Dutiful people educate their children, there are not so many bells and whistles, just a few words that usually hang on their mouths.
"Be a man and don't forget your roots!"
"You can have today thanks to the help of others!"
"You need to move around frequently between relatives. If you don't move around, you will be unfamiliar."
"Although you are capable now, you must also be humble. Don't always give people the impression that you are glaring at others with your nostrils."
When his parents said these words to Yang Tao, Yang Tao's answer was, "I'm short, so when I look up, why does he become a person with nostrils?"
If the prerequisite for such an answer is that Yang Tao is still repairing the car at the repair shop, there will be no problem.
But now Yang Tao's identity has changed, and his role has naturally changed, which has also led to subtle changes in the mentality of his parents. They have become extremely sensitive to Yang Tao's answer. They always feel that their son is rich now and speaks more than before. It seemed confident, but it hurt the fragile self-esteem of parents.
Honest people, when facing outsiders, they always put a polite smile on their faces, but they have strict requirements on their relatives, and they always look at their families from the commanding heights of morality.
Didn't Yang Tao not listen to what his parents said?
Well, my parents didn't listen to what Yang Tao said.
So it became, obviously Yang Tao was promising, and obviously his parents were proud of him in their hearts, but the three of them got together, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.
Yang Tao didn't want to talk to him, so he kept flipping through the TV channels with the remote control panel, and finally had to vent his anger on the TV channels.
"Why can't I receive Satellite TV's Chinese channel?"
"Why?"
Yang Tao didn't seem to be asking others, but rather he was asking himself or the TV.
Yang Wenguang felt that his son was as if he had eaten gunpowder, which made him very upset, so he opened his mouth and said, "It can't receive the Chinese channel of Satellite TV, why don't you take it out and throw it away!"
? Yang Tao was choked for a while, his belly was heaving and unsteady, and the waistband of his trousers was a little stretched.
I will endure! I want my father to be kind and my son to be filial, and I don't want to be as knowledgeable as them.
So Yang Tao went forward and opened the box under the TV, and came up with a fully automatic search, found all the channels, and said to himself, "I told you a long time ago, it's okay Don¡¯t press it, don¡¯t tune it, you don¡¯t know how to do it, a good TV is turned on in a mess.¡±
It has always been the case that only Lao Tzu teaches his son, and there is no reason for sons to teach Lao Tzu.
After finally going home, Yang Wenguang was annoyed when he walked in the door, and Yang Wenguang was annoyed, and he wanted to reply when he opened his mouth.
The original words should be, "When you sent this TV to Yuan Mei's house, they didn't even hear a word from you when their house was messed up!"
But Yang Wenguang also knew that his son suffered a setback in the last relationship, and he was already very uncomfortable in his heart. If he said this, it would not only hurt Yang Tao's heart, but also the relationship between father and son.
However, this part of Lao Tzu's training of his son is indispensable, so he changed his words and said, "I don't understand anything, so why have you raised your stupid son so much."
Yang Tao blushed, he was already in his twenties, why was he still a son of a bitch in his father's mouth? Isn't there a little change?
Yang Tao sat on the sofa depressed, blushing with anger, and lit a cigarette.
Gao Lan entered the room at this time, originally thinking that she would help her son to say a few words, but unexpectedly Gao Lan opened her mouth and said.
"If you don't come back for 10 days and half a month, your dad will be so angry when you come back!"
Um? Mom, did you make a mistake? Is he mad at me or am I mad at him?
Yang Tao suddenly found that no matter what she did in this family, it felt wrong.
Gao Lan opened the cabinet, picked up the eggs placed on the sawn wood surface one by one into the basket, sprinkled the giant wood surface and then spread another layer of eggs, and counted about 30 eggs in the box. There were a few less, so I picked up ten more
From time to time, I would say something in my mouth, "You are a grown-up person, and you are not sensible at all. There are so many holidays during the Chinese New Year, and other people's children are at home to reunite with their parents. You don't even go home by yourself. "
"When relatives and friends came to visit, I wanted to see you. When I heard that you were not at home during the Chinese New Year, I couldn't believe that there is any job that can be so busy that I can't even leave the house during the Chinese New Year!"
Yang Tao's heart was already irritable enough, the corner in the middle of the room was full ofBig and small bags, these should be gifts from the so-called relatives and friends when they come to visit. Yang Tao still endured and remained silent.
Gao Lan said again, "Tell me when you will be sensible?".
Yang Tao couldn't bear it any longer, "Think about what relatives and friends came to visit in the year before the Spring Festival last year and the year before the Spring Festival?"
"Why did so many relatives and friends come to visit this year!"
"You kiss them, they come to visit you, this is a matter of course, what are you doing?"
"Do you want to give me lucky money?"
Today, Yang Tao's mouth seemed to be opened up, which immediately made his parents speechless, because Yang Tao made every sentence reasonable.
Parents are like this. When educating their children, they always start from the world and the truth.
So what should we do when the sophistication of the world doesn't make sense?
Nonsense!
Gao Lan waved her hand impatiently, "Yes, yes, it's all yours. We are getting old, you look down on us, and you don't like to listen to what we say, so what are you doing when you come back?"
Yang Tao's mouth trembled, I don't want to come back, I really don't want to come back at all, once I come back, I will be full of fire.
Yang Wenguang frowned with a cigarette in his mouth. Others teach their sons and he also teaches their sons. Others' sons obey their parents. Why did he raise such a thing?
To have such an idea, does it mean that you want to become angry from embarrassment?
In fact, Yang Tao also regretted it very much, and I don¡¯t know why the atmosphere became like this when he came back. If nothing happened next, Yang Tao felt that he left the door and left, and he might quarrel when he came back in 10 days and a half. But at least it won't be embarrassing to stay in this room.
But the problem is that Zhou Liang'an said that Yang Tao still wants to listen to Zhou Liang'an's words when he invites her parents to meet for dinner tonight.
So after taking a few puffs of cigarettes, Yang Tao called Changming Road, arranged for a car to come over, and said to his parents, "Change your clothes"
Yang Wenguang said, "If I want to change, I can change it, and if I don't want to change it, I don't change it. You even have to worry about what clothes you wear?"
Yang Tao has a good face, and always feels that going to visit is a more important thing, and he should change into a clean one, at least he should look decent.
It's not that the family has no money now, not to mention that Yang Tao bought new clothes for his parents before the Spring Festival. If he doesn't wear them this year, will he wear them again when winter comes at the end of the year?
"Didn't I buy you new clothes? Why don't you wear them? If you said you wouldn't wear them, what else would I buy?"
Yang Wenguang became angry when he heard this on the spot, "Can you shut up your criticism?"
Yang Tao's face was red and hot, and his complexion was not normal. He couldn't take it anymore, so he left the door, and of course he had to say, "Would you like to wear it or not!" (Remember this site's website: www. hlnovel.com