[Meng Hetang] Enchanted

After returning from the racecourse, life between Meng Hetang and Kong Qingbari has been very peaceful, but until an important person appeared, their relationship seemed to have a crack...

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Meng Hetang's house

Small snowflakes fluttered outside the window, telling people that winter is here and 2018 is here.

A man and a woman were watching TV on the sofa. The girl was sitting cross-legged with a bag of potato chips in her hand. Needless to say, it was Kong Qingbari.

Meng Hetang lay on Qingbai's lap with his leisurely posture, his eyes were squinted, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. He was tired from too much travel.

"What do you want for lunch?" Meng Hetang suddenly asked Qing Barley in surprise.

"I'll eat whatever you do." Qing Barley said with a smirk.

She originally thought that Meng Hetang would give her delicious food, full of joy, but the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

"Eat the ribs, I'll ask my mother to buy them along the way."

! ! !The potato chips in Kong Qinglan's mouth suddenly tasted bad! ! !

"Huh? Your mother is coming?"

"Yeah. It won't be long before the Chinese New Year. She wants to come and see me. I'm flying from Harbin to Beijing today, and I think I'll be there in a while."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier that I'm still staying at your house!" Qing Barley jumped up and was about to leave, Meng Hetang grabbed the noisy girl and said, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I...Of course I'm going back to my house, me!"

"You didn't do anything wrong to hide?"

"Ah? Yes!"

Kong Qingke thought for a while, that's right, it's just to meet his parents, there is nothing to hide.Ever since, she sat back in embarrassment.

Meng Hetang rubbed against her legs, then returned to the original lying position, squinted his eyes and said, "Sooner or later we will see each other, they are very nice, don't be afraid."

After hearing this, Qing Barley smiled, gently squeezed Meng Hetang's face, and said mischievously: "I know, it must be good parents who gave birth to such an excellent son like you!"

Meng Hetang turned his head to look at the girl. Because he was lying down, he could only see her outline but not her facial features. He reached out and touched the girl's lips lightly, and said with a smile, "Little mouth is really sweet. "

Qing Barley lowered his head playfully and kissed Mr. Meng's cheek, then left quickly, pretending that nothing had happened. Let go of each other.

Qing Barley sighed softly, and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast, the Chinese New Year will soon be here."

"Are you going back to Shanghai for Chinese New Year?"

"Well. I want to go back."

"Then go back. How can father and daughter have an overnight feud? Go home and stay for a few days. I miss you and I will go to Shanghai to find you."

"Ah."

A few hours later, Meng's father and mother Meng came. After they rang the doorbell, they were ignored, and they didn't hear the sound of the thief rummaging through the box. They simply opened the door with the key left by Meng Hetang...

As soon as they entered the room, before they could speak, they saw a slender girl sitting cross-legged on the sofa, while their son was lying sound asleep on the girl's lap, and the girl was still gently rubbing her temples with her hands.

Qing Barley looked at the two old men, and then at Meng Hetang who was sleeping soundly. He didn't know what to do, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui~" No matter how beautiful Meng Hetang is on stage, in the eyes of the elders, he will always be their proudest son!In the end, it was Meng's mother who woke up Meng Hetang.

"Oh! Parents, you are here!" Meng Hetang was taken aback, and quickly got up sober.

Father Meng put the spare ribs and hometown specialties he bought on the table, and said, "Your mother misses you, so she came here without stopping!"

Meng's mother immediately retorted: "Listen to what you said, you don't want children!"

Qing Barley stood up and greeted respectfully: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt!"

Father Meng: "Haha, hello, this is Xiaobarley."

Mother Meng: "Uncle...Auntie?"

Qing Barley looked at Meng Hetang for help, "Um..."

Meng Hetang immediately explained: "Ao, Mom and Dad, she is from Shanghai."

Father Meng: "Shanghai is good, a bustling city with outstanding people there!"

Mother Meng: "It's too polite to be called Uncle and Aunt in Northeast China!"

Qing Barley asked curiously, "What should it be called?"

Mother Meng explained: "Usually they are called uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, but they call me aunt unexpectedly. I thought they were acting in a TV series!"

Meng's father diss: "Why do you have so many things! The girl can be called whatever she likes!"

Indeed, Qing Barley is not very comfortable being called Da Ye Da Niang.

Meng's mother: "Xiaohui, Mom brought you sauerkraut specially. Today I will make sauerkraut stewed pork ribs for you. It is delicious. Xiaobai will try it later."

"okay!"

Meng Hetang helped his parents pack their things, and asked, "Did our family pickle it?"

Meng's mother was chattering in the kitchen, asking, "Of course! Eh? Where did you put the oil?"

Qing Barley hurriedly said, "Ao, it's in the cabinet on the first floor on the left, and I'll get it for you."

Mother Meng asked in surprise: "Yeah? You know how to cook?"

Qing Barley scratched his head and looked embarrassed again: "I...won't...he did it for me, so I know where these things are put."

