Jiang Jia's poor acting skills, exaggerated expressions, and even slapped herself in the face when she got emotional. The scene was both hilarious and embarrassing.
Mother Chen's old face turned red and she scolded angrily: "I can't stop your mouth with rice!"
Father Jiang took a sip of wine and said, "Mother doesn't think the son is ugly, and son doesn't think the family is poor."
Chen Jia couldn't help laughing and quickly changed the subject: "Why did you suddenly return to the palace this time? Did you go on patrol incognito or did you escape secretly?"
As soon as these words came out, the two parents immediately became vigilant.
Mother Chen asked solemnly: "Honestly, have you been returned?"
Father Jiang pushed up his glasses, pondered for a while, and picked up his phone to check something as if talking to himself: "That shouldn't be the case! I just didn't go to school for a day. Did I miss any information?"
Then he raised his head and asked Jiang Jia: "Didn't you perform well before? The coach especially praised you for your talent and your willingness to endure hardships, and you will definitely be successful in the future."
Mother Chen took the lead: "That's because he did something so outrageous that even his talent can't save him."
"What kind of child will you give birth to in October? What kind of unforgivable things can the child you teach yourself do? You don't know what to do? Are you doubting your genes or not having confidence in your own education? ?”
Jiang Jia rolled her eyes and gnawed on the big chicken leg, her mouth full as she asked.
Although my mother's words are unpleasant, the food is still very good.
Chen Jia was silent and looked at them uneasily, feeling a little guilty for Jiang Jia's new life.
"I would like to be confident, but do I dare to have it? As for you, none of the neighbors here have come to complain about your naughty things that deserve a beating! You either smashed people's windows or robbed their children. Latiao, throwing other people's puppies, shaving other people's cats, painting other people's walls..."
Jiang Jia was dissatisfied: "What happened so many years ago about Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet? Whose children didn't do this when they were young?"
Mother Chen's preconceptions were: "I've been out for so long and haven't achieved anything, how can I keep raising a loser! It's good to be with Chen Jia when I come back!"
The Chen family both hopes it is true and fears it is true.
After all, compared to his future, letting him stay at home and share the pain of his mother's war seemed a bit outweighed by the gain.
If true, this is so tragic. After finally reaching the top, but accidentally falling to the bottom, this is undoubtedly more heartbreaking than falling from the second grade to the top twenty.
If it is true, does this count as re-opening the scars that he had managed to hide away, causing him to experience frustration again, and making the wounds bloody and public execution?
She looked at Jiang Jia with sympathy and annoyance!
The guilt is so deep.
I feel very sorry for him.
He is so pitiful!
"To raise an army for thousands of miles, it takes only a short time to use it. Besides, one year old will be used as firewood, three or five years old will be used as tables and chairs, and it will take ten or a hundred years to become a pillar! Raise a solid foundation!"
"The upper class people become talented by themselves, the middle class people become talented by teaching them, and the lower class people can't become talented even if they are beaten."
Sure enough, mother and son are connected. Every time a good story falls in Jiang, Mrs. Chen here immediately picks up the conversation.
He was so outspoken that he choked back the words that Father Jiang and Chen Jia tried to lighten the mood.
Mother Chen was once an unrivaled debater in school. After so many years of co-authoring, she has not changed her original intention and used them as a training hand.
Jiang Jia was speechless and died, like an eggplant beaten by frost. She was hopeless and could not bear it anymore and said: "I just came back to attend a wedding, and I went home to take a look... You guys...?"
"I'm just saying, children can still distinguish right from wrong and do things in a measured way. All the blockbuster successes are just the accumulation of hard work that has been impressed for a long time. Don't be impatient!"
As the head of a school, my father always talks a lot. In front of my mother, I can only take advantage of the moment when she is stunned to say anything.
Finally the truth came out and Chen Jia kicked Jiang Jia under the table.
Wouldn't it be better to just get straight to the point? If the mountain road has eighteen turns like this, it is not good for people to have wild imaginations.
There is no way, once the image is formed, it becomes ingrained in the mind and it is difficult to change.
"Hmph! I hope so!" Mother Chen felt a little awkward and handed another chicken leg to Jiang Jia before leaving the table to pack her things and prepare to go on the night shift.
This is an apology to Jiang Jia, and Jiang Jia's way of forgiveness is to gobble it up until it's delicious.
"Dad, my mother would have been beheaded in ancient times for attacking soldiers."
Jiang Jia's chicken legs are delicious but it doesn't hinder his speech, just like he forgives his mother's behavior but it doesn't mean he can't complain about her actions.
"It somewhat weakens morale, but you must have the determination to go to the tiger mountain knowing that there are tigers in the mountains. You must have the perseverance to never give up until you reach your goal. We must use our strength to prove that our efforts are worth it, and use our achievements to change the situation." Be optimistic about your ideas. Young people must be able to withstand questioning..."
Father Jiang only had the opportunity to educate Jiang Jia at length when you were not present, Mother Chen. Such as standing on a high podium in school and speaking passionately and generously.
"Jiajia, go to and from school with your dad tomorrow!"
Mother Chen walked out resolutely and gave orders.
Chen Jia didn't want to: "But! If someone sees it, he will gossip."
"Is life more important or gossip?"
Mother Chen had no doubts, and Father Jiang had no objections.
She had no reason to argue.
"Didn't Chen Chen go with you today?"
When everyone thought she could go out safely, she said this again.
"They join forces to defeat the enemy!"
Jiang Jia is so talkative, follow your mother!
Chen Jia thought.
"Then you and Chen Chen go together!"
Chen Jia didn't say that the trouble was caused by him, just like he never mentioned the hidden danger left by Jiang Jia. I just want to say that my mother is really realistic and makes the best use of everything.
"Dad, why are you so submissive like a grandson in front of Ms. Chen?"
Jiang Jia did not continue the topic that her father had just talked about. She wanted to admit that he would not be able to finish the philosophy of life that he would talk about for three days and three nights.
Chen Jia chewed slowly and quietly, listening to the liveliness that had not happened in a long time like an outsider. She also sincerely admired Jiang Jia for being like an invincible Xiao Qiang, who actually dared to humiliate two adults in the palm of his hand at the same time.
This is the first meal that comes into the house!
"Pay attention to your wording. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. You should humbly accept other people's opinions and respect your elders. Your mother and I have always loved each other and lived in harmony..."
Chen Jia had a headache, so she ate in three mouthfuls and ran away from Confucius' teaching.
Confucius was two meters tall and was running around. During the war, he had 3,000 disciples. Is this really convincing people with his principles?
The head of a school with thousands of people is now arguing and bickering with his own son.
But compared with my mother, this should be considered a mutual exchange and discussion of life.
They went from chatting about men being superior to women, to the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, to good men not fighting women, to being connected by blood.
Chen Jia hid on the bed. He glanced at Chen Chen's house opposite, which had not been brightly lit for a long time, and pondered for a long time.
