The little fat man sat obediently on the chair with a napkin around, and a pair of little fat legs kicked around in mid-air.

On the table in front of him was cooking a table of dishes, all of which he loved to eat.

He twisted his eyebrows and opened his mother's hand and said angrily.

"Did Bian Jin answer the phone? When will he come to school? I'll start school tomorrow, and my classmates are still waiting! And that young lady, are you going to embarrass me?! ”

He was only six years old, and his parents loved him so much that they bought him a mobile phone.

His father thought that although they had come from the countryside, now that they had bought a house in the city, their children had to receive the best education possible, and they could not be inferior to others!

There can be no shame.

It is because they are all from the countryside, and now they have struggled for many years and finally bought a house in the city and become urban people.

Therefore, they want to save face more than ordinary people, for fear of being looked down upon and said that they have no quality.

They want to get rid of their poverty.

Similarly, Bian Jin, who grew up in the countryside and had little education from them and had very low educational qualifications, became an unspeakable stain on the couple.

When they see Bian Jin, they will think of what kind of life they used to live, they are rural people.

The little fat man kicked his legs and made a fuss, and when he saw that no one was talking on the table, he simply picked up the bowl on the table and threw it hard, especially loudly.

"None of you listen to me?! I said, tell Bian Jin and that little sister to come to my school tomorrow! ”

His father immediately frowned, his voice stern.

"How do you talk to your parents?! You're going to make people say you're uneducated, and people who throw us don't know?! ”

The little fat man's body shrank for a moment.

His mother was immediately distressed, touched the little fat man's head in distress, and yelled at her husband instead.

"Why are you yelling at your son?! Why is there no upbringing, and my son can't just say a few words from his heart?! ”

"Our son is only six years old, he can play with his mobile phone and games, his grades are good, and he is sweet and liked by passers-by. What's wrong with arrogance? In the future, I won't be able to be a domineering president! ”

The little fat man was a little afraid that his father would be angry.

As soon as he heard his mother facing him, he immediately became angry again.

His father felt sorry for his son.

This is his pride, and he is a very good son who has been taught by himself.

And this is Bian Jin's younger brother, Bian Jin, as an elder brother, come and see what's wrong with your younger brother?

Do you think you're good at making a career?

He is not a beginner Chinese, half illiterate, and he doesn't even answer his parents' phone calls...... If someone finds out, it's time to say that there is something wrong with their parents' education.

The little fat man's father thought for a long time, put down the chopsticks, and said calmly.

"That's it, you wait, tomorrow I'll get off work, I'll go to that drip or something, go find Bian Jin, and take him home for a meal together."

The little fat man's eyes are bright, but they are very similar to Bian Jin's eyes, and there are stars under his eyes.

It's just that his fat eyes are squeezed into a slit.

He clapped his hands happily.

"And that Tong Yaoyao, also called over, I want her to play with me."

His parents agreed.

In the D·R team, Bian Jin returned to the bedroom.

His bedroom was dark, with only a dim lamp.

Bian Jin sat at the table, his long eyelashes blinking, leaving a fluttering reflection on the wall.

He pursed his lips, looked at the phone he remembered again, smiled, and picked it up.

From the other side came a female voice that he listened to very unfamiliarly.

"Jinjin, I'm my mother."

Bian Jin smiled indifferently, he said lightly.

"Oh? Isn't my mom dead? ”