The parents of both families tacitly did not say anything about the two of them.

The main thing is that it's not easy to manage.

The child is too old to take care of it.

Liang Xue and Lin Zuodong sighed for two hours on Chinese New Year's Eve, saying that it is not good for their son to be too capable, if it is an ordinary family, an old mother like her who has worked hard for a family business, does not say a word at home, at least it is the old feudal monarch that everyone holds. But what about it, her son's career is hundreds of times that of hers, and he is still a great artist who is on the moon - this is a real finger, not a virtual finger.

Huaguo sent the lunar rover to the surface of the moon for the first time last year, and the four patterns on the car, one of which is Lin Haiwen's "Flying Buddha Picture" - the main reason is that the meaning of flying is very good, and it took several months to select Lin Haiwen's painting.

So he really went to heaven.

Can this kind of son be managed? I can't help it, Liang Xue couldn't help but tear tears of sympathy for herself.

New Year's Day.

Lin Haven's door was knocked on the door, and he looked at the time, half past seven—it was too early.

"Don't get up yet? ”

"No," Lin Haven yelled back in the quilt: "The fart @ stock is still cool." ”

There was a pause outside the door, and after a while, Lin Haven heard the voices of the mother and son: "Don't get up yet, the sun is all fart@stocks." No, the fart @ stock is still a cool drop. ”

“...... You're recording?"

"That's no way, I'm an honest person, not as sharp as you, besides, I can't control you, alas, so I have to think of some small way, if I don't get up, I'll post it on Weibo." ”

Liang Xue has a Weibo of "the world's storms", with more than 100,000 fans, of course, everyone also knows that it is also Lin Haiwen's mother.

Lin Haiwen was convinced, and opened the door with a chicken coop.

Click.

"Haha, just with a picture. ”

“......”

Liang Xue held a stainless steel spoon, put on an apron, and held a mobile phone in one hand: "Hurry up and order the door cannon, I won't send it." ”

"You're so poisonous. ”

"Prizes have been awarded. ”

Lin Haven rolled his eyes: "What about my dad, why didn't he go and light the gun?"

"Your dad is a fool, he answered the phone at two o'clock last night, and he hasn't woken up yet. ”

Not all of them are as chic as Lin Haven, and after a few hits, they will celebrate the New Year in a down-to-earth manner. Lin Zuodong can't compare to him, he doesn't necessarily have to make many calls, but he has a lot to answer.

For example, this cooperative publishing house, magazine, and some friends in the literary world, after all, Lin Zuodong is not only a well-known writer, he is also Lin Haven's old son, Lin Haven can't get through the phone, if you have a way, you can call Lin Zuodong, say a word after the New Year, and also give Mr. Haven a New Year's greeting, hahaha-you are big, Lin Zuodong is generally in such a mood when he hangs up the phone.

So he can be regarded as blocking things for Lin Haven, but Lin Haven hesitated, but still didn't get him up - kind-hearted, such a good son can't be found all over the world.

Ran out and lit the cannon with no complaint.

In the early morning, the sixty-four fireworks boxes exploded three in a row, and there were few such cheesy villas in the entire Miaofeng Mountain villa area.

Finally after the boom, Lin Haven still wanted to catch up on sleep, and when he passed by Liang Xue, he found that there was a strange light in her eyes - her heart was not good, and her sleepiness was gone. Waiting for him to lie back, he silently said in his heart that he didn't want to do it, while opening Weibo.

Sure enough, Liang Xue still sent it out.

One audio and one picture, with text:

"New Year's greetings to everyone. ”

The audio is a discussion about whether the ass is cool or not, and the picture is a handsome photo of the chicken nest on his head - God, Lin Haven fell into the quilt and recovered for a long time.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, in fact, there are not many active populations, whether they watched the Spring Festival Gala or not, they slept very late last night, and people who watched it had to wait for zero o'clock, and those who didn't watch it also had to ensure that they complained in time - but under Liang Xue's Weibo, there was a sea of people, and colorful flags were displayed.

"Hahaha, I didn't recognize it all of a sudden, who is this. ”

"If you want to say that you are ruthless, you have to be your own wife. ”

"Personal, don't doubt it. ”

"I think I'm going to have to be a fool for the next year, and I'll laugh like a fool on the morning of the first day of the new year."

"That is, Mother Lin has the courage to do this. ”

"Isn't your ass really cool, I really want to touch it. ”

- "Huh~~~"

- "Tut~~"

- "The owner of the floor is a man, and the end of this building." ”

Lin Haven flipped for a while, the more he had no love, he thought about it, got up, drilled his head out of the door, and roared: "The surname Liang, you don't believe in your words, break your word and get fat, and betray your promise, you will bear the boundless condemnation of your conscience." ”

Liang Xue, who was busy in the kitchen, almost scared the spatula away.

"Conscience, surnamed Liang, my family, no one will condemn me. ”

“......”

After the bell rang at ten o'clock, Lin Haven and Lin Zuodong came out of the room separately - and found that Liang Xue's breakfast was actually freshly cooked, the white porridge was steaming, the heat was just right, and the side dishes were neat, cold and hot.

"What are you busy with in the morning?" Facing Liang Xue, who was a little low in air pressure, Lin Haven wondered while drinking porridge carefully, their family generally didn't need to prepare too many New Year's goods, because they didn't have any relatives: "Ding Ding Dong, I got up early in the morning." ”

"Make breakfast, just like you, sleep until the three poles of the mountain, and drink the northwest wind on the first day of the new year?"

"......" Lin Haven blinked, looking at this pot of white porridge, four or five side dishes, a little incomprehensible.

"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Lin Zuodong was very appropriate, with a hint of unevenness in his tone, and asked Lin Haiwen: "Are you saying that your mother is busy with this dish in the morning, and her hands and feet are too slow? ”

Lin Haiwen's mouth opened into an O-word: "Mr. Lin, don't write fairy tales, new year." ”

"Huh?"

"Do you think you're scheming, writing a palace bucket or something, it's not a problem. ”

“...... I'm just telling the truth. ”

Lin Haven cut off: "The wisdom of survival, right? Do you think my mother has a bad temper? is easy to get angry? She is already menopausal, so she is extremely flattering and cautious in her words? I really can't see it, your attitude is wrong, my mother is young and beautiful, and her temperament is unparalleled, so I don't need you to wait so fearfully, as if facing a dinosaur." ”

"......" Lin Zuodong was too positive about himself, and he regretted it a little, this dead son is not easy to deal with.

Liang Xue watched the performance of the father and son coldly, and only then did she roll her eyes until both of them stopped talking: "Lao Feng has already gotten up, even Qitai and his son have gotten up, I see that the two of you have slept in the entire Linchuan City until now." ”