[Competition] The Road to Champion of the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace

Ao Ling recognized this voice, it was the enthusiastic Mr. Luo.But Ao Ling's mother was silent over there.

Then he heard someone on the other end of the phone speaking in a low voice, but it was a little far away from the receiver and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Son, if you arrive first, just wait, Mom will come to pick you up soon."

Ao Ling suddenly said: "You and that Mr. Luo come together, we will eat outside."

As soon as he walked out of the station, a woman rushed towards Ao Ling enthusiastically, and grabbed his arm with tears in her eyes: "Oh my God, I haven't seen you for half a year. My son looks so old." Taller."

The woman in front of her was petite, only reaching Ao Ling's shoulders. She looked to be in her 30s, and although she was dressed plainly, she still couldn't hide her beautiful appearance.

Her name is Wu Juan, and she is Ao Ling's mother. She is only 40 years old this year. She is alone with her son who came to the big city from the villages and towns. She raised him alone and sent him to a sports school for swimming.

Ao Ling smiled at her, and reported her height honestly: "It's exactly 178 centimeters after taking off the shoes."

Wu Juan touched the thin sportswear on his body again: "Today's temperature is only 5°C, so you're only wearing it. Are you cold? I'm sure you won't be able to wear the one at home. Mom will take you to buy a new one."

Ao Ling knew that his mother was cleaning people in the office building, and her salary was not high, so she didn't want her to spend money: "I'm not cold, I only wear so much at ordinary times."

Wu Juan raised her head, looked at Ao Ling carefully, and suddenly burst into tears: "If your father knows that you are so successful now, he must be very happy."

Ao Ling looked up and glanced behind her, and Mr. Luo not far away was also looking at them with a smile on his face.

When he saw Wu Juan crying, he subconsciously wanted to step forward. He just moved half a step forward with one foot, but stopped abruptly, as if he didn't want to disturb the mother and son who had reunited after a long absence.

Ao Ling usually sees the seniors and juniors who lost the game cry, and she would take out the snacks she kept to coax the other party, not to mention that the woman in front of her is his mother.

He took out a napkin from his pocket and handed it over with a smile: "Then shouldn't you be happier too?"

Wu Juan froze for a moment, her son always had a slight smile on his face when he spoke, and his tone was soft, as if he was coaxing her or acting like a baby, which made her heart soft all of a sudden. Never talking to him like this, his tears couldn't be stopped even more.

The little dragon cub hugged his mother's shoulder without a teacher: "Don't cry, the people next to you are watching you."

Wu Juan laughed through tears. She always felt that after going to the provincial team, her son suddenly grew up. She never told him on the phone that she didn’t want to train and wanted to go home. She always had a smile on her face when she came back this time. , looks sunny and cheerful, already a handsome young man.

At this time, Luo Zhiyong walked forward with a smile: "Come on, give me the schoolbag first, it's cold outside, let's go to the car to talk."

Ao Ling was not polite, took off the schoolbag and handed it to the other party, and accompanied Wu Juan to walk in front.

Luo Zhiyong saw that his schoolbag was deflated, thinking that there was nothing in it, but when he took it, he found it was heavy, so he asked casually: "What is it containing, so heavy."

Ao Ling turned around and smiled at him: "Medals."

"..."

Wu Juan held Ao Ling's arm, and felt that she couldn't help raising her chest and raising her head when she walked.

I gritted my teeth and struggled for so many years, but I never thought that one day the hardships would finally come to an end. Whether it was my son's training or my own life, they were all developing in a better way.

The three of them came to a restaurant that looked very nice. After sitting down, Luo Zhiyong took the initiative to hand the menu to Ao Ling: "Order what you want, you don't have to save money for uncle."

Ao Ling smiled at him, then took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "I can't eat these."

"..."

Luo Zhiyong picked up the piece of paper and glanced at it. There was quite a lot that Ao Ling couldn't eat. He immediately called the waiter to order, and discussed with the waiter according to the dietary taboos for athletes on the piece of paper.

Wu Juan especially blamed herself: "If I knew it was like this, we would eat it at home, and I'll make it for you. If we can't eat it, we just don't let it go."

It took a long time to discuss the order over there, and finally it was settled. Ao Ling still didn't forget to say thank you to him.

The other party waved his hand: "Why are you being polite to me, in the future we..."

Luo Zhiyong spoke half of his words, received the wink from Wu Juan, swallowed the remaining half of the words, and then picked up the teacup with a little embarrassment.

The two adults were very embarrassed, but Ao Ling was not embarrassed at all. He started to eat the dishes as soon as they came. Although a lot of seasonings were missing, the chef's skills were good, and the dishes were still delicious.

