Golden Greenery

As the morning light dawns, Zhongnan Mountain is silent in the summer morning. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, making it look like a fairyland.

In the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, Zhuo Yang's father, Zhuo Tongtong, had already woken up from his sleep. He pushed the grain and soy milk in front of his wife, picked up the steamed dumplings in the cage, brought them to his mouth, and gently bit open the steamed buns. Gap.

"Let's eat and watch while you eat."

Mother Yang Hong looked away from the TV to the dining table, picked up the spoon and slowly stirred the soy milk.

The final round of 201, the match between the Chinese team and Chile is being broadcast live on TV.

Yang Hong shook her head with a smile and said to her husband: "After all these years, I still don't think football has any... charm. I probably still don't like football."

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Zhuo Tongtong said: "It's normal. Let's eat first."

"If it weren't for our son in the football game..." Yang Hong said, "I definitely wouldn't watch it."

Zhuo Tongtong: "Well... well, eat, eat."

Yang Hong picked up the soy milk but put the bowl down again. "I don't like football. I didn't like it before, and I don't like it much now. But my son is the best football player in the world. Tongtong, don't you think life is amazing?"

Zhuo Tongtong: "Wonderful, yes, wonderful. Eat it quickly, it will cool down in a while."

"Bang!" Yang Hong suddenly slammed the table, startling her husband who was watching the TV and eating steamed buns. He almost poked the kuaizi holding the steamed buns into his nostrils.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know eat, eat, eat. Zhuo Tongtong, you have changed."

Zhuo Tongtong: "..."

Yang Hong said angrily: "You used to listen carefully to anything I said, but now you don't pay attention to anything I say. Huh, time is like a butcher's knife. Zhuo, you have changed."

There was still half a small bun on the kuaizi, and Zhuo Tongtong didn't know whether to eat it or put it back on the plate.

"No...why have I changed? What's the difference...Honghong, it's you who want to get up early in the morning to watch the football match. I was going to sleep in." Zhuo Tongtong held up the bun in her hand: "I'm still in advance I got up and made breakfast, look at it, made steamed buns, made soy milk, and chopped side dishes, look at it."

"Have I wronged you? You become impatient after even saying a few words to you, and you finally hate me, don't you?"

Zhuo Tongtong sighed slightly: Here we go again...

"Honghong..."

"Don't call me." Yang Hong stood up angrily: "You can eat it yourself. If you hate me, I'll leave."

After saying that, he pulled out his chair and left.

Zhuo Tongtong sighed, stuffed half of the bun into his mouth and ate it in a hurry. Then he got a small basin and plate and covered the soy milk, buns and food on the table to keep them warm.

On TV, his son Zhuoyang was dribbling the ball to break through, but he was dragged and tackled by Chilean players to stop him. The referee's whistle sounded, and Zhuo Yang lay on the ground without getting up.

Even though he was used to it, Zhuo Tongtong was still a little nervous. He didn't feel relieved until his son stood up from the ground and started running again.

Looking at the watch, it was almost five minutes since Yang Hong went out in anger. Zhuo Tongtong planned to go out to look for her in one more minute.

Half a minute later, Yang Hong came back and sat back at the dining table.

"I'm sorry, Tongtong, I'm in a bad mood."

"It's okay, I was just going out to find you."

Yang Hong pouted: "We shouldn't retire, we are just doing nothing to make trouble."

Zhuo Tongtong comforted his wife and said, "It's Qiu and Zhuo Yang who feel sorry for us. It's true that you and I can't stand it anymore. We can't stand it until we grow old."

"Huh! Do they feel sorry for us?" Yang Hong said dissatisfiedly: "Okay, one of you can come back and stay with me! How many times a year can I see them now?"

"Hahaha, staying by your side all day long? Are you happy?" Zhuo Tongtong said, "Everyone hopes that their children will have a bright future, so you are the best."

Yang Hong shook his head: "Oh -, you have made a fortune, but the process of making a fortune is also scary. In the past few years, Zhuo

Yang... I don't want to go through this again. I would rather he be useless and mediocre for the rest of his life. "

Zhuo Tongtong put the soy milk away for his wife again. "Like Professor Ren of your college? His son is as old as Zhuo Yang, and now he stays at home all day long. Are you happy if Zhuo Yang is like him?"

Yang Hong also picked up the buns and said, "There's nothing wrong with the old Ren family. At least you can see it every day, don't worry."

"Haha, when Zhuo Yang was seventeen, you were determined to let him go to Germany, and you let him go alone. At that time, you didn't listen to anyone's advice."

Yang Hong: "..."

"Alas -" Yang Hong said: "I was still young at that time, had a strong temper and was impulsive, and even nine cows couldn't pull me back after I made up my mind."

"If it were now, would you still let seventeen-year-old Zhuo Yang study abroad alone?" Zhuo Tongtong asked.

"Actually, I regretted it as soon as Zhuoyang left that year." Yang Hong said faintly: "I don't know how many tears I shed while carrying you..."

Zhuo Tongtong said in her heart: I saw it, I know...

"...If it were me now, I wouldn't let my son go."

"Even if you knew that Zhuo Yang would achieve his current achievements in football and piano, you wouldn't let him study abroad again?"

Yang Hong hesitated: "I...I don't know."

"Honghong, what do you think Zhuoyang would be like now if he hadn't studied abroad?"

"Hmm... I should be working as a piano teacher."

"Impossible, Honghong. We understand our son. Zhuoyang may graduate from a music conservatory and go to a middle school to be a music teacher. But he will definitely not work for a long time. The teaching profession is too boring. After a long time, he couldn't hold it in anymore."

Yang Hong said excitedly: "Then he will quit his job to play in a band, run training classes, and borrow money to buy a motorcycle, just like the children of the old Ren family?"

Zhuo Tongtong was also very happy: "And then you didn't accomplish anything, so you had to go home and grow old?"

Yang Hong rested her elbows on the table and held her face in her hands: "I agree! Zhuo Yang can chew on his old age, but he can't sleep in. "

"You can chew on the old, but refuse to lie flat." Zhuo Tongtong added.

Couple: "Hahahaha..."

After laughing, Zhuo Tongtong said: "I know you miss your son. Look, won't he come back after this game? Just wait a few days."

Yang Hong said: "When I come back from the summer vacation, I must let Zhuo Yang stay a few more days. Also, he is already a grown man. I have to urge him again. What are you and Kou Kou waiting for?"

"Tongtong, let me tell you. Last time I asked Kou Kou why she and Zhuo Yang didn't want children. Kou Kou blushed and said Zhuoyang didn't want them for the time being. If you say you don't want them, then you don't want them. Why is she blushing? ?」

"Is it because you, the evil mother-in-law, pushed me?"

"Bah! Who is the evil mother-in-law? Kou Kou is my daughter."

"Haha, that's only if my mother is willing."

The couple bickered every day early in the morning, and the game was in full swing on TV.