[Full-time] Every sorcerer has a time travel dream in his heart

After Zhou Minghan confirmed that his wife had fastened the seat belt, he turned the key and started the car.

This white Honda SUV was a gift from their son Zhou Zekai to the two of them a few years ago, just like today, so that the two elders can drive around in their spare time.

"Ze Kai is also true."

After getting in the car, Mrs. Zhou suddenly blamed: "We agreed to go to Hokkaido to play, why did we suddenly let us cancel and change the ticket? After a while, he will play a game again, and our family will have a chance to get together again." , just wait until it gets hotter."

"Okay, okay, Zekai has his reasons for being so persistent." Zhou Minghan turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the driveway.

Although the current New Year's Day holiday is only a short three days, the vehicles that took the opportunity to go to the neighboring city to play still blocked the expressway.The journey, which was originally only two hours, was dragged twice as long, but because the Zhou family went out early, when they arrived in Hangzhou, they even caught up with the breakfast stalls on the street.

Zhou Minghan casually glanced at the side of the street, his eyes lit up: "Hey, there are pot stickers for sale, how about it, do you want to eat?"

He poked Mrs. Zhou with his elbow: "Although the positioning Zekai sent us is not good, but the food is quite good? If you don't want to eat pot stickers, here, there is a noodle shop over there."

Mrs. Zhou gave her husband a sideways look: "You know what to eat, haven't you had enough breakfast? It's cold outside, so I won't go down."

Zhou Minghan looked at the hot mist wafting out of the iron pan, and his saliva was almost drooling.He quickly put on a flattering expression, rubbed his shoulders and legs to please him for a while, and then Mrs. Zhou reluctantly agreed to get out of the car to buy Erliang potstickers.

"Honey, let me drive the car over, and you can rush back into the car as soon as you buy it, so that you are not cold, and the potstickers are not cold, do you think this is good?"

"I know the hippie smile." Mrs. Zhou snorted coldly, but finally couldn't hold her breath, and burst out laughing.

The surrounding area is close to the old city, the streets are small and narrow, and the huge SUV parked in reverse for a long time before driving into the alley next to the potsticker shop.

Driving is easy, reversing is hard.Zhou Minghan has only been learning to drive for a few years, and he doesn't usually drive very often. This time he encountered a small road backing up and made him break out in a cold sweat in the deep winter of December.

When Mr. Zhou cautiously poked his head out of the window and turned the steering wheel, Mrs. Zhou sitting next to him looked extraordinarily leisurely.She took a bite of pot stickers and laughed at her husband's poor driving skills, but she glanced out from time to time to remind him not to hit the vehicle next to him.

It’s the New Year’s Day holiday, and the students all stay at home and refuse to come out. There are only a few adults in down jackets shopping on the road. Mrs. Zhou casually glanced at those passers-by, and saw that her car was about to collapse. As she walked out of the path, she wanted to look away, but at this moment, a young figure who suddenly broke into her field of vision suddenly attracted her attention.

"It's not easy for a child to go out to buy breakfast alone in such a cold day," Mrs. Zhou sighed at the young man's back, "Zekai is not so sensible, and he has never taken the initiative to buy us breakfast once when he grows up." .”

"Your son doesn't bother to buy such cheap things." Zhou Minghan patted the steering wheel under his hands, his eyes still fixed on the rearview mirror, "I bought you all the cars, and you still need this little money?"

Mrs. Zhou sighed again when she heard the words: "Ze Kai is a good boy, but he is a little dumbfounded. After all, a son is not as considerate as a daughter. If it weren't for..."

She only spoke halfway, and then stopped suddenly, and a burst of suppressed sentimentality spread silently in the car.

The two were silent for a long time, and in the end it was Zhou Minghan who took the lead in patting his wife's shoulder, hugged her for a while, and finally calmed down their restless hearts.

"I really shouldn't have listened to Ze Kai, why did you come to Hangzhou for the New Year's Eve?"

After sitting upright in the seat again, Mrs. Zhou wiped her moist eye sockets, raised her chopsticks, and swallowed a potsticker in one gulp with a "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" like a cover-up.

Mr. Zhou at the side saw that his wife's expression was slightly relaxed, and he was just about to let go of his heart, but his eyes accidentally caught an empty lunch box in her hand. How did you eat all my potstickers?!"

Mrs. Zhou frowned: "You said you don't want this little money, so I'll eat it all. Is there a problem?"

"No problem, no problem, but can you..."

"I'll get out of the car after the child is bought, and you can drive in."

"Okay, okay." As long as there are pot stickers to eat, it's okay to let his wife bully him a few words, Zhou Minghan thought so, then stepped on the gas pedal again, and slowly drove the car back.

Unfortunately, when the Zhou family couple was about to move forward again, another large car drove up in front of them. When Zhou Minghan saw the situation, he knew that he had to reverse the car to give way again, but just as he was about to reverse When he stepped back, Mrs. Zhou who was sitting next to him suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Old Zhou, look at that kid!"

Zhou Minghan was so frightened that he shuddered, stepped on the gas pedal, and bumped into the opposite car in a daze.

