"Doro, doro, the cold wind freezes me to death, and I will build a nest tomorrow ......"

Lin Miao was holding the textbook and reciting it, it was obviously a textbook for primary school, but he still memorized it vigorously.

On Thursday night, piano classes at the Children's Palace were suspended for a day because I heard that there would be a power outage in the whole district at night. Then at 6 o'clock in the evening, most of the lights in Oucheng District were really extinguished, which shows that the public institutions in this year really did what they said.

In Lin Miao's memories of childhood, power outages are indeed very commonplace.

It always comes once every two months, and with typhoons and winds blowing power lines and the like, there are always five, six, seven or eight stops throughout the year.

When I lived in Tianji Lane, the children were always inexplicably happy about the power outage.

Whenever there is a power outage, especially in the summer, the children of each family will all run outside, have nothing to do to do a little game, of course the adults also come out, a group of people in twos and threes to get together a few piles of chatting, there is no worry about the power outage on their faces, until the electricity comes, everyone will go back to their homes, and then wash and lie down, turn off the lights, the lights of each family are turned off one after another, and the small courtyard will soon fall into a quiet again. No power outages, in fact, there is no difference at all.

However, Lin Miao can't understand such a scene now.

Living in the upper floors of Xicheng Street, the only thing he can do is light a candle and play by himself.

Under the orange candlelight, Lin Miao had already flipped through the fifth-grade Chinese textbook from beginning to end. I have to say that the Chinese textbooks in primary schools are so simple that people have to be full of a sense of superiority in cultural accomplishment.

Putting down the textbook, Lin Miao walked out of her room, wanting to squander her boring time a little.

The lights were on in the living room at this time, Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping were playing cards, and whoever lost would flick their foreheads, so naïve that they died.

Lin Miao walked over and sat next to Jiang Ping, Jiang Ping grabbed Lin Miao and asked, "Which one did you say?"

Lin Miao thought about it carefully, took all the cards in Jiang Ping's hand, and said domineeringly: "Let me come!"

Lin Guorong smiled slightly when he heard this, and then asked casually, "Is the book finished?"

Lin Miao threw out a pair, "Hmm." ”

Lin Guorong frowned, "Yes...... I can't afford it. ”

Lin Miao looked up at her father in shock.

Lin Guorong sighed helplessly: "I don't have a pair in my hand......"

Lin Miao shook her head and said, "No, this is not the point......

Lin Guorong asked curiously, "Then what is the point?"

"It's nothing ......" Lin Miao gave up the plan to give Lin Guorong science popularization "How to make it a sad sentence by adding two words in the middle of sorry", otherwise with Lao Lin's style, I am afraid that he will use this stalk to soak in a married woman. And married women are usually easy to be soaked in this kind of stalk, in that case, Lin Miao feels too sorry for her mother.

Lin Guorong saw that his son didn't say anything, of course, he didn't ask much, and casually changed the subject: "How is your new book?"

Lin Miao replied, "That's it." ”

Lin Guorong said: "Your Aunt Shaoyi is in a hurry. ”

Lin Miao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Dad, I'm not as arrogant as you." ”

"That's it, you're so thick-skinned, do you really think you're a writer?" Jiang Ping also teased.

"Go, go, what do you know?" Lin Guorong replied angrily, "Do you care about that bit of fame? The key is that we have signed a contract with someone now, do we have to be honest and do things? When you say when you will deliver the manuscript, this is called the rules, you know?"

Lin Guorong said it righteously.

Lin Miao muttered in her heart: Damn, if everyone who is engaged in writing work can deliver the manuscript on time, then there are really ghosts in this world. Not to mention the on-time delivery, if you can deliver the manuscript within a week after the deadline, Party A should be secretly happy!

"I don't know the rules, so I'll ask you, where did you spend all the money your son earned you? You don't tell me how much money you make, and you don't let me see the passbook, I tell you, don't mess with the money your son earns, do you know?" Jiang Ping also rolled her eyes and poked back.

Lin Guorong was a little moved, threw the cards that had been lost on the coffee table, and said irritably: "What are you anxious about, didn't I say that I will show you when it is almost everything? I am just afraid that after you see it, your mouth will not be good, and you will tell people everywhere, in case your sister knows, she can come to borrow money tomorrow!"

