Qingwan Aristotle: Weep! !

I ignored the discussions in the group, and exited the software and went to sleep with peace of mind.

The next morning, when I turned on my phone again, I found a lot of news. There are the recent updates of the puppy sent to me by Dr. He from the veterinary hospital, and Yu Xixi who carefully and privately knocked on me to ask me what happened, and... my mother asked me to go home for dinner once a month.

Looking at the last chat, I still told me to go home for dinner. On the same day last month, not a word was bad, it was as if she set an alarm clock to remind herself once a month, so that she remembered to call my eldest son home for dinner to avoid appearing that they were too indifferent .

Staring at the few words that had become cold due to mechanical rigidity, I wanted to refuse, and sat on the bed for ten minutes, but still only issued a word "um". Compared with the previous month, the previous month, and every month of the previous year, there is no difference in the response.

Before going out, his eyes were suddenly shaken.

It may be close to the window, the sun shines in and falls on the trophy in the bookcase. Whether it is the trophy body or the diamond on the base, both the trophy body and the diamond on the base will shine, and its presence cannot be weakened through the glass.

Too dazzling.

After thinking about it, I went back to the house, took the trophy off the shelf, and locked it in the drawer.

I clicked on the work group and found that it was impossible to withdraw yesterday's speech, so I had to edit another one and send it out.

Calm down, I feel rational again.

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Chapter 20 Nothing

Before college, I never felt like my life was weird.

Ordinary is created by contrasting with the uncommon. Uncommon people will only realize how different they are when they meet ordinary people.

I will always remember Lu Feiheng's surprised and eccentric expression when he learned that my 18-year life has been completely without fun, no friends, and only learning - I thought it was "weird" at the time, but now that I think about it, he may have been in distressed me.

The first time I watched Shang Lu's movie, I was in college, and I watched "Retrograde Wind" with a few people in the dormitory. I don't know if it's a "chicken plot", and after watching other people's movies, I feel inferior to Shang Lu, and I secretly bought his posters to hide under the bed.

Lu Feiheng also liked Shang Lu and would often watch Shang Lu's films with me. The most watched films are all flesh-colored, showing Shang Lu's good figure and face.

I should have noticed, how could he be straight as our tastes are so similar.

It's a pity that although Shang Lu was only thirty years old at that time, he had already retired from the entertainment industry. There are only those few works left. I read them over and over again, and I can recite my lines when I see them.

If he didn't retire back then, he would be a movie king now.

It is a pity for many fans that Shang Lu gave up his flourishing acting career and turned to business at the most brilliant time. No wonder so many people expect Shang Muxiao to inherit the mantle and enter the circle to film. This has nothing to do with hobbies, it's more like a... feeling.

But their father-son relationship is so bad, it should be impossible.

"Eat the broccoli."

At the quiet dining table, a stern female voice interrupted my thoughts that radiated to the horizon and pulled me back to reality.

Four people were sitting on one side of the square dining table. Bei Yan was opposite me, frowning at the only broccoli left in the bowl.

He didn't like to eat vegetables since he was a child. He used to save vegetables for the end and pretended to eat them in front of his parents. In fact, he just put them in his mouth and spit them out the window after returning to the room.

This was a seamless plan, but my house lives on the first floor, and outside his window is the green belt of the community. During that time, my mother always felt that there were many flies in the summer. After looking around, she completely dismantled his tricks.

The mother was furious at his deceit, and after cleaning the green belt with a cold face, she only gave him a vegetarian diet for a long time. Originally, he wanted to correct his picky eating problem, but if he didn't like it, he didn't like it. No matter how old he was, his dislike for vegetables was still etched in his bones.

"Oh." Bei Yan reluctantly stuffed the broccoli into his mouth, chewing it hard.

I see that he was really uncomfortable, so he intends to speak for him: "If you don't like to eat it, don't force him to eat."

His father did not speak. It may be the relationship between government departments. He always seemed very serious on weekdays, not joking, and not much to talk at home. From the past, he was used to the master of his mother at home. For educating children, he could not intervene without inserting his mouth.

He always believes that there is only one voice between husband and wife. Once both of them speak, the contradiction will erupt.

"No, how can the body's uneven body be good? You have to eat it." The mother was tough as always, without room for half a concession.

She has never been fat for decades. When she was young, she still had meat on her face. She was not too thin, her skin was loose, her fat faded, and people looked thinner and looked particularly big. , Make people feel stubborn.

Bei Yan was frightened by her, swallowing the blue flower that did not chew in her mouth very much, and then he settled there, opened his eyes, covering his neck with both hands, and opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound.

I was a little bad in my heart.

His movement was a bit scary, and his parents didn't calm down at once. Putting down the chopsticks around him, patted his back, poured water and poured water.

Beiyan's face was purple, and she was obviously choked by the blue flower.

"Xiaoyan, don't scare your mother." The mother cried, and the whole person panicked.

"Go, I drive, go to the hospital." My father said he got up and went to find the car key.

I am calm among the few people. I remember that I have seen it in the first aid manual before. This kind of food is stuck in the trachea by food. It may cause permanent damage to the brain when it is late.

"Wait, first discharge the foreign body in his esophagus ..."

No one listened to me at all. My mother couldn't hold her back for Beiyan. The tears were full of eyes, and the same sentence murmured in her mouth: "You must be fine, you must have nothing ..."