Why be serious

The story is like this.

The young son returned from overseas and found that there was an extra woman in the family.She wasn't pretty, and she wasn't from a good family, but his father liked her very much.He called her Xiaoma.My little mother likes to wear cheongsams, red, green, purple, no matter how bright they are, she wanders around the house every day, with her big wavy curly hair loose, drinking tea and coffee in the living room, sometimes Open a wife salon to chat about current affairs and literature.He soon developed an unspeakable sexual desire for his little mother.

Very boring story.I was bored myself, so I didn't tell the outline of the story.But after I said the phrase "A man falls in love with a woman he shouldn't love", Rong En and Auntie both expressed their disdain.

Rong En said, "You learned this kind of thing in England?"

I said I also learned Oedipuscomplex.No one at the scene understood, and I suddenly felt very bored. It would be great if Xia Hui could understand.

But it's not over.This was the first week when I went home, and Rong En still tolerated me very much, so I wrote "My Little Mom and Me" in the house.When I was writing about my little mother’s lily flower cheongsam, someone knocked on my door, I opened it, and the person outside was my little mother.

Xia Hui asked me if I would drink tea, of course my answer was: "Yes."

Xia Hui smoothed the folds of his shirt and smiled shyly.He seems to want to have a good relationship with me, too, after all I am the last son of the Rong family.

While drinking tea downstairs, my nephew Xiaobao was running around with a football in his arms, and the servants chased after him, like an eagle catching a chick, making a lot of noise.The football was as big as his head, and it bounced back on the sofa and hit his head.I scolded him not to fight in the living room, Xia Hui hurried to hug Xiaobao.Xiao Bao was furious, and pushed Xia Hui away: "Get out, dirty thing!"

I was furious: "Who taught you this kind of speech?" The servants were very frightened and said repeatedly that it was not them.

Then my eight-year-old niece Yingying ran out, dragged Xiao Bao away with a straight face, and ordered Xiao Bao to apologize to Xia Hui and me.Yingying is a small adult.I just breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Hui's face was ugly.I comforted him: "I'll teach him a lesson later."

He shook his head.

I think Xia Hui is in a difficult situation at home.Rong En is still there, and a five-year-old boy can scold him.If Rong En disappeared, wouldn't the sky be turned upside down?

So I thought again, he has to rely on me.

The tea was brewed again, and we both drank it, pretending that what happened just now had never happened.

Xia Hui asked me: "What does Oedipuscomplex mean?"

"The Oedipus complex," I said, "is the Oedipus complex."

He asked me again why I was called Oedipus, and I told the myth of Oedipus again, which frightened him for a while.

After drinking tea, I rolled up my sleeves and prepared to teach my nephew a lesson.

I don't want Xia Hui to ask me suddenly: "Can you show me your story?"

I said, yes, you can see, don't think my writing is bad.

I said in my heart, okay, great little mom.

He smiled: "Thank you."

In the evening, when Rong En came back from the business, he heard the servant talk about Xiaobao.He was very angry, and scolded Xiaobao again.Little Treasure cried, and I sang "Baby Face" again to coax him back to his room to sleep.I asked Xiaobao who taught you to say this.He said it was sister Yingying.I was surprised.Yingying is a girl, so I couldn't teach her a lesson, so I had to tell my aunt about it again.

After dinner, Rong En and I smoked two cigarettes in the living room.Our father and I haven't been alone for a long time.He said that I read a book and came back like a human being.I asked him what he said.He said it was because I stood up for Xiahui.Said I grew up.

I thought of my mother again.

In fact, what he said is correct, I have indeed grown up, and I have already fought with him five years ago.

So I smiled and said that Xia Hui is my little mother, it should be.

After I went back, I smashed the typewriter, so I could only write manuscripts.

In fact, the story of "My Little Mom and Me" is not finished yet, but I quickly finished the first part that night under the dual stimulation of Xia Hui's gentle smiling face and Rong En's shameless shamelessness.I rolled up the manuscript non-stop and knocked on the door of the master bedroom.I was so dizzy from writing that I forgot that it was already early morning.Various familiar shouts came from the door.I'm hard.