After a long journey of more than ten hours, the flight from Bern, Switzerland to Nanshan, Huaxia finally landed smoothly, Mo Shu looked at his watch, and the hour hand had pointed to 1 o'clock in the morning.

Mo Shu did not notify anyone to pick up the airport when he returned to China this time, not even his parents.

Taking advantage of the gap between customs and luggage pick-up, Mo Shu quickly made an appointment with a special car driver who ran the airport line, and he wanted to return to his warm home as soon as possible.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, Mo Shu finally arrived home.

He tiptoed out the key and unscrewed the security door, for fear of disturbing his parents, who were already resting, by making too much noise.

He tossed around for a long time when he entered the door, and finally found his slippers to change into, but the light in the living room suddenly turned on.

"Boy, don't say a word when you come back, I'll pick you up, are you freezing so late? Is the game not going well? Didn't eat anything on the plane? The father squinted his sleepy eyes, put a coat on his shoulders, and carried a kitchen knife in his hand, where did he expect Mo Shu to suddenly run home, and thought that there was a burglar in the house.

Although his father spoke more and more delicately as he got older, Mo Shu felt extremely useful when he heard it at the moment.

"Hehe, don't worry, I just won the first ERC championship, and it's going well." Mo Shu has been a son who reports good news but not bad news since he was a child, who doesn't have some troubles in his life, just digest and digest it himself.

"You can't be proud if you win the game, don't you hear?" Although the father began to educate his son again on the surface, the pride and joy on his face could not be concealed at all.

"Mo Shu, Mom will get you some supper, you can sit down and rest for a while." My mother got up at some point and said softly while lighting the gas stove.

The son is home, and he is still home with the title of world champion, and the old couple is happy!

The most delicious meal in the world is sometimes nothing compared to a home-cooked meal prepared by his parents, Mo Shu sucked the fragrant noodles hard, and he didn't care about the hot temperature of the food just out of the pot.

"Slow down, slow down, I didn't eat well when I saw dinner." Looking at Mo Shu's wolfing appearance, his parents said distressedly.

"The main thing is that the Swiss food is not appetizing, and the meals on the plane are too basic." The food is full of Mo Shu's words, and he can't find it.

"Switzerland... Switzerland..."The father wandered for some reason, silently muttering the word Switzerland.

"Dad, what's wrong with Switzerland? If you want to go, I'll take you to ski when this season is over. Mo Shu said.

"Cut~ I'm not going." Father disdainful.

"Huh? What's wrong with my dad? Hate that country? Mo Shu was surprised by this sudden disdain.

The mother hurriedly patted her wife and persuaded her: "You, you are old, and your temperament is so big, okay?" ”

He turned his head and said to Mo Shu: "Your dad has been reading your news on the Internet recently, but one day he saw a website reporting that many people in Switzerland were calculated by those foreigners, and he was so angry that he didn't sleep well for several weeks, let alone travel there." ”

When Mo Shu heard this, he hurriedly explained: "Dad, don't care about those comments and news on the Internet, many people just scold people without brains, and the Internet calls them 'trolls', this Internet is a virtual society, because everyone can't see each other, and they can make their own remarks at will, so these people dare to be so rampant, you try to let them scold someone in front of them in reality, and it is estimated that they don't even dare to withdraw with their crotch in their mouths." ”

"Mm-hmm, I've heard of that too." Although the father nodded in agreement, his face still did not seem very happy.

"So, why do you keep fighting trolls? Just take pity on them and let the trolls find a place to vent themselves. Mo Shu continued to persuade his father.

"You don't know your father yet, he is a beloved son, and he can't see anyone maliciously evaluate you." The mother gently touched the father's shoulder, coaxing the head of the family who was "older and more naïve".

"Hehe, that's good, your second elder can rest assured, my son and I have the championship in hand, no matter how others evaluate it, they are pale and powerless." Mo Shu comforted his parents.

"Well, then rest early after eating, and don't get up too early tomorrow if you're not busy." Father said coldly.

Unexpectedly, his father's emotions were quite difficult to calm down for a while, Mo Shu smiled secretly in his heart.

Absolute biological son, only allow yourself to criticize, not allow others to slander, father's love is so domineering!

Mo Shu put the tableware he had eaten into the sink, and pushed away his mother, who was competing with him to wash the dishes, until he saw the second elder go back to the bedroom to sleep, Mo Shu relieved himself to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and simply sorted out his luggage, tiredly climbed into his long-lost single bed, almost as soon as his head was next to the pillow, he immediately fell asleep.

The next day, Mo Shu really returned to his original self, still lying in bed after three poles a day.

His mother knocked on the door of his room, leaned in and said, "Didn't you say that you were going to visit your Uncle Zhang today?" Hurry up and get this done. ”

Zhang Aimin's name is still very effective, and Mo Shu immediately became energetic.

Yes, you must hurry up, you can talk a little more if you meet early, Zhang Aimin must have a stomach of words waiting to talk to him.

In addition, you have to go to the supermarket to buy some fruits to eat and drink, you can't go empty-handed, Zhang Aimin is also his elder in terms of age.

At the same time, in a big house on the outskirts of Nanshan, Zhang Aimin, who had a good complexion, was happily answering his daughter's call back from abroad, and saw the word Mo Shu suddenly popping up on the mobile phone, and hurriedly said goodbye to his daughter.

"Hey, Mo Shu, are you back home? Great, okay I'll wait for you, well, I'm at home! Zhang Aimin hung up the phone, called the maid at home with a happy eyebrow, and ordered him to prepare to welcome the distinguished guests neatly.

Mo Shu hung up the phone and just walked out of the house with one leg of the car key, but his father called him back.

"Don't drive today, I'll give you a ride." The son is getting more and more mature and busy, and the time for his father to see him is very reduced, and it is estimated that this time he wants to seize the opportunity to talk to Mo Shu more.

"Well, I haven't been in your car in a long time." Mo Shu responded happily.

Along the way, my father controlled the speed of the car very well, not fast, not slow, not slow, not slow, which made people feel very comfortable.

Since Mo Shu started to participate in the competition, he has been very accustomed to the intense driving experience of you competing with me, and this sudden slowing down of the car has made him feel a sense of comfort in his heart.

After shopping in the supermarket to buy gifts, the father and son went straight to Zhang Aimin's villa, and Mo Shu was in a good mood sitting in the car.

It's been a long time since he's spent alone with his father, and it's like he's back to his childhood.

However, happy times always make people feel fleeting, and Zhang Aimin's house has arrived.

Before Mo Shu even had time to get out of the car, Zhang Aimin had already gone out to greet him with the support of the servant.

Mo Shu greeted warmly while introducing his father to Zhang Aimin.

Who knew that Zhang Aimin looked carefully for a long time as if he knew his father, blinked his eyes and said, "Brother, have we met somewhere?" ”

Mo Shu's father smiled calmly and replied: "Haha brother, you are a big boss, how can you deal with me, an ordinary person, but my son is very lucky, he accidentally became a year-old friend with you, please take more care of him in the future, young man..."

Zhang Aimin still looked a little skeptical, how could he be so familiar, but he heard Mo Shu's father say again: "I took the first step and made an appointment with a friend, brother, let's drink together next time." ”

With that, Mo Shu's father started the car and walked away leisurely.

Zhang Aimin was still stunned, and a name was on his lips, as if he could say it when he opened his mouth, but... It's just a little bit.