Yucheng no longer complained or thought about it, but tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. When he saw himself following Yucheng in the side-view mirror, he immediately stopped. Silent, and then stared at the other self wordlessly for about ten seconds, sixteen seconds, and a minute, until the phone rang suddenly.
"Hey! It's me, daddy."
Yucheng tightened his expression and clicked on his father's profile picture.
"Son, are you still at work now?"
The father on the other side of the phone obviously paused, and then said cautiously with a smile.
"No, I'm already on my way home."
"Oh, it's quite early today."
In order to calm down, Dad took a deep breath and blew out a breath of thick, turbid air into Yucheng's earphones.
"Dad, you called suddenly. Did something happen at home?"
If his father's tone is still straight to the point and chattering like a textbook, then Yucheng can have a pleasant conversation with him. But now my father's humility is a bit torturous, as if he is ready to torture his soul at any time. Yucheng had to become nervous.
"Oh, look what you said, what else can we do? It's just to see how big Song is. No, it was my daughter-in-law who sent the money, and I want you to thank her for us. Also, are you okay? There are too many beatings every month. Your mother and I are quite happy, but as time goes by, I always feel bad."
"Why are you so polite to us if you are from your own family? If it weren't for the agreement before the marriage that Zhuxuan would be responsible for paying the money, I would have wanted to give you a little more. Oh, by the way, my mother, I haven't heard her voice for a long time. It's a bit... Miss her."
His father's voice was low and polite. This was the first time in Yucheng's life that he had such an exaggerated conversation with his father. He felt a little desolate in his heart, and even his voice suddenly became hoarse, just like the bird that had suddenly been pierced by a needle. The butterfly is obviously facing death, but it still wants to try its best to flap its wings a few times.
"Please wait!" Dad responded while pressing his hands firmly on each jack on the side of the phone. Perhaps because his fingers were so hard, all the nails turned white.
"Old lady, please just have a good word with our son. Look, it's not easy to get a phone call." Dad said with a wink.
"I'll forget it! Didn't you see that I'm making braised pork? The idle old guy has no sense at all!"
Mom rummaged loudly as she rummaged through the spice box, and in desperation began to throw away the soy sauce bottles and vinegar bottles in front of her. The tightly sealed soy sauce bottle hit Dad's feet heavily, and the spilled vinegar sprayed out. One place. Dad suddenly felt tired. He no longer smiled, but made a small puff sound from his mouth.
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm so excited to say nice things to you! Whose braised pork is made with your mouth!"
Dad gasped and glared at Mom. Mom immediately rushed to dad, raised her hands high, and looked like she was about to beat him up. At this time, there happened to be a few young people in the store who picked up their mobile phones and pretended to take pictures. Dad rolled his eyes and picked up the phone with a smile again. In fact, Yu Cheng could hear this series of actions clearly all the time. He just didn't speak. Instead, there was a long silence and intermittent sighs.
"That Yucheng, your mother is busy cooking for customers. Business is very prosperous today. In fact, you know that she is the kind of woman who cares more about her work than her children."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the restaurant looked in the direction of the boss and his wife. They saw a woman with hair like a lion's mane waving a rolling pin high, and the bloated and tall man with a completely shy neck. He leaned back, his whole back trembling every time his wife came closer. But there was always a humble fake smile on his lips.
"Okay, I understand dad, let's hang up the phone first."
"Okay, be careful on the road."
After hanging up the phone, my mother's huge palms had left countless white marks on my father's black jacket. My father quickly hugged the jacket with a grin on his face. When he glanced in the mirror, there was clearly a star shape on the back of his head. bald skin. Just when he was about to argue with his wife in an impressive manner, he heard a rustling sound. He looked down and saw that the soy sauce bottle was still rolling around on the ground, and another bottle of light yellow liquid was also rolling around. It started to tick down from the table.
For his son Yucheng, it was still a quiet night. Yucheng parked his car where he could see the blue-green sea. He drank a light yellow drink and looked at the moonlight. But all I can think about is what I have to do when I return to work.