Meng’s mother said with a clear look: “It’s normal! Girls can’t cook much now, especially young ladies like you who grew up in a honey pot. It’s fine if Xiaohui can cook. You two will be separated from each other in the future. I won’t die of hunger even if I’m a child, don’t you think so?”

"Yes……"

Mother Meng's words made Qing Barley feel uncomfortable. From the moment she entered the door, her scrutiny made Qing Barley feel a chill down his spine.

Meng's mother thought: "A girl from a rich family, she was held in the palm of her hand and grew up with a soup key in her mouth. Can she take care of her family?"

During the meal, Kong Qingke kept his head buried, trying to reduce his own existence. Naturally, Meng Hetang also saw that the girl was not used to it, so he put a big rib in the bowl of Qingbarley, and said with a smile: "It's not enough to just eat." Doesn't it choke when eating vegetables?"

Father Meng also cared and said: "Yes, Xiaobai, eat more, don't see us when we come, you are too thin..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm eating!" Qing Barley replied obediently, and when picking up the vegetables, he secretly raised his head and glanced at Mama Meng, seeing that she ignored him, so he ate the meal so cautiously.

After the meal, Meng's mother habitually took the bowls and chopsticks to wash the dishes, Meng Hetang hurried over and said, "You are tired all day, come and rest here with my father."

Mother Meng was stunned... "Hey! No..."

"Go, go, go back to the house, Xiaobai, let's do the dishes!"

"Hmm! Hmm!" Kong Qingke nodded fiercely standing aside, who made the future mother-in-law too powerful, she was too scared.

Meng's mother was pushed into the bedroom by Meng Hetang, and Qing Barley immediately let out a long sigh of relief and drank two large glasses of water.

Meng Hetang suppressed a smile and asked, "Are you okay?"

Qing Barley was drinking water and waved to him.

"Okay, okay, drink slowly, don't worry!" Brother Meng's northeast accent made Qing Barley put down the water glass.

Qing Barley sat down on the chair and whispered, "It's too difficult, too difficult."

In the living room, Meng's father and mother made tea and incense.

In the kitchen, the sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering.

There is a glass door in the middle, you can't hear the living room talking in the kitchen, and you can't hear the kitchen talking in the living room, just like two worlds.

Women understand women, and Kong Qingke bluntly said with his sixth sense: "Your mother doesn't seem to like me."

"How come? You think too much."

"it is true."

"No, my mother just looks a little serious and doesn't like to laugh very much. You are so nice, how could she not like you."

"Oh, forget it, you still have a performance tonight, it's snowing and go early, don't miss the show."

"Okay, you little housekeeper."

Kong Qingke affectionately rubbed his cheek against Meng Hetang's shoulder.

As the sky was getting dark, Father Meng was playing chess with a group of uncles in the community, while Mother Meng and Qing Barley stayed in the house.

"It's really addictive to play chess with a group of people I don't know in this cold day." Meng's mother stood on the balcony, looking at Meng's father downstairs with disgust on her face.

"The old people put it together, and they can always talk together. Auntie, you drink honey water." Qing Barley said to Meng's mother with a cup of honey water.

Mother Meng took it and said, "I'm afraid of the cold. My legs hurt when it's winter. I might as well lie on the bed for a while. Are you afraid of the cold?"

Qing Barley smiled and shook his head.

"It's better for girls to wear more clothes. Don't learn from those. In winter, if you show your ankles and belly buttons, are you tigers? Besides, Beijing and Shanghai are not warm in winter, although they are better than those in the Northeast..."

"understood."

"how old are you?"

"21."

"Ah, you're so young. That's the age when you're just playing around. I've been there before, so I understand."

Upon hearing this, Qing Barley quickly said, "I had a sudden impulse? No, Auntie, you seem to have misunderstood something?"

"I know, your family is engaged in real estate. You are rich and good-looking. Logically speaking, there should be no shortage of suitors. Why did you fall in love with Xiaohui?"

"I……"

Before Qing Barley could reply, Meng's mother took the right to speak again: "I know my son's personality best. To be honest, I was disappointed when I first saw you. You are too young and you look so good. She is so beautiful, she is not my ideal daughter-in-law, but Xiaohui is already thirty, and the children of his classmates can run all over the place. As for him, he got married and divorced again. I am really anxious, but how can I I didn't expect that he actually found a little girl, it's unreliable, it's unreliable!"

"Why is it unreliable? Auntie, I really like him, not just for fun."

"How old are you? Do you know what liking is? Does your family know about my son? Can they agree?"

"Auntie, I think these are minor problems. I'm not worried about them. What are you worried about?"

"What are you talking about? Can the emotional problem be a small problem?"

"The big deal is that I'll bet on your time, betting that I really like it, not on impulse."

"Sure enough, she's still a naive little girl."

"Then what do you mean? Your son likes me, and I like your son. I think that's enough! I'm not young, I'm an adult, you should trust him, he will handle the emotional matters!"

