I found that there seemed to be gossip that I didn't know about, and it seemed to be a very good reason to change the topic.

So, Zhang Jin made a look of scratching his heart and liver, and couldn't wait to know, and hurriedly asked: "Dad, tell me, what's going on?" Did mom catch the pigtails again? ”

Seeing his son ask, his father didn't hide it, and said it in a very aggrieved tone.

It turned out that in August, my parents and a few familiar neighbors, old men and old women, went to Xinjiang to play.

When a group of people were waiting to play in Hotan, my father was fooled by a jade vendor and spent 8,000 yuan to 'take a big advantage' and buy a piece of 'mutton fat white jade' worth 10,000 gold.

As a result, I later let the connoisseur take a look and found out. It is true that this stone is white jade, but it is still at least 108,000 miles away from the best of the legendary white jade, mutton fat white jade, in terms of quality! Such a stone, in many jade shops, a dozen yuan a piece, pick at will.

went back to find the kind-hearted man who 'sold mutton fat and white jade', and naturally that person was already flying and disappeared.

When my mother saw that my father had spent 8,000 yuan, she didn't even hear a sound, so she was naturally unhappy. From that time until now, months later, my mother still often mentions this matter. It's no wonder that even with my father's temper, which is always like Maitreya Buddha, it is inevitable that he will be a little angry.

"You said your mother, isn't it just a few thousand dollars? And let her talk about it for so long? ”

"Are you still reasonable? Why can't you do 8,000 yuan......"

Mom's anger is more than that of Dad, and her voice is several times more intense than Dad.

Although Zhang Jin wanted to divert firepower, he didn't want to cause internal disputes, so he had to jump out. Be a peacemaker, "Mom, don't do this. Isn't it just a few thousand dollars? As long as Dad is happy, the money is worth it. Don't forget it. That's good, the invoice for buying stones is still not there? Give it to me, I'll reimburse you! ”

"Cut, it's not that my parents don't have money, so they can still want you?" Seeing his son's filial piety. Mom smiled, and her anger dissipated.

Seeing my mother smiling, the civil war was nipped in the bud by herself. Zhang Jin reconsidered his situation.

In the end, in order to avoid the topic of the 'next generation' that he had a headache again, Zhang Jin hurriedly took advantage of the fact that his mother had not yet turned around. Grabbed the tail of the previous conversation, "Dad, show your son that stone worth 8,000 yuan!" ”

Although the actual value of the stone is only a dozen yuan, after all, my father bought it at a great price, so it is naturally impossible to throw it away. Therefore, the fist-sized white jade stone soon appeared in Zhang Jin's hand.

The stone is unremarkable, although the moist wax on the surface indicates its jade identity. However, with the impermeable turbidity in it like cotton wool, it also shows that it is indeed only a piece of extremely low grade. It's just a stone that can barely match the word jade a little.

After casually playing with the round surface stone in his hand twice, and after scanning the uneven cotton white wool in the stone back and forth, Zhang Jin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Dad, give me this stone! I want to carve something out of it and play with it. ”

Parents like Zhang Jinjia will never be stingy with their children, and will even hesitate to bleed and squeeze the marrow for the sake of their children, not to mention that it is just a worthless thing outside the body?

So, for Zhang Jin's begging. Zhang Jin's father agreed without hesitation.

"It's just a stone, take it if you want it! But this carved object? Will you? ”

Zhang Jin's father has great doubts about his son's artistic level. In his impression, such an elegant thing as art has nothing to do with his son!

When the chorus was in elementary school, my son was kicked out of the chorus because of his incomplete pentatonic sound. The nose that made this little guy who felt disgraced cry for a few days;

When I was in elementary school art class, I used to draw zebras as black and white striped dinosaurs;

Secondary school......

The list goes on and on.

Of course. Zhang Jin's middle school art teacher also praised his son's art skills.

Well...... Just take it as a compliment......

That's what the teacher surnamed Liu said.

In fact, Zhang Jin's works need an eye that is good at discovering beauty to appreciate. For those who don't understand art at all, his paintings are simply a treasure on the same level as Picasso's abstract paintings! "..., to sum up, so it is no wonder that Zhang Jin's father would ask 'will you' when he heard his son's request to 'carve objects'?" This rhetorical question has a strong negative flavor.

"Will it? Dad, you should remove the word '?'. Didn't you see the pumpkin cup I carved earlier? Know no. I carved that? Hand-carved? Do you want to say it's ugly? ”

After Zhang Jin asked dissatisfiedly, before his father, who spoiled his son, could open his mouth, he rolled his eyes and put on a righteous and indignant look again, "I don't believe it, right?" Then I'll show you! ”

After speaking, holding the stone that my father bought for 8,000 yuan, he jumped into his bedroom all the way. Before closing the door, I didn't forget to turn around and say, "I want to sort out my thoughts and don't bother me." ”

With that, he slammed the door shut. Then there was another 'click' and the lock fell.

