nostalgia [online game]

"How is he... now?" Chen Weixi lowered his head and asked casually.

Mother Chen sized him up and said, "Tell the truth to Mom, did he bully you? Cheating? Three?"

Chen Weixi laughed: "Mom, where are you thinking, how can there be so many cheating, I came to Japan to improve my professional level, it has nothing to do with him..."

"Let's just say, it's you who wants to cheat... Could it be that you did something to be sorry for others?" As he spoke, his fucking face changed. God knows that his mother hates heartless people the most. A post on Weibo She can scold for half an hour about small news.

Chen Weixi immediately helped her into the taxi, and said to her, "I swear on my conscience, I never did anything to offend him."

Knocking off his upright hand, his mother said distrustfully: "Come on, I'll just trust Jian Yi, and I'll talk to him later, you two are at home and abroad, do you still want to get along. "After speaking, he twisted in his seat and stopped looking at him.

Chen Weixi was already prepared for a long-term war of resistance. Sitting on his side, he said patiently to his mother, "Everywhere, you must be punished. How can you lose the daughter-in-law you got with great difficulty? Mom, look at my sincere eyes."

At least his mother let it go, started to care about his life, and asked, "Are you still used to it here?"

"It's good, but it's a pity that no one is with you."

"Come on, just go, I don't know who insists on coming." His mother glanced at him with a smile.

Chen Weixi put her head on his mother's shoulder and smirked patronizingly, and soon arrived at the place where he lived. It was a small apartment with a wide road in front of it, and there were a few trees planted there. It was Chen's mother who had sharp eyes and said it was a cherry tree. You can see cherry blossoms in less than two months.

After walking around the tree a few times, he didn't see anything special about it.When the two entered the room, Chen Weixi turned on the air conditioner, and his mother took off her coat to look at the room. It was fairly clean, but there was no human smell. The pots and utensils in the kitchen were all new, and there was a thin layer of dust on the table. There was nothing in it except a bottle of yogurt, and she went into Chen Weixi's bedroom. The overall decoration style of the house was dark, but one window was blocked by thick curtains, like a cave dwelling, dark and not autumn.

When she walked outside, Mother Chen's face turned cold, she sat on the sofa and looked at him: "Let's talk about how you live..."

Chen Weixi was very witty, first he poured a glass of water for the queen mother, then sat on the sofa diagonally opposite, coughed twice, lowered his head and looked up at her, only to find that her mother was unmoved and was still watching with cold eyes, he knew this It's not over.

He simply sat up straight and said, "Mom, it's like this. Firstly, the food in the school cafeteria is good. Secondly, if I cook by myself, it will be a waste, so I don't collect these things. I usually go home Just sleep, really, so there's nothing at home."

Mother Chen became even angrier after hearing this, and pointed at his nose and scolded: "Are you stupid or do you think I'm a fool, you still mention the cafeteria to me after your winter vacation for so long?"

He immediately waved his hand: "I'm working this winter vacation! If you hadn't told me yesterday that you would come, I would still be at Pizza Hut today."

Chen's mother stopped and looked at him, as if thinking about the credibility of this statement, and suddenly stared at his mobile phone on the table, and said: "When Jianyi came to our house, the mobile phone never rang. I have been here for so long. Your phone hasn't rang... Don't you know your number?" At the end of the talk, his mother kept looking up at him.

I really hate his mother's sharp eyes, and after a while he still said: "I... didn't tell him."

"Why? You two have a conflict?" she said loudly.After she finished speaking, she denied it herself, "No, Xiao Jian is fine every time she goes, and stays with your dad every day to study those bottles of broken wine. What's the matter?" She turned her gaze to Chen Weixi.

Sighing, Chen Weixi said, "I have encountered a bottleneck with my future mother-in-law."

As soon as Chen's mother heard it, she sat next to him and said, "What's the situation? She doesn't agree with you?"

While talking, Chen Weixi pulled out the matter of Jian Yi being thrown abroad for two years, and when he heard his mother's expression at the end, he felt very distressed, and fidgeted and said: "No, I originally bought the ticket for the third year of junior high school, go, Help me change my ticket to the second year of junior high school, I have to go back and see that kid, what happened, what if he is still alone during the Chinese New Year this year?"

With a sigh of relief, his mother was completely taken away by him, and later asked what happened without them, and after a rest, Chen Weixi went out with his mother to buy some ingredients later, and was forced to call a group of college dogs, A group of young people were enthusiastic and warmed up the whole room. Chen's mother happily made her hot pot base in the kitchen. She was recently addicted to a food variety show and could not extricate herself. This time, she finally had the opportunity to practice once.

At around five o'clock in the evening, a group of mice happily sat on the wooden round table and looked forward to it. The smell of Sichuan spicy hot pot had already penetrated their nostrils first. Vegetables and meat were placed in plates on the table. The Japanese also often eat hot pot, but the flavor is quite different from that in China. After a while, everyone who had a good meal gave Chen mother a thumbs up. There is a Japanese girl here who even asked Chen Weixi in English, thank you in Chinese How should I put it, after Chen Weixi told her, she sincerely thanked Chen's mother with two words.

Chen's mother lost her eyes when she laughed, and went out to buy some beer for them while they were having a good meal. When the door was closed, Chen Weixi noticed that it was snowing outside. Fucking all over, he walked over to her to knock him off, and suddenly missed Jian Yi very much.

