Zhang Jiaming came to the door of his house in the dark, and did not rush to open the door, he wanted to hear what his mother Wang Chunling would talk about after the parent-teacher meeting for him in the morning, now Zhang Jiaming is not only the center of the topic in the class, but also the center of the topic at home, he enjoys this feeling very much.

"I really didn't expect my son to be so good, this final exam not only won the first place in the class, but also was elected as a good student with a high vote, this morning when the parent-teacher meeting, the head teacher Huang half of the time was talking about how my son is excellent, looking at other parents are looking at me with envy and jealousy, I just realized for the first time today what it means to be a mother with a son, I am proud, I am proud, I still have an urge to rush to my balcony and laugh!"

Listening to the excited speech of the mother in the house, Zhang Jiaming shook his head lightly and smiled.

"Mom, you're not done! You've said seven or eight times this night that you're going to rush to the balcony and laugh at the sky, and while the neighbors are still asleep, please, hurry up to the balcony and laugh at the sky, so as not to disturb the rest of the neighbors too late. Sister Zhang Jiali said.

"How do you speak, you kid? I'm just expressing the irrepressible excitement in my heart, if my mother wants to say that I'm about to die of happiness, do you really let my mother die? Wang Chunling counted Zhang Jiali.

Zhang Jiali was also not convinced, "My mother is eccentric, I am a good student every year, and I have never seen you so happy once, the remnants of patriarchal feudal thinking in your mind are still very deep-rooted!" ”

At this time, his father Zhang Weiqun said: "It's almost nine o'clock, why hasn't Jiaming's child come back yet?" ”

Wang Chunling said: "I don't talk about it when Jiaming goes out in the morning, he goes to his classmates to do his homework in the afternoon, and eats at the same classmates in the evening, so he may have to come back a little late." ”

"I can't come back so late for a while, it's almost nine o'clock, no, I'll have to go and find it, Chunling handed me the flashlight."

Hearing that his father was going out to find him, Zhang Jiaming poked the key into the keyhole, opened the door and came in, "Dad, Mom, sister, I'm back." ”

When Zhang Weiqun saw his son coming home, he sat back on the sofa and asked, "Jiaming, have you eaten outside?" ”

"Dad, I ate at the same school." Zhang Jiaming replied.

"Son, come to Mom, let Mom hug you!" Wang Chunling said with open arms.

"Mom, I'll put my schoolbag in my house first."

Zhang Jiaming stuffed the schoolbag full of money under the bed and came out of the house, and found that his mother was still waiting for him, so he reluctantly sat on his mother's lap, Wang Chunling held his son is a mess, and his mother was showing her feelings of licking calves, but Zhang Jiaming, who was forty years old, was a little at a loss, after all, the actual age of his mother was a few years younger than his mental age.

"Jiaming will come with me to the house." Zhang Weiqun got up and said hello, and went straight back to his bedroom.

Zhang Jiaming wiped the saliva on his face and followed, "Dad, what's the matter with me?" ”

Zhang Weiqun motioned for his son to sit down, "Did you send Dad's article to Yangjiang Daily?" ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Jiaming nodded and asked with a smile: "Dad, is the newspaper going to publish your article?" ”

Zhang Weiqun nodded, was silent for a while and asked, "You changed the title of the article?" ”

"Hmmm! Didn't the editors of the newspaper like the headline? ”

"No, the editor of the newspaper called me this morning and said that this article of mine will be published in the original article in the Yangjiang Daily the day after tomorrow."

"Scared me, I thought I had changed the title to something wrong? Congratulations on your article! Zhang Jiaming said happily.

Zhang Weiqun said: "The word 'shallow analysis' in the title of my original article was changed by you to 'profound analysis', although it is only a literal change, but will it leave people with a feeling of being too public? ”

"Dad, your character is more than feminine and hard enough, always look ahead and backward, in fact, you have real talent and learning, you also have the idea of wanting to do more for the country, but the platform of the propaganda section chief of the Oriental Machinery Factory is too small for you, you need to change to a bigger stage, show your best side, and have your own enough strength as a guarantee under the premise, then how big the heart will be on the stage! Come on, Dad! Zhang Jiaming waved his fist hard to cheer up his father.