Jiang Ping immediately showed an unhappy expression and said loudly: "Are you stupid for me? I won't tell anyone I will tell her! I'm not stupid!"

"Okay, okay, you're not stupid...... Are you not stupid, who else in this world is stupid?" Lin Guorong stood up and walked into the master bedroom angrily, and after a while, he took a passbook and threw it to Jiang Ping, frowning and saying angrily, "Look, look hard, what's there to see?"

Jiang Ping was sprayed by Lin Guorong like this, but she felt that she was at a loss.

She weakly picked up the passbook and counted it under the light: "Ten hundred thousand...... 20,006?"

Jiang Ping was dumbfounded, stunned by this huge amount of money.

She has been married to Lin Guorong for so many years, and the total savings of the couple have never reached this number.

"How can there be so many?" Jiang Ping asked in amazement.

Lin Miao replied for Lin Guorong: "It's all sold to the whole country, and now the Provincial Writers Association has come to invite my dad to join the association, and the commission of 20,006 is normal, and at least tens of thousands can be taken in the future." ”

"There are still tens of thousands to take?" Jiang Ping couldn't help but scream.

Lin Guorong hurriedly said: "Whisper, whisper, what is it called, do you know that the wall has ears!?"

Jiang Ping controlled her emotions at this time, but she was still full of emotion: "It turns out that publishing books is so profitable...... How do we spend so much money?"

Lin Miao hung three black lines on her forehead.

Ms. Jiang Ping, just now you said that the money is mine......

It turns out that I only have nominal ownership, and the final control is still yours, right?

Jiang Ping's question was obviously quite encouraging, and when Lao Lin heard it, he immediately lost his psychological defense, and asked rhetorically, "What do you want to buy?"

Jiang Ping ignored Lin Miao's existence and said with a smile: "I went to the mall with Mei Lan and them last Sunday, and I saw a coat, fur, more than 800 yuan, which is very good." ”

Lin Guorong looked at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao replied expressionlessly: "Buy." ”

Jiang Ping said again: "There is also a men's suit coat, which I think is quite suitable for you, only more than 600 yuan." ”

Lin Miao: "Buy." ”

Jiang Ping's eyes lit up, and her emotions continued to be excited: "It's time to change the baby's clothes, and I will buy them together on Sunday." ”

Lin Miao didn't reply: "Add a pair of shoes." ”

Jiang Ping said: "Forget it, I'm distressed to buy it like this, let's buy shoes next month, anyway, it's not the New Year yet." ”

Distressed fart, you obviously want to divide what you can buy at one time into two to buy......

At this time, the lamp suddenly blinked twice, and there was a cry of joy in the Mingyue community.

It's called.

Jiang Ping hurriedly put away the passbook first.

Lin Guorong was still not at ease, and nagged more: "Don't tell your sister, you know?"

"I know, I won't tell her!" Jiang Ping replied impatiently, then ran to Lin Miao's side, kissed him heavily on the face, and smiled happily, "Baby, mom really loves you to death~"

Lin Miao wiped her saliva with her hand, feeling so melancholy kissed by Jiang Ping.

Alas...... Are you the one who loves me, or the one who loves my money?

He originally thought that this question would be used to ask his future girlfriend, but what he never expected was that in this life, he asked his own mother in his heart in advance.

The family is unfortunate......

"Jingle Bell Bell ......" a phone rang from the master bedroom.

Lin Guorong walked over and picked up the phone.

Lin Miao and Jiang Ping pricked up their ears and listened to Lin Guorong's movements, and then listened to Lao Lin reply with a continuous repetition of words: "Hey, oh~ Director Wang, hello, little things, little things...... It's okay, it's okay, it'

After making the call, Lao Lin walked out with a red face and said loudly to Lin Miao: "This week, go to the TV station with my father." The TV station said that the one I recorded last time didn't count, and that we would go over and record it again on Sunday. ”

Jiang Ping asked excitedly, "Are you going to be on TV again?"

"Hmm" Lin Guorong nodded his head, "Do you want to go along?"

"What am I going to do? Where ...... TV station is there" Jiang Ping was timid, hugged Lin Miao again, and said, "My baby son can just go over, and my mother will wait for the TV broadcast at home!"