Lin Zijiao lowered his head and walked all the way, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Jing Jian's self-righteousness, Hao Nanren's stubborn fighting, and the shamelessness and scoundrels of those two gangsters, the unfavorable years made her mood worse than ever.

Fortunately, the subsequent journey was quite safe, and when she arrived at school, she was still not unexpectedly late.

Although the movement has ended, the teachers of this era still have lingering palpitations, and they are not strict with their students, and of course they may not dare to manage them at all.

Lin Zijiao stood at the door of the classroom and shouted a report, so he entered the classroom smoothly and copied the homework written on the blackboard, and the semester was over.

When he went back, Lin Zijiao was still a little worried, worried that Hao Nanren would come back to entangle, and worried that the two gangsters would come to her again.

Also, she doesn't want to see Jing Jian's idiot again!

Fortunately, nothing happened, Lin Zijiao returned home, and Kuroko wagged his tail to meet him with a wild lick.

Lin Zijiao touched its furry head, and finally felt better.

It's still home.

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……

"It's still good to be at home!" Lin Weiguo stood in front of the door of his courtyard, looking at the light inside through the crack in the door, and sighed softly.

When he returned to Gimhae City after three transfers, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark.

Lin Weiguo reached in from the doorway, fumbled to open the door and opened it.

Kuroko recognized his master, and came over silently with his tail wagged, and he patted Kuroko's head and looked at the main house.

Curtains were drawn on the windows, and a glimmer of light came through the cracks in the curtains, dim and warm.

The last time I visited my home was on National Day, and that time Lin Weiguo only stayed home for one day, and he hurried back the next day.

This time, he took a month off, on the one hand, to take care of his sick little sister, to help the family prepare for the New Year, and on the other hand, to deal with some things by the way.

There are some things that can't be put off any longer, and this time he wants to make it clear.

Zheng Guihua was sitting on the kang in the east house, on which a few pieces of blue polyester cloth were spread out, and she was making clothes.

Lin Zijiao was sitting at the kang table, spreading out his textbooks and studying, and Lin Zishu was also in this room, wrapping rubber bands with black thin kessimi wool.

Hearing the knock on the door, the three of them looked up together.

"Brother!"

"Big brother!"

The two girls cried out in unison, Zheng Guihua put down her half-made clothes, put on her shoes and went off the kang, and stood in front of her son and looked him up and down.

Lin Zishu forgot that she was still holding a rubber band and wool in her hand, and hurriedly walked over, the wool dragged behind her, and the wool ball was rolling on the ground.

"Brother, did you receive a telegram?"

Lin Weiguo put the cloth pocket in his hand in the corner of the wall and nodded.

"Received, the letter and telegram have been received—Zijin looks good, it seems that he is well?" he looked at Lin Zijin and said, "It seems that he has lost a little weight." ”

Lin Zijin smiled and nodded and shook his head, not knowing what to say. In her previous life, there was a teenage age difference between her and this cousin, and she didn't see each other much, so she didn't know much about this cousin.

Zheng Guihua took off Lin Weiguo's hat and went to check his ears first.

She noticed that although her son's ears were red and swollen like two large persimmons, they were all there, so she breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed her son's hand again and looked at it carefully.

The hands were all large and small purple-red chilblains, but one of the ten fingers was not less.

"I'll look at my feet!" Zheng Guihua's tone was very unhappy, Lin Weiguo smiled, sat on the edge of the kang honestly, and took off his big cotton shoes.

"The socks were also off. Obviously, Zheng Guihua didn't believe her son very much, and reprimanded.

The gray-white, hand-knitted wool socks were taken off, revealing red and swollen feet, Lin Weiguo said with a smile: "Mom, there are ten toes, and there is no one missing." ”

Zheng Guihua breathed a sigh of relief, didn't care about the redness and swelling of her feet, poked a finger hard at Lin Weiguo's forehead, glared and said, "Okay, put it on." ”

The climate in N Province is very cold, not to mention children, it is an adult, it is normal to have frostbite on the hands, feet, ears and face in winter, so Zheng Guihua does not care about the frostbite on her son's feet and hands.

In her opinion, as long as the hands, feet, and fingers are complete, and the ears and nose are not frozen.

"Dead boy, as far as you can sell weird (love to be in the limelight, do weird things to attract the attention of others), don't you know that you can freeze people to death in winter?"

Zheng Guihua's heart was relieved for a few days, and she immediately began to nag.

"Mom, isn't this okay? Where can you really freeze to death?" Lin Weiguo smiled bitterly and explained, but he thought in his heart that if he didn't go out to find those two, those two would really freeze to death.

"Put your mother's fart, even if you can't freeze to death, in case you freeze off a finger and toe, I see how you are looking for a partner, you are so active all day long, I don't know how many pounds and taels I have, I can sell strange goods, I can't let you go anywhere......"

Zheng Guihua turned on the nagging mode, as if chewing Xuanmai couldn't stop at all, and poked and poked Lin Weiguo's forehead with one index finger, leaving a few red marks.

If it weren't for the fact that her son had just entered the house, maybe she would have slapped him a few times.

Lin Weiguo, who was in his twenties and stood up a head taller than his mother, didn't dare to make a sound, and his head clicked with his mother's fingers.

Seeing that he couldn't stop smiling bitterly, Lin Zijiao hurriedly poured a teapot of hot water and handed it to his brother: "Brother, drink water, have you eaten?" I'll give you a hot meal." ”

Lin Weiguo took the hot water, obviously unable to adapt to the little sister's diligence and eyes, and looked at her a little puzzled: "I've eaten it." "Why has my little sister become diligent?

Zheng Guihua, who was poking and scolding, was also a little puzzled by her youngest daughter's performance.

It was only then that she remembered to care about her son's eating and drinking, and stopped nagging to express her concern for her son: "If you have eaten, let me ...... if you haven't eaten." Zishu will give you a hot meal. ”

Zheng Guihua instinctively doubted her youngest daughter's ability to do housework, and after hesitating, she decided that her eldest daughter was reliable.

Lin Weiguo was very happy that his mother finally stopped the magic sound, poked his head with his magic finger, and hurriedly smiled: "Mom, I've eaten, I'm really not hungry, I brought you something to eat." ”

He turned to Lin Zijiao again: "Zijiao, my brother brought you a rabbit skin, and you asked your mother to sew it into hats and gloves for you and Zishu, as well as rabbit tails, which are fluffy and fun." ”

Lin Zijiao smiled: "Thank you, brother." ”

Zheng Guihua raised her hand and slapped her daughter, turned to Lin Weiguo and said, "The female doll's family has a scarf, what do you want a hat for, bring the rabbit skin, and I will sew a hat for your uncle." ”

Give it to your uncle, you can give it to your uncle, and I'm used to it anyway.

Lin Weiguo did not refute, handed over the rabbit skin to his mother, took out everything from the cloth pocket and put it on the kang, and asked casually: "My dad is not at home?"

This time she poked the hornet's nest again, and Zheng Guihua immediately nagged again, but this time the object of the nagging was changed to Lin Jiaming.