Dad's life

Li Mu drove on Central Avenue.

He didn't have any idea at the moment, what he usually does when driving, and what he still does now.

At an intersection waiting for a red light.

Li Mu turned on the car stereo as usual and played Jacky Cheung's "She Comes to My Concert".

The gentle guitar sound echoed melodiously in his Lexus.

"She came to my concert and had her first date at the age of seventeen. The boy queued up all night for her and spent half a year's savings to buy a pair of tickets."

Next.

Jacky Cheung’s unique voice seems to inject affection into this song.

Li Mu is thirty-one years old this year.

At this age, I cleverly avoided the last bus of those born in the 1980s, but luckily caught the early train of those born in the 1990s.

But they bear the same social responsibilities as those born in the 1980s.

They are unable to reach a consensus with the real post-90s generation because of their preferences, becoming the most entangled group of people in modern society.

He doesn't like Cai Xukun, and he doesn't listen to Hua Chenyu's songs that many young people admire. The only reason that proves that he is born in the 1990s is because there has been an extra person in the music scene in recent years.

Let his preferences not deviate too far from those born in the 1990s.

The music in the car is playing one after another.

"She Came to My Concert", "Favorite", "Half Life Love".

There are also Jacky Cheung's "Drunk at Sunset" that can reflect the quality of car audio, and "Legend of the Wolf" that makes people feel refreshed all the time. Li Mu also arrived at his destination.

Got off the car.

Li Mu was shivered by the cold winter wind.

It’s been very cold in Ningyang in recent days.

Li Mu remembered that during this time last year, the lowest temperature in Chengdu was only three to four degrees below zero.

This year, the Chinese New Year has not yet come. The lowest temperature has already exceeded 10 degrees below zero, and it has snowed twice. Wrapping up his coat, Li Mu walked into a training center.

An indoor open space surrounded by iron bars.

Under the guidance of the coach, a dozen children shuttled back and forth like swimming fish.

One of them actually slipped behind the team. Li Mu did not talk to each other like other parents who came to pick up their children. Instead, he stood alone outside the iron fence, resting his palms on the iron fence, looking at the fallen man with a smile on his face.

The little boy who slipped away.

The facial features are childish and cute.

Under the moon-like eyebrows, there is a pair of bright and big eyes.

When you smile, your eyes will turn into beautiful crescent shapes.

Seeing Li Mu, the little boy quickly stuck out his tongue at him and made a face.

Li Mu smiled and waved his hand to him, signaling him to slow down.

"This class is over, and the training of the ice skating training class is completely completed. Parents who want to continue to cultivate their children's interests and hobbies in this area can sign up for the spring class."

It’s time.

The coach clapped his hands and called the parents and students together to tell the news.

Li Mu enrolled his son in a skating training class to simply increase his son's skating skills. As for training him professionally, Li Mu had never thought about it.

The conversation ended shortly after.

"Goodbye Coach"

Li Ran said goodbye to the coach obediently.

"Goodbye then"

Coach Ma, who was tall and thick and looked like a fitness instructor, smiled and waved to Li Ran.

Li Mu zipped up his son's down jacket, straightened the collar, and then held his little hand, and the father and son left the training room.

Skill development like skating.

Li Mu makes plans for his son every year. This summer is swimming and language training.

Basketball last year and Go, which develops intelligence.

When he was four years old, Li Mu enrolled him in paper-cutting and origami, learning a little bit of each. When his son was ten years old and had the ability to think on his own, Li Mu specialized in a certain area based on his ideas. As for cultivating such an interest now

The project looks very tiring.

Li Mu also specifically asked Li Ran if he was tired!?.

The little guy said "it's fun".

After hearing his son's answer, Li Mu simply followed him.

"Of course, grandpa bought a sheep this year and said he would make mutton soup for you every day"

While driving, Li Mu said to his son sitting in the back seat, "I will make you tired of eating this year, and you will never clamor for mutton soup again."

"Never boring"

Li Ran tilted his head, pursed his lips and said.

