Staring at her husband and ordering that it is useless for you to drive, let Ma Yong drive. I was very happy, but when I saw the fur coat, shoes, and cosmetics bought by my son, I changed them to show them at the first time.

Laughter is the most common standard in this family. From the beginning to the end, no one asked Zhou Le about his work, and no one cared why he has no news now. Whether he is popular or not is not important in this family. Now the family Reunion, happiness is the most important thing.

After the gifts are distributed, some things for other relatives in the family are placed in the corner of the living room. The family sits on the sofa and chats. experience.

Two small cold dishes, Zhou Xiaoxiao mixed a fruit salad and a vegetable salad. She and her mother opened a bottle of red wine, and the three men over there opened a bottle of white wine. They drank slowly and mainly chatted. Zhou Le Everyone was very fascinated by the experience of filming in Africa. Zhou Xiaoxiao found out the photos of Qi Xueying found on her mobile phone. She didn’t realize the short hair that could not be seen in the military uniform. , and directly shaved off her hair, she couldn't stop being full of compliments, and she didn't forget to tease her brother when she finished, which made the parents' attention shift from the difficult shooting conditions and bad shooting atmosphere to their son's future marriage The big thing, kept asking about everything about Qi Xueying, and finally Zhou Le fled back to his room, leaving the gossip to his mother and sister, and the two of them didn't care about the light snow outside, even though they didn't dare to drive after drinking, But sitting in the car and starting to have a good interest in observing inside and outside, it is still very strong.

The room is spotless every time I come back, the room where I have kept all traces of myself since I left home, everything is placed in the place I am most familiar with, sitting on the bed, Zhou Le is full of memories.

When I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, my family moved here. The three-bedroom house allowed my sister and myself to have separate rooms. I still remember being so excited that I couldn’t sleep for several days.

Time flies, my sister got married, and she was drifting north. My parents had more wrinkles on their faces. Fortunately, my sister’s house was in the next neighborhood, so we could see each other often. My parents were in their prime of life. They lost their ambitions and worked more. It was quite satisfactory, the messages my sister sent me were all interesting stories about my parents, including the occasional incident where my father was kicked out after the two had a quarrel, and my brother-in-law accompanied him to drink some wine and stay at my sister's house.

There was a knock on the door, and the picture in memory emerged again.

From a very young age, every night, my mother would heat a cup of milk and send it to her room, telling herself to drink it before leaving.

"Son, this is ordered from a farmer's house, and it is much thicker than those sold outside."

(End of this chapter)