Chen Xing went back home first to put away his things, but there was no one at home.

I don’t know what kind of job my father works, but my mother must be in the store.

Taking the gift for his mother, Chen Xing went downstairs to the mahjong parlor, opened the door curtain and went in. The familiar smell of cigarette smoke, air conditioning seasoning, and the constant wear and tear of all kinds of things instantly poured into Chen Xing's nose.

.

The air is so bad!

"Mom!" Chen Xing shouted.

This sound attracted everyone in the store.

Chen Jiannan’s son is back?

They were just here yesterday listening to Chen's mother read the article written by Chen Xing. It was so well written. Just by listening to the words, they could feel how beautiful the scenery of that place was and how simple the folk customs were.

It’s only been a day, even people with Alzheimer’s disease should still have memories.

Mother Chen was even more surprised.

She didn't even hear Chen Xing say when he would come back.

"Smash it!

Chen Xing walked up and put the gift for his mother in front of her, then looked around the store strangely and said, "What's wrong?"

Did you silence them all?

Why did he stop talking and stop playing mahjong when he saw me coming in? What's going on?

"Xiao Xing, why didn't you tell us that you were going to be a family?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Chen Xing snorted and said, "What kind of writer? There isn't one."

"You still want to hide it from us. Yesterday, someone else sent the book here. The writing is so good. If it were close, I would want to take a look."

Chen Xing immediately thought that the magazine had sent a sample issue.

This is the only possibility. After he got the gift of writing, he wrote an article in China National Geographic. As for the travel notes just uploaded on the Internet, it is impossible for these uncles and aunts to see them.

"Mom, did someone send me a sample magazine?"

"Yes, you kid, you didn't even tell us."

Chen Xing was finally convinced and explained: "I'm not a writer, I'm just a photographer, and I write travel notes..."

"Why not? I've already submitted a letter!"

The uncles and aunties who were watching were all chattering away, and Chen Xing was shocked. If Chen Xing had admitted it elsewhere, he would have admitted it, and he could even brag about it with his friends, make a joke or something like that.

But not here.

Grandpas and aunts will make all kinds of corny jokes and inappropriate compliments to make you die of shame.

In the end, it was my mother who came to the rescue for Chen Xing.

Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind never to come here again, or could he ask his parents to change their profession?

He thinks it would be great to open a canteen.

The door is open, the air is good, and the light is good. Apart from not making any money, it is better than the chess and card room.

He also sat at the counter and gave his mother a gift bag.

"A gift for you."

"You even know how to bring me a gift. My good son is not in vain."

Inside the white gift bag is a black box with not many signs on it, only the text "givenchy". After unpacking, there is a hand-knitted scarf that is mostly beige.

"It's a scarf."

"Well, winter is here, why don't you try to feel comfortable around me?"

Mother Chen touched the material of the scarf and said: "This wool feels so comfortable. When will you buy some of this wool? I will make it for you myself. It will definitely be cheaper than buying finished products. How much did you buy this wool?"

?"

"About five hundred." Chen Xing said.

"Oh, that's okay."

Mother Chen gathered around her happily.

Compared with the bitter and bitter families in other novels, Chen Xing's mother has never suffered much. She is very young in age and mentality, so she can accept more fashionable accessories.

But the clothes are a bit old-fashioned and not suitable.

I will take my mother to the supermarket tomorrow, Chen Xing thought.

He just made a small fortune, and being rich means being arrogant.

After playing for a while, Chen Xing was ready to go home. He still didn't feel comfortable staying here, so he stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first?"

"Let's go, let's go."

As soon as he stood up, an aunt in the store suddenly remembered something.

"Chen Xing, your brother Yang Ping will be on winter vacation from Southwest University of Science and Technology in two weeks. Then you can play together. He also writes often, so you should have a common language."

Now that we are adults, what else can we play together?

It’s not like Chen Xing didn’t know that Yang Ping was a nerd and couldn’t play with him.

But when she mentioned the university, Chen Xing remembered another thing.

Next year I will go to Paris to study at university.

But don’t talk about it here. Let’s wait until your parents get home tonight.

As soon as Chen Xing came out of the mahjong parlor, he met two classmates whose names he couldn't remember. The two subconsciously shouted: "Hello, brother Xing!"

"Well, hello."

The end of the year is coming soon, and many people working outside have rushed back to the New Territories at this time. Only some college students have not returned yet. College students will have to wait until around the 10th of next month to have their holidays.

7pm.

The food tonight is very rich. There are a few cold dishes that Chen Xing bought on the road, and six hot dishes, three meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes and one soup. However, they were all cooked by Chen Xing's mother after she got home. Chen Xing is not that good.

Craftsmanship.

In fact, as long as he knows how to cook, he can cook quite well, but he knows very little.

"I have something to tell you."

"What's going on?" Father Chen asked.

"As long as you want to do it, just do it. You don't need to ask for our permission. If you need money..." Chen Ma thought about it seriously and said, "Within 100,000 yuan at most. Okay, you decide."

"..."

"No, no, I don't want to start a business, it's just about going to school."

"Reading?"

"Are you going to drop out of school?"

Before Chen Xing was still in the New Territories and had not gone to France or even to Tibet, Chen Xing had discussed studying with them at home. At that time, Chen Xing's father called the school and confirmed that if Chen Xing really didn't want to

If you want to go, then you don’t have to go.

This matter is settled.

To be honest, if Chen Xing hadn't insisted on continuing to study, Chen's parents would have wanted to find him a restaurant to serve as an apprentice.

It’s not for studying anyway. If you learn a craft early, at least you won’t be hungry in the future.

"It's not about dropping out, it's about transferring. I was admitted to an art school in Paris and I need to transfer from Sweet City."

"Ah? You want to study abroad?"

"Have you been cheated?"

Father Chen doesn’t believe it.

What is your son’s level? If he goes to study abroad, to put it harshly, does he have the key?

I couldn’t even pass the high school entrance examination. After a few years of struggling, I even went to study abroad.

"I haven't been cheated. I passed the serious art exam and entered the school without taking the exam." Chen Xing used his mobile phone to search for the video of himself receiving the Winter Camera Best Story Award, showed it to them, and said:

"Look at this."

In the video, Chen Xing is chattering and holding a trophy in his hand.

Mother Chen watched the video, then looked at her son in real life, and asked, "Do you think I understand foreign languages?"

"Ahem, this is a photography festival in France. I won one of the grand prizes. Although this doesn't mean anything, it at least shows that I do have some talent in this field. The teachers at other schools like it and are willing to accept me.

Be a student."
To be continued...