"My son is still awesome"

Li Mu gave a thumbs up and praised, "Then let's go home and pack our things now, and then go back to spend the Spring Festival with our grandparents in the afternoon."

"Dad"

Li Ran stepped on the seat, leaned his small body behind the driver's seat, reached out and patted Li Mu, and asked, "Can we set off fireworks this year? Our family didn't buy any fireworks last year."

"It's possible this year"

Li Mu smiled and replied.

"Yeah"

The little guy immediately danced happily.

Parking the car in the parking lot of the community, Li Mu led his bouncing son towards his home.

Li Ran didn't walk on the road cleared by the property management of the community. Instead, he stepped on the frozen ice that hadn't melted yet. He stepped and jumped a little, and didn't stop until he got downstairs.

Two porters,

I am struggling to unload furniture from the transport truck parked at the entrance of the corridor.

Li Mu glanced at it without paying attention, and took his son up the stairs. When he arrived at the door of his house, he discovered that the moving company's entry and exit direction was actually opposite his home.

This fall.

Renovation has begun across the street, and Li Mu thought the family would not move in until after the Chinese New Year.

Unexpectedly, I planned to spend this Spring Festival in my new house.

But it’s pretty good.

New year, new atmosphere, everything is brand new.

Open the door.

Li Mu and his son returned home one after another.

Li Mu's house was bought the year before last, with an area of ​​128 square meters. It was paid in full at once without a loan.

The building is not a high-rise building with ten or twenty floors, but a six-story residential building that does not need to install an elevator. Compared with the 20 to 30 square meters of shared area in high-rise buildings with dual elevators, Li Mu's house basically has a usable area.

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So the home looks very spacious.

There is a master bedroom, two side bedrooms, and a study room of more than ten square meters.

There are also two bathrooms.

One is built in the master bedroom, and the other is shared.

In terms of decoration, Li Mu adopts a modern and popular simple style. The walls of the living room are covered with moderately priced fiberboards that are moisture-proof and waterproof.

The ceiling lamps in the living room and rooms cost about 2,000 each. They are Panasonic's Starry Sky LED rectangular lamps. These lamps are installed because the light is soft and the damage to children's vision is almost negligible.

Furniture.

Li Mu also chooses grade 5A environmentally friendly wood, which is relatively expensive.

In addition to maternal love, Li Mu could not provide his son.

In other aspects, Li Mu tried his best to provide the best for his son. They said that a poor son should be rich and his daughter should be raised, but Li Mu disagreed. He had no daughter, only his only son Li Ran.

All his efforts.

All persistence.

Everything.

It’s just to make my son’s life better.

So good that I forgot to ask him "Where is mom?" and "Why do other children have moms but I don't?".

Li Mu prepared two sets of changes of clothes for himself and his son each and took them back. He also took a copy of "Confessions of an Advertising Man" by David Ogilvy from the study and stuffed it into his bag.

"Ranran"

Li Mu called out, shook the Transformer in his hand, and said, "Do you want to take this back with you?"

"Don't"

Li Ran, who was squatting on the ground playing with the car, shook his head and said, "Last time, my little brother took that away. I won't give it to you this time."

"Listen to you"

Li Mu smiled and put the Transformers back on the toy shelf.

The little brother the son talks about is not his biological brother, but the younger son of sister Li Mu.

Li Mu's sister Li Hong gave birth to two sons in total. The eldest son is twelve years old this year. The younger son was born after the country relaxed the two-child policy and is two years younger than Li Ran.

Originally, Sister Li Mu planned to give birth to a caring little cotton-padded jacket, but she unexpectedly gave birth to a son.

As a result, brother-in-law Li Mu's expression changed in the hospital, looking miserable as if he had been suffering from bad luck for eight lifetimes and was unable to recover.

Smoking one cigarette after another.

When you go to buy cigarettes after smoking.

I have changed from the usual 22 yuan a pack of Xiaosu cigarettes to the 12 yuan a pack of Red Nanjing.

The gap is huge.

When smoking again, after smoking the tobacco, even the cigarette butt should be inhaled halfway before throwing it away.

From a petty bourgeoisie family to a refugee born in a slum.