Feng Yiming looked at Feng Wei'an, who was feasting happily, but didn't say a word, his heart was a little hairy, his father was a person who made a fuss in his stomach, it was difficult to see anything from his face, but the previous life and this life combined to be a father and son for decades, Feng Yiming also had some experience. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Generally speaking, if you make a mistake, your father will take out the ring ruler and make a big noise, and you may not be more unlucky, but if your father is calm, either the crime is not taken to heart by the father, or he has already hated it in his heart, and he thinks about how appropriate it is to beat his son later.

Feng's mother also came back early today, holding the rice bowl and reprimanding loudly: "Feng Wei'an, I can't take care of it, you can do it yourself, you don't let him change this problem, I'll trouble you when I turn around." ”

Feng Wei'an's face changed, and he scolded secretly in his heart, what a bad thing, what a matter caused by his son, why do you want Lao Tzu to come to the top of the tank, turned his head and glared at Feng Yiming fiercely and said, "Did you hear it?"

Feng Yiming looked at the dishes on the table, watched his mother enter the bedroom, and then muttered in a low voice: "You can't cross the river and tear down the bridge......" Although I didn't buy any vegetables today, but in order to escape the "sanctions" at home at night, Feng Yiming has done his best, sweet and sour pork ribs, mushroom stewed tofu, open winter melon, although they are all home-cooked dishes, but my dad is obviously very diligent under the chopsticks today, and he can't still think about moving the ring ruler after eating, right?

Feng Wei'an picked up the last rib on the plate, looked at his son's empty rice bowl, blushed a little, thought about it again and again, or opened his mouth to finish the ribs, and then whispered: "Where is the military division?"

"It's okay, it's all settled. ”

"Are you hurt?"

"No, Dad, you don't know me yet, how is it possible?"

Feng Wei'an frowned, hesitantly looked back at his wife who was still in the bedroom, and received a call from Ye Huai'an when he got off work, and he only knew about it, Feng Yiming fought with the instructor during military training, and actually sent the other party to the school infirmary, and his wife was angry about it? Feng Wei'an was a little puzzled, this is not his wife's consistent style of protecting her shortcomings?

Feng's mother changed her clothes, looked at her watch, there was still half an hour before the third year of high school was about to go out at night, and she was ready to go out with the lesson plan, and as soon as she walked into the living room, she heard her husband's seemingly serious, but in fact exculpatory words: "Study, study, people can't do without these two words in their lives, and there must be my teacher in a threesome, you should have known this sentence for a long time, but you didn't understand the meaning...... Teachers, preaching and teaching to solve doubts are also ......"

Feng Wei'an and Feng Yiming, neither of them knew what they were talking about, and the other didn't know what they heard, and the corners of their eyes were aimed at Feng's mother who was about to go out.

With a "snap", the two men who were both thieves jumped up at the same time, nodded their heads, and looked at Lafayette with a pleasing face.

"Okay, play sloppy with me, good ...... The surname Feng, take out the things in your pocket!" Feng's mother slapped the table and scolded.

Hearing this sentence surnamed Feng, the two froze at the same time, and looked up at each other at the same time, at this time, Feng's mother slapped the table and scolded: "What time is it?" Feng Wei'an, I don't have time to delay time with you!"

Feng Yiming looked at his father with a bitter face on his face, and almost didn't laugh out loud, tsk, why did my mother point the finger at my father, did I get the wrong script?

Feng's mother showed a chilling light in her eyes, broke Feng Wei'an's hand vigorously, snatched the pack of cigarettes that had not been smoked yet, and scolded: "I asked you to quit smoking more than ten years ago, quit smoking, but I just refused, but now it's okay, even your son has learned from you!"

Feng Yiming, who was still glad that he had escaped just now, couldn't turn his mind a little, and he looked at his mother stupidly and didn't speak, and he didn't even react when he was eager to find a father who was a substitute for the dead ghost and put his hand into his pocket.

Feng Wei'an slapped his son's pack of cigarettes on the table, and then threw them directly into the toilet and flushed them out, scolding in his heart, what kind of world is this, his son smokes China, and he can only smoke six yuan of white sand.

Looking at the angry mother, a serious lesson to himself, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes, Feng Yiming finally woke up, in his previous life, he didn't leave his cigarette for a long time, and then quit smoking several times without success, every time he went back to Qingping's house, his mother would always get angry because of this, in my mother's words, as long as you get married and have children, and then quit smoking, our old couple will have nothing to worry about.

It was more than ten years later, Feng's mother, whose temper was gradually improving, was replaced by a mother who was still young and strong at this time, and she could hear her voice clearly in the classroom next door during class, Feng Yiming thought that she was going to be unlucky this time. For Feng's mother, as long as her son fights with others, as long as he doesn't make a big deal and doesn't suffer any injuries, there is no problem, but smoking, this is a matter of principle.

Thinking of the scene when his mother found out that she was smoking for the first time in her previous life, Feng Yiming's heart was furious, that time he drove himself out of the door after graduating from college and working for two years, and he didn't dare to go to the hotel for fear of making his mother angry even more, but in the winter, he stood outside the door until more than three o'clock in the middle of the night, and his father opened the door and let himself in.

Feng Wei'an scolded his son loudly, while secretly looking at his wife with the corner of his eye, and his heart was also a little hairy, can his son be blamed for smoking? As Lao Tzu's management of his son, he can't control his son, and he can't control a cigarette in his mouth, but in the past few decades, he is familiar with his wife's unreasonable style, just now his wife first took out her own pocket, and she knows that she knows that she is dead and believes that she has brought her son badly, which is really wronged.

Seeing Feng's mother sit down and drink a sip of water, Feng Yiming glanced at his father, and nodded at the clock hanging on the wall, Feng Wei'an understood in seconds, and while nodding to his wife and admitting his godson's mistake, he reminded in a low voice: "It's half past six in five minutes, or ...... If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple, and I'll teach him a lesson when I come back?"

Feng's mother picked up the lesson plan and went out with a calm face, Feng Wei'an breathed a long sigh of relief, and turned around to see that her son, who was also relieved, was already sitting on the sofa, and couldn't help but scold angrily: "Bastard, when did you learn to smoke?

Feng Yiming said with a hippie smile: "Hey, when my mother is not there, you smoke a lot, don't laugh at anyone else, otherwise I have to remind my mother when I go back, my father never buys anything to take home, why do you have to bring back a few boxes of air sobering agents every few months." ”

"You ......" Feng Wei'an was so angry that he dared to threaten Lao Tzu, "Who took you to smoke?"

Feng Yiming looked at his father with an expression of wanting to kill, and said lightly: "Oh, it's Ding Xiangzhong's old thing, Dad, if you want to find trouble, go to him." ”