"Are you blaming me for meddling? Do you think my family lives in the sea, so it's too wide? I'm in charge of my son!"

"You say yes!" Kong Qingke turned her head and left. At this moment, she didn't have any manners at all.

In fact, Mama Kong has a good heart. She doesn't trust Kong Qingbari, so she keeps saying things like worrying about her. But in Kong Qingbari's eyes, Mama Meng just hates her, so she feels that she is being irritated. The language will be extreme, and finally led to the meeting broke up unhappy.

Huguang Assembly Hall

Brother Meng and Mr. Xiao changed into their coats and waited to go on stage to save money. Since Meng Hetang hadn't been back to the small garden for a long time, today's audience was particularly enthusiastic.

Meng Hetang: In fact, cross talk is not our specialty.

Zhou Jiuliang: Oh.

Meng Hetang: At first, what were you doing other than cross talk?

Zhou Jiuliang: Which way?Regular customers are here.

Meng Hetang: At first we sang operas.

Zhou Jiuliang: What are you doing?

Meng Hetang: An opera singer.

Zhou Jiuliang: An opera singer?

Meng Hetang: Yes.

... The two teachers faced the words of "Fenhe Bay". Even though they had performed many times and had rich experience, the two teachers still did not change their habit of performing on stage.

Kong Qingbari rushed into the backstage angrily, and all the actors and staff backstage were taken aback. It stands to reason that Deyun Club has regulations that family members should not go backstage, but Kong Qingbari and them have known each other for so long No one will stop you when you come in.

"What's the matter?" Meng Hetang got up from the sofa, saw the red and swollen eyes of Qing Barley, and asked hastily, obviously from crying.

Zhou Jiuliang tactfully hid aside, and the others went on to do other things one after another.

"My aunt is chatting with me at home. She speaks clearly, and I understand it too. She just doesn't like me. She thinks I'm young and I'm just playing around."

"I'm not a cricket, if you want to play, you can play!"

"I'm telling you the truth!" Qing Barley stomped his feet anxiously.

"Okay, okay~ Seriously! Hey! Actually, it's not a big deal. If she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it. I like you! Besides, you try hard to make her like you, you are so smart~ "

"Why?" Tangtang's consolation made Qing Barley even more aggrieved, crying like a pear blossom with rain.

"Why did I work hard? Why didn't you work hard? Why do you take everything so lightly and think so openly? Could it be that one day we broke up because of this, and you know you are nervous!"

"Then why not? I'll die!"

"Meng Hetang!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhou Jiuliang quickly stuck it in his brother Meng's ear and said, "Hey, I've said it, Xiaobai needs comfort at this time."

Kong Qingbari wiped away his tears, and turned his head away from him.

Meng Hetang sighed, his tone eased, and said, "Let's work hard together..."

"Brother Meng!"

"Hey! Hey!"

"It's time to play!"

The assistant's urging made Kong Qingke furious: "Meng Xianghui, I haven't finished talking, don't leave!"

Meng Hetang said helplessly: "I'm about to go on stage, and the audience is still waiting."

"Have you ever cared about me?"

"No, aren't you quite sensible? Snow asked me to come earlier, what's wrong now?"

"Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm wronged now! Your indifferent attitude

Makes me so angry! "

"It doesn't matter, it's alright, alright~ I'll talk about it when I go back!"

"Just say it here!"

"Can you stop being so unreasonable!"

Kong Qingke had never seen such an angry Meng Hetang before. She had to admit that she was afraid, but the feeling of fear only lasted for a few seconds. Now she was like a lunatic with extreme emotions.

"I made trouble for no reason? Meng Hetang, you say I made trouble for no reason?"

Meng Hetang sighed again, coaxing: "You go home first, there are so many people waiting for me..."

"You don't regret it!"

The girl left after all. That performance was bad for Meng Hetang, because he was always talking and distracted, and his emotions were completely taken away. However, the audience's emotions were always high. The on-site effect of Mr. Shang Elementary School's "one word to death" was not bad.

Mother Meng was right. Kong Qingke is indeed still a little girl, a wayward little girl. Whenever she gets angry, her head gets hot and she doesn't care about anything. She still needs to grow up. She and Meng Hetang still have a long way to go. way to go...

The author has something to say: First of all, congratulations to Jiu Lingxi for mentioning his little girlfriend. Recently, some fans have been sad, but also happy. A relationship, she said, he is really a very good person, otherwise he wouldn't have persisted for so long.They gave each other their youth and loved hard.

Seven years of ups and downs, we grew up together, we matured together, we went from unknown to now, that relationship is really unforgettable.Haha, let me express my feelings. I believe that from the perspective of 9088, the two girls must be very good. As a Deyun girl, I sincerely wish them well.

So I will write the two chapters of conflicts based on this inspiration. From conflicts to reconciliation to breakup to reconciliation, I am best at the short things about parents.