The family of 4 was finally reunited, and the moment they saw their son, Li Sihua, who claimed to be a strong woman, burst into tears, and although Zhang Guangyao was forced to calm down, the gradually reddened eye circles still exposed the irrepressible thoughts in his heart.

"I'm tall and strong, my mother doesn't know how many times she wants to go to Jingnan to see you, but your grandfather, your grandfather, alas..."

Don't look at the prosperity of interstellar society and think that traditional things will be abandoned.

In fact, the development of civilization must be supported by a profound cultural heritage, so that the belief in people's hearts will not collapse, so the more developed the civilized society, the more important it is to traditional culture.

And since Li Sihua, who is a professional elite woman, does not dare to privately criticize her father-in-law's various impersonal practices in front of her son, Zhang Guangyao, as a son, is naturally even more inconvenient to complain about his father, so he can only sigh and say: "Don't say it, don't say it in front of your son."

Alas, in short, I am sorry for you mother and son.

Sometimes, I really want to resign and go back to Jingnan to inherit the family temple and change the ninth year, but we have already taken root in Jiaoao, and we can't let you and Muzi go back to their hometowns with us..."

"Okay, Dad, what you said to my mother makes me feel like I'm sad in Jingnan. Zhang Chujiu interjected with a smile: "How many times have I said it, in fact, I have a good life by my grandfather's side."

Nowadays, the pressure on children in big cities is so great, and they have enrolled in many extracurricular classes since elementary school, and they have learned and learned, isn't it just to have a good career and a good future when they grow up?

As for me, just because my grandfather is a Taoist priest officially awarded by the Religious Administration, the family temple left behind is small, but it is also a 'descendant temple' registered in the national canon, and I don't need to have a college diploma, and I will chant "Praise of the Rhymes Before the Scriptures", "Eight Great Divine Mantras", "Taishang Laojun Says Changqing Jingjing" These Xuanmen Day recitation of the morning altar homework scriptures;

"Taishang Cave Xuanling Bao Tianzun Says the Wonderful Sutra of Saving Suffering and Pulling Out Sins", "Yuan Shi Tianzun Says that He is Born to Heaven and Gets the True Sutra", "Taishang Daojun Says the Wonderful Sutra of Solving Grievances and Pulling Out Sins" Several volumes of Xuanmen Daily Recitation of the Evening Altar Homework Sutra can directly obtain the Taoist priest book.

What a bargain this takes, and what's not to be satisfied with. ”

Li Sihua burst into tears when he heard this: "That being said, although the social status and income of professional religious people are generally very high, Taoist priests are different from Taoist priests.

Even if you become a Taoist priest awarded by the state, you can preside over a small temple of a light commander in a small county town, and how good your future can you be.

Mom is not willing to let you recite scriptures to others for the rest of your life to calm the soul and send corpses to eat!

No, no, when you go to high school, your father and I will discuss with your grandfather anyway and pick you up in Jiaoao.

The ancestral business of the family can wait for you to have a colorful life in the future, and it is not too late to inherit it, anyway, the 'descendant temple' will not run there.

In any case, I can't let my son live in a small county town for the rest of his life, without opening his eyes or seeing any beautiful experiences, and just living his life plainly. ”

Zhang Chujiu shook his head with a smile and said, "Mom, don't worry, grandpa is not the kind of old antique you think, and he won't let me live in Jingnan for the rest of my life." ”

Li Sihua wiped her tears and said in disbelief: "You will say such things, and my mother's heart will be relieved."

Alas, forget it, the time has not yet come, and it is in vain to say, when you go to high school, your father and I must take you to Jiaoao, go to the best private high school, and then get into a good university. ”

Seeing his mother's insistence, Zhang Chujiu smiled, didn't say much, turned his head to look at his father, and staggered the topic: "Dad, what kind of drinking party did your university hold today?"

Wouldn't it be that a large number of entrepreneurs have been summoned to let you professors brag and solicit scientific research donations? ”

"What nonsense, what kind of bragging," Zhang Guangyao forgot his sadness for a while when he heard this, and corrected his son: "That's how convenient it will be for us, the knowledgeable professors, to introduce the development of future science and technology to those entrepreneurs with poor ideas."

Let them save the money they spend and donate to us to buy scientific research equipment, contribute to the progress of mankind, and leave a name in history.

It's a win-win, you know, a win-win. ”

"Well, it's a win-win. Zhang Chujiu pouted and said, "Then did you go with your mother today for a 'win-win' situation?"

"It's not. Zhang Guangyao shook his head and said: "It's the University of Los Angeles, which has a cooperation project with our university, which happens to involve the field of marine biological engineering.

The school chose me to be the Chinese leader of the project, so I had to take your mother to the welcome reception for my foreign counterparts.

Those Mi Guokees are just doing this, and they have to have a drinking party before they do anything to show formality. ”

Zhang Chujiu asked casually when he heard this: "Yo, I am the person in charge of the project, this is reused, Dad, congratulations, congratulations, what kind of project is it?"

"You don't know much about the research of marine mutant organisms in the 'Crusue' mythological system. Zhang Guangyao also replied casually.

Hearing the name 'Cruzou', Zhang Chujiu suddenly felt that his eyes were dark for some reason, and there seemed to be a murmur in his ears in a trance, but he couldn't hear what the specific sound was.

Seeing that his son suddenly froze, his head turned sideways inexplicably, and he made a gesture of listening attentively, Li Sihua asked strangely, "Why son?"

Zhang Chujiu came back to his senses suddenly, blinked his eyes, and found that there was no sound in his ears when he heard it, everything just now seemed to be an illusion, in order to avoid his mother's worry, he smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing, it's just that I've been in the car for nearly 10 hours, and I'm a little tired." ”

"If you're tired, take a break, and tomorrow afternoon, your mother will cook your favorite seafood hot pot for you," Li Sihua said hurriedly.

Zhang Chujiu nodded with a smile, and was about to continue to ask his father about the 'Crusu' mythological system, when he heard his sister say with a dry smile: "Then I won't go to cram school tomorrow, and I will go home to eat with my brother." ”

This is obviously a good word about the closeness of the brother and sister, but Li Sihua's face sank when he heard it, "If you really go home to accompany your brother to dinner, your mother can help you ask the teacher in the cram school for a day off."

But I'm afraid that it is fake for you to take leave to go home to eat with your brother, and it is true to go to the concert of 'idol'.

Your mother is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, and she knows a lot about the dynamics of Hallyu stars.

Can you promise to have dinner with your family tomorrow and not go to the Sun Boy concert?"