Chapter 911 I talk about Policewoman Kang

My mother suddenly remembered something and asked me in surprise: What?

Did you come back alone?

I was stunned and said quickly: It's Ah, I came back alone

My mother suddenly lowered her voice and said: Cong'er, why didn't she come back with you?

She? Who are you talking about?

Who else can it be? It’s your female colleague Ah who came during the Spring Festival!

I suddenly shuddered and immediately understood who I was talking about. She was Kang Jinghua

On the eve of the Spring Festival, I was stabbed in the policewoman Kang. I was staying in the hospital for recuperation and couldn't come back to celebrate the Spring Festival.

On the day before the Spring Festival, Kang Jinghua returned to my hometown to visit my parents on my behalf

Now when my mother mentioned Kang Jinghua, I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry. I didn't know what to say

My mother said again: Cong'er, why don't you bring her back together?

I really don’t want to talk to Kang Jinghua anymore. I have to cry even more when talking, especially now that I am guarding my mother’s face, I have to cry even more. It’s really the child who sees her mother, and she can cry three times even if she has nothing to do.

I hurriedly replied: Mom, why did I bring her back? She is my female colleague

My mother immediately said: No, she is your girlfriend. When she came to our house, I could tell her words and deeds that only my girlfriend would do that.

I said impatiently: Mom, why are you so sure?

Just based on her attitude towards me and your father, and the bunch of things she bought for us, it means that she is your girlfriend, and only your girlfriend can do it.

I hurriedly interrupted me: Mom, don’t say it, okay?

My mother was shocked and asked: What's wrong? Have you separated from her?

My tears were almost falling out, so I hurriedly stood up and walked out

Come to the yard, put on the cottage, and quickly wipe off the tears that flowed out

I stayed in the cottage for more than ten minutes, and felt that there was no sign of crying, so I slowly walked out

When I came to the yard, my mother carried a vegetable basket and went to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden next to me, while my father caught a chicken

My father asked me while killing the chicken: Cong'er, why are you getting thinner and thinner?

Busy work

Public affairs are not their own, so why do you do it so practically?

Damn, Comrade Lu's awareness is so low that he has no edge. No wonder the son he gave birth to is so careless.

Although my father's words are very pleasing to me, I have to teach my father a political lesson: Dad, if it's my own family's affairs, I won't care about it. The more public the business, the more practical it is. This is called enlightenment

Who doesn’t know about enlightenment?

I remember that the brigade secretary and production team leader told us every day that we should be enlightened. At that time, every member was very enlightened, and those who were enlightened were almost starving to death. Humph, enlightenment is useless

I heard my father lower his head and nagging like this, and I laughed secretly. I am really a hero. If he has such an awareness, he can't blame me for being a son.

I no longer teach him politics classes, but stand in the yard and take a closer look at these old houses.

The more I look at it, the more I look like an old old house in old newspapers and photos. Thanks to the roof being tiled, if it is a straw shed, anyone who sees it will say it is an antique before liberation.

I couldn't help but ask: Dad, the neighbors have built new houses, why don't our house build?

The father was stunned and laughed: Your mother and I were the only son. You have gone to the city to work and will settle down in the city in the future. What's the use of building a new house?

How can it be useless? You and my mother live in Ah!

Your mother and I are so old, so what new house are we still living in?

Living in such a house is great

Dad, the older you are, the more you should pay attention to improving your quality of life?

What? Quality of life?

It's Ah, the more comfortable you live, the better. This is called quality of life

You're bourgeois thought

Impressed, Comrade Lu started to teach my son's political class

At this time, my mother walked out of the vegetable garden with a basket full of fresh vegetables and continued: Cong'er, don't talk about this to this old stubborn person. I discussed with him about building a new house before the Spring Festival, but he just refused to do so.

Dad, you should listen to my mother

Look at how beautiful the houses in your neighbors are, they are spacious, bright and more stylish.

What do you care about? Just live well and you can

Comrade Lao Lu has always been at ease with the situation and never competes with others, which also makes him seem to have no motivation.

My mother said: Isn’t living a life just for face?

Look at your father's old age, he is still the same

I also said: It's Ah, Dad, you can't let my mother suffer with you

Oh, little bastard, when did your mother suffer with me?

If you ask my mother to live with you in an old house like this, you will let my mother suffer with you.

Fart, little bastard, you dare to teach your father a lesson?

Who doesn’t know that your mother treats me every day? The girls in the village still envy your mother for enjoying her happiness.

When I heard this, I went to wash the vegetables with a sweet smile.