Zhang Jiaming knew that the above words popped out of the mouth of a nine-year-old child, which would surprise his father Zhang Weiqun, but for the sake of his father's future, or for the sake of his entire family, he couldn't take care of it so much, just think about it!

"Dad, I'm out watching TV." Zhang Jiaming pushed the door and went to the living room.

Zhang Weiqun looked at his son's young back with some surprise, what kind of words did a nine-year-old child say? Is this kid's brain opening or what's wrong?

Within two minutes of returning to the living room, Zhang Jiaming immediately showed the childish side of a nine-year-old child, crying, and shouted in a childish voice: "Mom, my sister won't let me watch cartoons!" ”

Wang Chunling, who was washing clothes in the bathroom, poked out half of her head and reprimanded: "Zhang Jiali, how did you become a sister, you don't know how to let your younger brother, Jiaming, broadcast whichever channel you want to watch, and your mother will call the shots." ”

With his mother's support, Zhang Jiaming burst into tears and laughed, passed by his sister with his small chest, and twisted the TV to the channel where the cartoon was playing. In fact, he doesn't really want to see it, it's just to match his current biological age, and he wants to decorate it from time to time.

"I'm! Don't look at it! Zhang Jiali stomped her feet and prepared to go back to her room.

"Can't you just walk lightly? It's so late, beware of affecting the rest of your Uncle Liu's family downstairs. Wang Chunling taught her daughter a lesson.

"Bang bang!" There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Zhang Jiaming asked.

"Jiaming open the door, I'm your Uncle Liu." Liu Tengda's voice came from outside the door.

I'm afraid this Liu Tengda belongs to Cao Cao, right? At the mention of him or the thought of him, this person will surely appear at his door and knock.

Zhang Jiaming opened the door reluctantly, "Uncle Liu, is there something wrong so late?" ”

"Jiaming, Uncle Liu is looking for your dad for a trivial matter."

Liu Tengda squeezed in wrapped in the cool air outside the house, and reached out to touch Zhang Jiaming's head again, but Zhang Jiaming avoided it with a smile, and said in his heart, if you don't touch my head, you will die?

Eh, you are a pest, I am invincible, you are really looking for death when you meet me!

"Oh, Tengda is here, please come in." Zhang Weiqun came out of his room and greeted him warmly.

"I'm sorry Section Chief Zhang, I'm still bothering you so late." Liu Tengda said with a smile on his face.

Liu Tengda, who has not yet gained power, still shows great respect for Zhang Weiqun, but based on the experience of his previous life, Zhang Jiaming knows that this Liu Tengda is an unfed wolf, and his father's future is ruined in his hands.

The TV in the living room was very noisy, so Zhang Weiqun let Liu Tengda into his room and closed the door.

After five or six minutes, Zhang Jiaming decided to go into the house to find out the truth, so he poured a cup of hot tea and brought it in, and happened to hear Liu Tengda saying: "It seems that it is time for the youth class to hand in the graduation thesis, but I can't write, Section Chief Zhang, you are the leading talent in our unit, or you can give me the paper you wrote for reference, so that my brother and I can also find some inspiration." ”

Zhang Jiaming brought the tea over, "Uncle Liu, please drink tea." ”

"Thank you, thank you, Jiaming, this kid is really sensible." Liu Tengda took the teacup with a smile.

Zhang Weiqun looked at his son, although Zhang Jiaming was still a child in his heart, but in this matter, Zhang Weiqun still reflexively asked his son's opinion.

Since Yangjiang Daily decided to publish his father's article, there will be no dispute over authorship in the future, so Zhang Jiaming nodded to his father.

At this time, Wang Chunling came out of the bathroom after washing her clothes and said, "Jiaming, it's almost ten o'clock, hurry up and wash and sleep, go to bed early and get up early." ”

"Oh, I'm going to wash my face and feet." Zhang Jiaming agreed.

For Zhang Jiaming, who has watched countless Chinese and foreign blockbusters in his previous life, the films shown on the TV station now are really nothing to see, and the reason why he wants to watch them persistently is mainly to relive this long-lost feeling.

When Zhang Jiaming finished washing up and lay on his small single bed, Liu Tengda hadn't left yet, but he knew that Liu Tengda was destined to be out of play this time.

The sky in the eighties was still very clean, looking at the starry sky, Zhang Jiaming, who had been tired for a day, fell asleep with a smile after a while.