Zhou Lixing was standing at the gate of the potsticker shop waiting for his breakfast, when suddenly there was a loud crash on the small road behind him, and before he could yawn, he was completely scared back to the stomach.

"Ouch, it's terrible, there was a car accident early in the morning."

The owner of the potsticker shop stretched his neck and saw that his whole face was wrinkled.

"Have you brought your cell phone, young man? Hurry up and call the police."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Lixing responded, turned his head to look at the scene of the accident, and reached out his hand to take out his pocket, but before he could unzip the down jacket, his movements froze.

Does this woman who is running towards him on stiletto heels look familiar?

Does the man who just got out of the car to apologize to the other party and then turned his head to look this way also look familiar?

Zhou Lixing was taken aback.

Isn't this my parents? !

Mrs. Zhou's rushing towards him was so powerful that Zhou Lixing subconsciously wanted to run away, but he denied this idea as soon as he came up.

How can he run?He shouldn't have run.

When Zhou Lixing recalled these 30 seconds afterwards, he felt that the path less than 200 meters seemed to be the longest distance he had ever experienced in his life. Pinned his legs in place.

Mrs. Zhou ran very fast, and her slender high heels made a crisp but heavy sound on the wet and cold concrete floor. Looking at her long messy hair, Zhou Lixing felt that his heart was about to rise to his throat.

50 meters, 30 meters, ten meters...

Mrs. Zhou suddenly stopped at a place less than two feet away from Zhou Lixing.

Her face was pale, but her cheekbones were flushed by the cold wind. Zhou Lixing could clearly see her pursing her lips, and the bright light in her eyes was gradually disappearing.

"that……"

Zhou Lixing was taken aback by his hoarse voice, but just as he was about to move his stiff legs and walk forward, Mrs. Zhou, who was opposite him, seemed to be awakened suddenly, and backed away in panic. took a step.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, kid, did Auntie scare you just now?"

A forced smile appeared on Mrs. Zhou's face, and she said incomparably, "I'm just, I'm just in a hurry to buy breakfast for my husband, that, don't..."

"what……"

Zhou Lixing made a meaningless sound in a daze. He moved his throat, trying to explain something to the lost partner, but found in despair that the heavy pain had already lingered in his heart unconsciously, weighing down on him. He couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted.

Zhou Minghan hurried over and hugged Mrs. Zhou: "Shushu, Shushu."

He yelled a few words, raised his head and showed Zhou Lixing a helpless and calm smile: "My wife is here..." He raised his hand and tapped his temple, "She has a problem here, don't be afraid, I Take her away now, don't be afraid."

"Hey, you haven't said what to do with my car, why go?" The driver who was hit by the car shouted.

"I'll pay you, I'll pay you." Zhou Minghan hurriedly waved his hands, "You wait for me first..."

The driver looked at him, then at the ashen-faced Mrs. Zhou, rolled his eyelids, and waved at the two of them impatiently.

Zhou Minghan nodded and bowed to both sides, even hugging and mopping the floor, trying to bring his wife back to the car. The ground was wet, and his footsteps were unstable, but the short distance of tens of meters allowed him to Nearly slipped and fell several times.

Zhou Lixing saw Mr. Zhou's embarrassment in his eyes, but he felt a soreness welling up in his heart, and his brain buzzed from the pain.

"...Well, okay, I'm not afraid."

He suppressed the urge to cry, and squeezed a few words through his teeth: "I didn't, how could I...Ma..."

Zhou Lixing moved his toes, but his head and eyes were always glued to the backs of Zhou's couple.He opened his mouth slightly and took a few breaths, but the cold air inhaled into his lungs not only did not relieve his pain, but intensified and pierced his nearly broken heart along the blood vessels.

He whimpered, took two steps back uncontrollably, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

It was a force that suddenly appeared behind him and supported him in time.

"Brother, brother? Zhou Lixing?!"

Zhou Zekai's anxious cry sounded from above his head.

"Ze Kai?" Mrs. Zhou heard the voice from afar and turned her head abruptly.

"Ze Kai? How could Ze Kai..." Mr. Zhou also followed the voice, and then suddenly lost his voice.

"Ze Kai, Ze Kai, what did you just say, who were you calling?"

Mrs. Zhou pushed Mr. Zhou away at once, and ran back in a stumbling manner: "Ze Kai, Ze Kai? Ze Kai, you..."

She let out an exclamation, and tremblingly looked at the boy who was half-clad in Zhou Zekai's arms.

"...Lili?" Mrs. Zhou murmured, her feet went limp, and she fell forward straight.

"mom!"

The author has something to say: if you read "Lili" in Shanghai dialect, the sound is the same as "lili", which is Zhou Lixing's nickname.

Don't ask me how Zhou Zekai pronounces it in Shanghai dialect, it's too weird.

I hope you can understand this kind of plot. Zhou's parents want to get close but dare not get close to 15-year-old Zhou Lixing, just because they think he is too much like their eldest son, but they know clearly that he cannot be.

I've been a dove for so long and I won't say anything, just lie down and let me beat you

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