After the door was closed and locked, Zhang Jin's previous vivid anger instantly dissipated, leaving only a face full of excitement.

"Oh yes, Mom's claws have escaped, and it has succeeded for the time being!"

This guy's ultimate goal is to avoid his mother's 'next generation' issue. As for Ye Hong, who stayed outside to face her mother alone......

Zhang Jin could only express his solidarity, but he couldn't help. Anyway, this witch has a lot of coaxing her mother, estimated, probably, maybe, she can settle it......

…………

In the living room, it wasn't until Zhang Jin got into the bedroom and locked the door for a while that Zhang Jin's mother reacted and said angrily: "Let this kid escape again!" No, I have to talk to him about having a child today! With that, he got up and knocked on Zhang Jin's bedroom door.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

It's a pity that Zhang Jin seems to be asleep, and there is no response.

"Knock knock...... Stinky boy come out for me, Mom's words haven't been finished yet! ”

"Knock knock...... If you hear it, open the door quickly! ”

It wasn't until Zhang Jin's mother knocked on it again ten or twenty times that there was finally a little reaction in the bedroom.

A piece of A4 printer paper came out of the crack in the door, and my mother reached out and copied it in her hand to look at it, and she was happy.

"Do not disturb while you are making art!"

"Alright, don't be embarrassed for the child!" Dad came over and grabbed the mother who wanted to continue to be unrelenting, and comforted: "The children are almost thirty, and they know what they do." As parents, don't interfere. Anyway, the two of us are still healthy, even if they want the child to be a few years late, it doesn't matter......"

It is often said that 'strict father and mother', but Zhang Jin's family is different. The representative of the power in the family is the mother, but the father who is slow and has a good temper is really a loving father.

When I was a child, when Zhang Jin's sister and brother were in trouble, they always liked to take their father's route and save the country. That's why.

…………

On the day of Zhang Jin's father's birthday, Zhang Jin finally escaped from his life with the support of his father and Ye Hong's blockage.

The next morning, Zhang Jin got up at about four o'clock. Winter is short, and it's still dark outside the window.

Kissed Ye Hong, who was tossed by himself for half a night last night, and is still asleep sweetly.

Zhang Jin gently untied the limbs of this plump woman who were wrapped around his body like an octopus, and forcibly suppressed the ** who was a little impatient because of being bumped, and climbed out of bed with difficulty.

Put the sea cucumber porridge on the stove, simmer it, and tiptoe open the door and get out.

Compared with his own small seaside building, the morning air in Beijing is really not very good, take a deep breath of the morning cold air below zero, although it has not reached the level of choking, but it has no refreshing effect. On the contrary, it was like wearing seven or eight layers of masks and panting, and there was a feeling of breathlessness.

In the garden lights of the small square between the buildings in the community, Zhang Jin first opened his body with a set of five bird plays, and then practiced the eighteen methods, the eighteen methods, and the eight sections of brocade...... It flowed out of Zhang Jin's hands like a flowing cloud.

At that time, at more than five o'clock, when the sky was dusk and bright, Zhang Jin had already sat on the garden bench as he did last time when he went home, waiting for his mother to come out and perform Tai Chi ball and old man gymnastics with her old sisters.

Unlike last time, this time Zhang Jin had an extra white stone with a large and round palm in one hand, and a three-inch long and short single-edged knife in the other hand.

Soon, people in various buildings and corridors walked out of the morning exercise one after another. Although these morning exercisers, young and old, perform different exercises, but today there is one movement that everyone does.

That is from time to time peeking at Zhang Jin sitting on the garden chair.

Zhang Jin didn't know that it was really eye-catching to sit here like this.

In the winter, it was several degrees below zero in the morning, but Zhang Jin sat outside to blow the wind. This is already very unusual and neurotic.

What makes people pay more attention is that such a 'wind and snow' neuropathy is still chattering with something there. Wearing no gloves and thin ......

"Doesn't this neurotic feel cold?" This is a question mark floating in the minds of many people.

Finally, an enthusiastic old man stepped forward, wanting humanistic care, and admonished this young man who caught a cold easily.

But when the enthusiastic old man approached, his pace became slower and slower, until he was still a meter away from Zhang Jin, he stopped and began to stop and watch with bated breath.

The knife in Zhang Jin's hand wandered on the fist-sized white jade, and with the marks of the blade, the white stone powder fell.

The gentle but powerful finger movements, the agile blade movement that seems to be in harmony with the ethereal heavenly way, the ethereal temperament on Zhang Jin's face, and Zhang Jin's focused expression...... All of this blends together perfectly, creating an extremely powerful rendering force. Aesthetic and harmonious are unbearable. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )