"Dang dang dang dang, Jojo is up! Dangdangdang, the sun farts - click! ”

Jolde struggled to get up and turned off the wake-up bell that his mother had specially recorded for him. He's twenty-one years old this year, what a shameful alarm! Look at the time, eight o'clock.

Jolde rubbed his face, trying to sober himself up.

Suddenly—"click"—the door opened. Jord's eyes followed that side, and his mother pounced like a bat, screaming incessantly.

Sonic attack by bats? It doesn't seem right, it shouldn't be like this, it's Mom's sonic attack.

In the midst of confusion and struggle, Jolde finally pushed his mother away, and then, as it were, was sued first.

"Jojo, the holidays shouldn't just be at home." She said in a seemingly serious tone. To be reasonable, her expression doesn't match her unreliable personality at all, so almost anyone can think of it, and she changed her face in the next second.

"Shengsheng is going out shopping with his mother today, do you want to go shopping with him."

"Huh?" Childe felt that he was still a little unconscious. Saint Celin, she is really good at pleasing the elders.

Mom poked him with her elbow, like a child going to the playground: "Don't you go, your dad has to follow me to carry the bag, don't you let others lose face?" Right here on South South Street, today is Happy Day. ”

"She won't feel shameless." Jord sighed, but he must be going, how could he let his mother snatch away the rare time to get together.

He got up as soon as he got up, and even under the watchful eye of his mother, he had already packed up - a quilt was folded, and a coat was put on.

"Go brush your teeth!" The old mother sat on the bed and patted Qiaoqiao's buttocks, and her face did not change when she received a not very friendly gaze, "Boys are like this, how good it would have been if they had a girl, how good it would have been!" ”

"You can discuss it with her, she will definitely agree to you if she is so good." Helde didn't want to quarrel with his mom about these things. Brushing your teeth is also very fast, and the rumbling is over.

Mom was no longer in the room at this time, and it always took more time for her to go out, but when she came in, Jolde saw that she had already put on her makeup—heavy makeup, purple blush almost hit half of her face, and flaming red lips were indispensable.

Daddy used to say how beautiful his mother was when she was young, and Joeld always felt that he couldn't imagine how this blessed woman overlapped with words like fairy in his father's mouth after drinking.

He sometimes thinks that it must be his father's flattery, and this wife has carved a flattering message deeply in his mind - drunk and praising his wife, how worthy of showing off? Anyway, my mother didn't like to take pictures before, and there is no evidence, so it's okay to say anything.

But Daddy usually speaks very little, and even rarely sees a full face of him, either behind a newspaper or hidden in the rearview mirror of a car, and always rarely, he looks at him.

Dad and Mom are simply a model of stillness and movement in the house, one can squat in the study all day and not know what is looking, and the other can fly around in the living room. Childe was still at the door of the bedroom, and before she could go downstairs, she saw a bat flying in the house—I don't know where she got this square dress, which looked like a big cloth bag with three cuts.

Mom couldn't be quiet, and when Joeld was still standing on the second floor in a daze, she stuffed a cake in her hand. is such a person, and one of her hobbies is watching theater, and Jolde thinks she should be the smell of the picture.

Full of meat and full of sauce, mother's special model. Because he was not at home a few years ago, Jolde couldn't get used to it when he picked up the familiar smell again.

The doorbell rang, interrupting Mom's rush to the door with words, and Joeld trotted down from the second floor. When I ran, I tidied up my clothes, and just now a small side of my clothes stuck in my pants, and now it's okay.

The collar was not turned up either, and everything looked fine. Placing the cake on the shoe cabinet, Jolde cleared his throat and opened the door.

"Good morning!" The woolen jacket and pants that St. Cillin wore today looked very young - she wasn't old in the first place, haha. There is a feeling that youth is flying in the sky. Jolde loved her long, fluffy curls, her upturned eyes, and the smell of happiness that permeated her body...... She seems to be the best at everything.

"Morning—" Before Childe could finish his sentence, his mother had already crossed him and offered him a hug.

He guessed he rolled his eyes, though he had been trying to be patient. Listening to the cheerful exchange of his mother on the side, Jord took his cake away, anyway, after a while-

"Oh, don't stand stupidly at the door, it's cold outside, come in and sit!"

When Helde turned around, he found his dad sitting on the couch, which was in the corner of the hallway on his second floor. A newspaper obscured half of his face, and a leather case sat next to it.

Dad has to bring that box with him every time he goes out, and it's not good to say that he is in love. He has very few things, and there are piles of strange things that his mother bought from all over the house, and he probably only has one box for his company.

Usually it's okay to see too much, but every time it's time to clean up, he moves things out of the way and cleans the corner, and Jolde feels that he has built a museum of young girls in his home.