After dinner, Wu Juan insisted on taking Ao Ling to go shopping, and picked out several clothes for him, all of which were brands that she had never bought for her son before, nor could she afford.

Ao Ling didn't have the nerve to repay his mother's kindness, and tried several sets at once, and each set looked good on the upper body. Whether it was the salesperson or other customers, they kept praising him for being so handsome.

Wu Juan was very proud and wanted to tell everyone that her son learned to swim and won many gold medals.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Luo Zhiyong sent the mother and son home, and carried the things upstairs himself, but he did not enter the door very tactfully. Wu Juan politely invited him in for a cup of tea, but he refused, saying that he still Leave if you have something else to do.

Ao Ling could tell that he really wanted to go in, but Wu Juan's invitation was not very sincere, and his eyes were always seeing off the guests.

After returning home, Ao Ling went to take a shower first, and when she came out, Wu Juan was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

He looked around. The house was two bedrooms and one living room. It was not big, and the decoration was ordinary, but it was very tidy.

He suddenly remembered something, then sat beside Wu Juan, and asked with a smile, "When did we move?"

"Not long ago," Wu Juan went to hold his hand. She wanted to hold her son's hand in her palm, but found that Ao Ling's hand was too big for her to hold, so she could only cover the back of his hand. "I want you to come back and change to a bigger house so that you can live more comfortably."

Ao Ling nodded and looked at the apples on the table, which seemed to be different from the ones usually distributed in the cafeteria, this one looked redder.

Wu Juan noticed his eyes, and immediately picked up the fruit knife: "Mom will cut one for you."

Apples are very sweet, full of moisture, and crunchy. Ao Ling likes them very much.

A variety show to welcome the New Year was being broadcast on TV. The guests were dressed in festive red, played some games related to the Spring Festival, and answered questions. If they answered incorrectly, they would be punished. It was quite amusing.

He is like a lazy cat, nestling on the sofa, watching TV, eating apples, living a very comfortable life.

"By the way, Mom forgot to tell you something." Seeing that her son likes to eat fruit, Wu Juan went to the kitchen to wash a bunch of grapes, and took a few oranges and put them on the coffee table.

She peeled the oranges and handed them to Ao Ling, and wished she could peel the grapes for him too: "I changed my job, and now I work in Uncle Luo's shop."

Ao Ling took the orange, still staring at the TV, and let out a "hmm" very distracted.

"He's in the ceramics business, and I'm in charge of helping him receive customers in the store."

On the TV, the guests used their mouths to blow the ping pong balls in the flour, and their faces were covered with improper force. Ao Ling was amused and laughed loudly: "Mmm, that's pretty good."

Wu Juan found that his attention was all on the TV, she didn't know if he really liked watching this show, or if he was deliberately avoiding the topic, she sighed secretly, and didn't plan to talk any more.

Just as she was about to get up to do something else, she suddenly heard Ao Ling ask: "Are you planning to get married?"

She didn't expect her son to ask such straightforward questions, and she couldn't answer for a while, and she was very disturbed, afraid that Ao Ling would blame herself, and also afraid that he would lose his temper.

Ao Ling turned her head to look at him, and then showed a warm smile: "I mean, will you start a family?"

Ao Ling recalled what Fu Xingtu said to him on the way back to the provincial capital: "They will form a new family, maybe have another child, and she will not only be your mother, but you will treat them as a family." In other words, it may become an outsider."

So he asked again: "Will you have another child by then? Will I become an outsider?"

He asked very sincerely, but Wu Juan was taken aback. She waved her hands and rushed to him: "No, no, as long as you don't agree, I will never marry him, let alone have children. You How can you be an outsider, you are my son, more important than my life."

Ao Ling was also taken aback by her, she didn't know how to chat well, why she was so excited all of a sudden, leaning on the sofa, holding a basket of grapes in her arms, pinching the spit out grape skins in one hand, looking at Wu Juan: "I...I don't disagree."

Wu Juan still thought he was talking ironically: "If you are not happy, I will call him tomorrow...I will call him and resign now."

"No," Ao Ling put the basket back on the coffee table, "I didn't mean that, I think it's your business, as long as you... it's you, as long as you think it's okay, I have no problem."

Wu Juan looked at him with doubts in her eyes: "You really think that way."

"Really." Ao Ling was still reluctant to part with the bunch of grapes, and hugged the basket into her arms again, "I have my own life, so I can't come back to see you often, I hope you should also have your own life, whether you get married or not. Whether it’s having a baby or not, I think it’s pretty good.”

"What kind of child?" Wu Juan glanced at him angrily, "How old is your mother?"

"..."

Ao Ling blinked, he didn't know much about the topic of having a baby, so he simply changed the subject: "Do you want to see my gold medal?"

"Of course, our family has a world champion. Do you know how happy your mother is?"

Wu Juan looked at those shiny medals and couldn't put them down: "I really want to take them back to your grandparents. Uncles and uncles have a good look at them, so that they bullied our orphans and widows back then."

Ao Ling said: "I have to return to the team next week, maybe I don't have time."

"Mom just said that casually, and she doesn't want to have any contact with those people."

Ao Ling stayed at home for three days, and on New Year's Eve, the mother and son specially invited Luo Zhiyong to spend time with them.

The two adults have been busy in the kitchen all afternoon, just to make a New Year's Eve dinner for Ao Ling.

The dumplings made by my mother were really delicious. They were stuffed with beef and celery, and there were prawns in them. Ao Ling ate dumplings while watching the Spring Festival Gala, and accidentally got full again.

He spread out on the sofa, holding his mobile phone and wishing his brothers New Year greetings in the Wechat group of the swimming team.

Comey Frog: 【Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck. 】

Comey Frog: 【Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck. 】

Comey Frog: 【Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck. 】

……

Qi Yi distributed five big red envelopes in the group, successfully blowing everyone out.

Fan from Versailles: Damn, why is every red envelope Xiaoqi the luckiest?

Xiaoqi: [cute] [cute] [cute]

Komi Frog: [touch head]

Flying fish: [touch head]

Fan from Versailles: Why am I 0.01 for each?No, Lao Qi, you have to send me a big one by yourself.

Komi Frog: Who are you?I do not know you.

Flying fish: 【Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck. 】

Fan from Versailles: I'll go, and Xiaoqi's luck is the best again.

Flying Fish: Lao Qi, are you home alone?

Comey Frog: Yeah.

Flying fish: Come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner, my mother and sister made dumplings.

Komi Frog: No, I can't get a taxi.

Flying Fish: I asked Director Shen to pick you up?

Komi Frog: No.

Flying fish: ...

Fan of Versailles: You don't want to let me go home with you, you have to stay alone in the vacant room.

Kermi Frog: Get the hell out of here.

Xiao Qi: 【Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck. 】

Flying Fish: Why are there five red envelopes?

Fan of Versailles: Only for one star in life? ? ?The name is a bit familiar.

Comey Frog: Idiot upstairs.

Van of Versailles: Has anyone ever told you that it's offensive to say something like that with that name on it?

Comey Frog: Hehe, you idiot.

……

Life is only for one star: [Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck. 】

Kermi Frog: ...

Flying fish: ...

Xiao Qi: [呲牙] I'm the luckiest again.

Xiaoqi: [laughing] Brother Liang Fan is the least.

Komi Frog: Brother will send you a big red envelope separately.

Flying fish: Brother will send you a big red envelope alone.

Life is only for one star: [Xiao Qi’s exclusive big red envelope]

Fan from Versailles: Ahhh, Mr. Fu, New Year greetings to Mr. Fu, I wish you a new year with eternal youth, live younger and younger! ! !Please give me an exclusive big red envelope too! ! !

Life is only for one star: [I wish you a new year, a 1500-meter technical tour every day]

Van of Versailles: ? ? ?

Fan from Versailles: Mr. Fu, can you do 0.01 even if you are old?It doesn't fit your old temperament!

Ao Ling was holding the phone and kept laughing non-stop. At this time Luo Zhiyong came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, and brought them a large plate of fruit by the way.

He touched Ao Ling again: "Don't lie down just after eating, I'll take you down to set off the fireworks."

Ao Ling didn't want to go, but the other party repeatedly invited, and Wu Juan also helped, so he went along with him.

Fireworks are not allowed in the city, but Luo Zhiyong prepared very small ones, which disappeared after two turns in an empty space.

Ao Ling saw it strangely, and even took a few photos and posted them in the WeChat group. Unfortunately, the photography skills are too bad, and only a circle of light spots can be seen in the photos. Liang Fan thought he was doing something wrong.

When he was about to go up, Luo Zhiyong stopped him again: "Let's walk."

Ao Ling could see that he had something to say to himself, so he nodded and followed him to the side path.

On New Year's Eve, every family had a family reunion in the house, and the weather was so cold that no one came out to hang out.

The street lights in the community are not very bright, and the warm yellow halo sprinkled on the stone road can only illuminate a square inch.

Ao Ling put her hands in her pockets and walked quietly with her head down.

After walking for a while, Luo Zhiyong opened his mouth and talked about the process of his acquaintance with Wu Juan.

The author has something to say: I think the latter paragraph is not well written, so delete it here, and rewrite the new chapter tomorrow.

感谢在2021-04-1220:36:57~2021-04-1223:57:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Phantom invisible needle v, my sister who eats rice, and 1 Juanjuan;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of bamboo bamboo acridine;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!