Chapter 7: Routines

"Da!", "Da!", "Da......"

Suddenly, crisp footsteps sounded, and it didn't take long for the closed door to be opened, waking Zhang Haoran up from a light sleep, and before he opened his eyes, there was an unusually familiar fragrance from the tip of his nose.

"The door didn't close just now, I thought it was a thief!" Qin Lanhui glanced at Zhang Haoran, who had just woken up on the bed, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, Haoran, why did you come back so early today?"

"Mom!" Zhang Haoran looked at the familiar woman in front of him, two lines of tears, involuntarily slipped from his eyes, nine thousand years, he missed Qin Lanhui all the time, every time he thought of Qin Lanhui, his heart was filled with infinite warmth, and it was precisely because of this that he could get up from the endless calamity.

Qin Lanhui was taken aback, "Hey, Haoran, what's wrong with you, won't you be bullied in school, tell your mother, your mother will tell your head teacher tomorrow." ”

"Mom, I'm fine, I just miss you. Zhang Haoran wiped the tears from his eyes, his mother was not a teacher at their school, but a small leader of the Education Bureau, and had a good relationship with his homeroom teacher.

Otherwise, with his grades, he would not have been able to go to his school. His school, whose full name is "Jiangzhou No. 1 Middle School", is one of the key middle schools in Jiangzhou.

Pity.

No matter how good the school was, it didn't change the fact that he was a bad student!

Qin Lanhui was also a little moved, "You stupid boy, what are you talking about, our mother and mother only met in the morning." ”

"I see you're hungry, wait, Mom will make you something delicious." Qin Lanhui wiped the moisture at the corners of her eyes, for fear of being noticed by Zhang Haoran, so she quickly turned around and walked out of Zhang Haoran's bedroom quickly.

"Bang!"

The sound of the bedroom door closing also woke Zhang Haoran from thousands of thoughts, took a deep look at the closed door, and with a "snap!", a slap was slapped on the face, causing a red slap mark to appear on the white and tender face.

Zhang Haoran said angrily: "You are really a bastard!"

Since he was a child, he was a bad boy in other people's mouths, stealing chickens and touching dogs, and he did a lot of things, but there used to be a group of fox friends and dog friends, but unfortunately because he was sent to a key middle school by his mother, he also broke off contact with these fox friends and dog friends, so he had a cold war with his mother.

I can't say a few words all day long, and I lose my temper from time to time.

That is, personality, almost all the words that can describe a woman's beautiful personality can be used on.

Otherwise, with his temper, if he changes to a short-tempered mother, I'm afraid that he can beat his out.

"Jianguo, if you don't wait for you to take a look in Haoran's room, I always feel that something is wrong with him. ”

"What's wrong?"

"He called my mom!"

"Huh...... I thought this kid didn't recognize you as a mother!"

"Go, what nonsense...... By the way, not only that, Haoran also cried!"

"Well, don't think about it, this kid definitely did something wrong, and you don't want to think about it, every time he made a mistake before, it wasn't in front of you that time. ”

"Like...... too!"

Zhang Haoran heard the slight voice in the hall, his face became more and more complicated, and he couldn't help but have memories hidden in his heart, and pictures appeared in his mind.

It was exactly what he had been with his mother since he was a child!

Two lines of hot tears slipped from Zhang Haoran's eyes again silently.

"Click!"

Not long after, the closed door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man with a sturdy figure and a resolute face walked in, which was Zhang Haoran's father, Zhang Jianguo.

"Little rabbit, you know how to cry at every turn, and you don't look like a man at all. Zhang Jianguo glanced at Zhang Haoran, who had tears falling from his eyes, and frowned slightly, "Okay, don't cry, it's time to eat." ”

After speaking, Zhang Jianguo didn't bother to pay attention to Zhang Haoran, turned around and left.

Zhang Haoran took a deep look, Zhang Jianguo's departing back, and his expression became more and more complicated, this is his father, a man who has gone through hardships.

His father was the captain of the security team of Jiangzhou No. 1 Distillery, a veteran, and when Zhang Haoran was very young, he often bragged about his previous heroic deeds in front of him.

Pity.

For those things, Zhang Haoran scoffed!

It wasn't until this suffering man, lying on the hospital bed, looking at the scarred body, with gunshot wounds and knife wounds, that he knew that his father was a hero.

It is the pride of his life!

"Wait...... My father's body should have run out of oil, and if he didn't prepare, it would be too late. Zhang Haoran suddenly thought that not long after he finished the college entrance examination in his previous life, his father fell ill because of perennial overtime, but this is not the main reason.

The most important thing is that his father's body has gunshot wounds and knife wounds, in addition to external injuries, there are also internal injuries, and his body is already running out of oil and lamps, and it is difficult to support, but unfortunately because of overwork, he fainted, if he was not found in time.

I'm afraid I'll die on the spot!

"Whew!"

Zhang Haoran took a deep breath and suppressed his anxious mood, he was no longer the same as in his previous life, and he could only do nothing about his father's oil-dried body.

He has had 9,000 years of experience in the barren world, and there are countless ways to treat his father's oil-dried body.

However, this premise is that there must be cultivation in the body, otherwise it is impossible to refine the elixir that cures his father's oil-dried body.

"It seems that we have to speed up the cultivation of the 'Zhou Tian Xingchen Jue'. Zhang Haoran walked out of the bedroom, only to see a wooden table in the simple hall, which had been used for many years, full of pots of rich dishes.

"Haoran, what are you doing in a daze, come over and eat. Qin Lanhui patted an empty chair beside her and motioned for Zhang Haoran to come over.

As soon as Zhang Haoran sat down, Qin Lanhui picked up a porcelain bowl filled with rice and put it in front of Zhang Haoran, and prepared to pick up vegetables. Zhang Jianguo snorted coldly: "What are you doing with this little rabbit cub, he doesn't have long hands." ”

"I think you're jealous!" Qin Lanhui glared at Zhang Jianguo angrily, didn't care about Zhang Jianguo, and hurriedly filled Zhang Haoran's rice bowl with Zhang Haoran's favorite dishes, "Haoran, eat quickly!"

Zhang Jianguo glanced at Zhang Haoran dissatisfied, picked up two wine glasses, and poured them full of liquor, "Little rabbit, don't say that I look down on you to wipe your tears, there is a kind of drink between the two of us." ”

"Dad, I salute you!" Zhang Haoran resisted the urge to cry, picked up a glass of liquor, gestured to Zhang Jianguo, and poured it down, the hot feeling made his throat feel as uncomfortable as a fire all of a sudden.

Qin Lanhui snatched the empty wine glass in Zhang Haoran's hand with one hand, "Haoran, what are you doing, you are still young, can you drink this liquor?"