After a large group of people left at night, the mother and son were washing in the kitchen. Chen Weixi spilled all the water on the sink, and his mother said casually: "This is unreasonable, we should put the basin in the pool, the sink is too high, and the water splashed out. "

Putting down the small dish in his hand, Chen Weixi said: "It's useless, Jian's family is the basin in the pool, and I still splashed all over the place when I washed the dishes."

"That's you, can Ren Jianyi be like you?"

Chen Weixi didn't speak, he took a look, and this time there were neither tomatoes nor eggs in the kitchen.

"Okay, son, wipe the countertop, your mother is going to watch the show, and I will cook it for you later when I learn how to eat."

After Chen's mother went out, he replied "Oh".

Chen's mother let Chen Weixi have a very lively New Year with ease. Even though he is so old, she still has the habit of buying him a suit of clothes every New Year. But this time she didn't buy a suit, but two. In the early morning of the first day of the new year, he was beaten up by his mother early in the morning, and he walked half-dead on the streets of Tokyo. The snow did not know when it stopped. At this time, only a few taller buildings still had a thin layer of snow on them. snow.

Chen Weixi happened to see his own face through the clean window on the street. His eyes were dull, his face was melancholy, his eyes were dark circles, his beard was stubbled, his hair was messed up, and only a collar of his crumpled shirt was exposed. The person in the black down jacket looked like a skeleton.

At this moment, he was surprised by himself——is Jane Eyre like him?

He looked at the fucking back, she was walking in front, with an elegant demeanor, but a strand of her rolled-up hair fell out, the silk scarf around her neck was not as perfect as before, and the zipper of her handbag was not zipped properly, If I remember correctly, his mother didn't wear very delicate makeup this morning like before.

He suddenly understood one thing—it turned out that he had never grown up, and he was still the one who made everyone worry about him.

He quickly followed his mother, and said, "Mom, before I buy clothes, I want to do some styling. It doesn't seem right to go shopping with the most beautiful lady..."

His mother was stunned at first, and then said: "Okay, okay, I despise your appearance and haven't said it for a long time..."

This day, the only topic for the two of them was shopping. She realized the problem when she went back with big and small bags, and said to Chen Weixi, "Why don't you buy these clothes in China? Do you have to contribute to Japan's GDP? "

"It's different, this is a couple's outfit, okay, can the ones bought together be the same?"

Chen's mother looked at him and nodded: "It makes sense. I'll wear it for Xiao Jian later on. That child has lost a lot of weight recently. I have to make some soup for him."

With a twitch in his heart, he said, "Mom, you have to help me take good care of him. I'll be returning to China in a year and a half. Let him wait for me honestly, and don't play tricks on him."

As soon as Mother Chen heard this, she threw the things she bought on the ground, tiptoed her feet and shouted at his head: "What the hell is that girl yesterday? That girl was looking at you the whole time! Let's just say you , If you know you look like me, just pay attention, and tell me that you are more or less the same."

Chen Weixi trotted forward with a few bags and covered his head, and said to his mother, "Mom, image image, pay attention, this is the main road."

As expected, Mother Chen looked around, straightened her clothes, and glared at him.

Only then did he lean over to his mother again, and said, "You've wronged me. Recently, I have become a matchmaker in our class. She keeps looking at me because he likes the little brother next door to me, and keeps urging me to support her." Move!"

Mother Chen looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"Mom, am I your own son?"

"..." Mother Chen didn't want to pay attention to him, she held her head up and walked out of the international fan.

After packing up his clothes and before going to bed, Chen's mother suddenly became unhappy again. Chen Weixi was so sleepy that everyone was doubled. His mother refused to go to bed. She cleaned up the house for him and was stuffed in every corner by him. No one was spared the rubbish, they were all dug out by Chen's mother. I thought the mother should stop after cleaning up, but the mother actually sat down on the sofa. That's right, she just sat down!

Chen Weixi walked up to his mother with his eyelids propped up, and said, "Mom, please do me a favor. If you have anything to say, I'll listen."

"What's the use of you just listening and not changing it." After speaking, she moved to one side and sat sideways, with her back to Chen Weixi.

"Then tell me, maybe I won't listen or change it?" Chen Weixi switched to her again.

He was slapped on the head again after he finished speaking, and when he was sleepy, he realized what he just answered, only to hear his mother say again: "Damn child, if you don't want to go back to China, why do you have to come to Japan? What's so good, is there a Japanese beauty like Jian Yi? Is it better than your mother? Is the meat in Japan better than your mother's? What is there in Japan that you insist on clinging to? "

Chen Weixi hesitated for a long time and finally spit out the truth: "The purpose of my being here now is to be with him forever in the future and eat the food you cook..."

"I don't care what you have or not, you have to be single-minded, and if I find out what you are doing, I will break your legs..."

"..." Chen Weixi suddenly didn't know what to say.

Chen's mother was on the plane the next afternoon, and Chen Weixi packed the luggage. He originally wanted to follow Jian Yi's example and write him something, but after thinking about it, this is actually a kind of connection. Said, a bit ungentlemanly.

Later, he thought of a way. Isn't the love in those novels just like giving away blank paper?He found a piece of A4 paper, folded it, put it in an envelope, stuffed the envelope into a coat pocket, and finally zipped the suitcase.

If he doesn't write anything, isn't that considered breaking his promise?Simply perfect.