Rebirth 2000, Ome school flower 18 years old

Yi Feng didn't expect to be put up by Gu Muxi when he arrived, so that he could say that he had repeatedly assured that he did not bully Gu Muxi, so as to dispel his mother's suspicions.

Back home, Meng Xiaoyun went to the kitchen to cook, and Yi Feng stayed in the living room by himself.

This home is not large, it is the staff housing allocated by the third rolling mill, two bedrooms and one living room, 80 square meters.

Around the customer hall, none of the wooden tables and chairs in the living room were new, all of them had traces of his father's tinkering.

A set of fabric sofas in the living room is still eliminated and replaced by Gu Muxi at home, and there is a cloth cover on the sofa, which was sewn by her mother herself, and is used to protect the cloth of the sofa, for fear that I don't know what is the only high-grade sofa that is dirty.

In the middle of the living room, there is a Hitachi's twenty-one-inch second-hand old color TV, square and bulky.

The father of this second-hand TV set was plucked from the thrift market for 800 yuan.

800 yuan was also a huge amount of money for him at that time, and his monthly salary was only 700 yuan at that time.

This second-hand color TV is also the only home appliance in the home.

The wall of the living room has nothing but the wedding photos of his parents and his own awards from childhood to adulthood, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the four walls of the family.

The decoration of the whole hall is simple, unpretentious, but also very warm.

Yi Feng knew that his family had no money and was very poor.

In this life, he hopes that his parents can live a better life and no longer have to rush around for a few buckets of rice.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, took a deep breath, and made up his mind.

Dad, mom, I won't let you have any regrets in this life!

There will be no more child-raising, but no more kisses!

I will definitely rely on my own hands to shield you from the wind and rain!

Yi Feng turned on the TV, but saw that the TV screen occasionally appeared and could not watch it at all.

It looks like it's time to fix it.

He ran to his parents' room and found the toolbox.

Half an hour later, Meng Xiaoyun in the kitchen heard no TV in the living room, only the sound of tinkling.

"Son, what are you doing?" Meng Xiaoyun shouted in the kitchen, but received no response.

Puzzled in her heart, she washed her hands, wiped them on her apron, and walked out of the kitchen.

"You, what are you doing?" Meng Xiaoyun was immediately dumbfounded when he saw the TV cases and parts scattered on the floor of the living room.

"Mom, I'm fixing the TV." Yi Feng did not raise his head and concentrated on the road.

He is an excellent graduate of Guangshi University majoring in computer science, and repairing computers and designing IC boards are just one of the professional skills.

The very complex computer motherboard in the previous life can be repaired, and this kind of old home appliance is not a problem, it is only a small meaning for him.

"What?! Fix a TV? O my little ancestor! Don't break it!

"If your dad comes back and finds out, he will beat you up in the ass!" Meng Xiaoyun was taken aback, and hurried over to dissuade.

"You a little hairy man who hasn't graduated from high school knows how to fix TV?"

"Hurry up, don't do it, your dad will be back later!"

"Hey, Mom, I'm done!" Yi Feng breathed a sigh of relief, grinned, and looked up.

"Get you big-headed ghost, put it back in, quick!" Meng Xiaoyun said with a straight face.

"Okay, I'll put it back."

Yi Feng reassembled the TV and then moved it back to the TV cabinet.

Press the boot button.

"Zi~"

The TV picture flashes, then lights up normally, and the color picture returns to normal.

Meng Xiaoyun was instantly stunned when he saw this!

"My God, son, this, this... Did you really fix it?! "

The TV has been broken for so long, she is not willing to take it to repair it, and it costs a lot of money to repair the TV."

I didn't expect it to be repaired by my son!

Shocked in the heart!

Yi Feng clapped his hands, "It should be no problem, I just checked, it was the motherboard blocking container that was broken, I wrapped it with a wire, just fine." "

Huh? What? What is it? Meng Xiaoyun was confused.

"Hey, just fix it anyway, if it doesn't fix it, your dad will have to fix you when he comes back!" Meng Xiaoyun said with a smile.

The TV was repaired, and she was really happy that she didn't have to spend money to repair it.

As he spoke, footsteps came from the stairs outside the door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

"Wife, son, I'm back." A tired voice sounded.

The door opened, and Yi Jianbing appeared at the door wearing a dirty blue factory uniform.

His hair was messy, like a bird's nest, and the blue factory uniform on his body was no longer visible in the area on his chest.

"Dad, you're back!" Yi Feng greeted happily.

The father in memory has always been silent, he is a good old man, but also a good father, he silently pays for the family, works hard and never shouts tired.

He was only in his early forties, his sideburns were already white, and there were several wrinkles on his dark face, making him look much older than his peers, and he looked to be fifty years old.

When Yi Jianjun saw his son, a smile appeared on his tired face, "Yes, I was a little busy before work today, and I came back late."

"Wife, is the meal ready?" I was hungry.

"Soon, I'll stir-fry two dishes, you go wash your hands first, look at your hands, they are all black into briquettes." Meng Xiaoyun covered his mouth and smiled.

"Well, I'll wash it." Yi Jianjun laughed, put down the linen bag, and went into the toilet to wash his hands.

After a while, he came out again, only then did he notice that the TV series was on, and the words of the fire TV series Da Song Palace were playing inside.

"Hey? How can the TV turn on again? Isn't it broken?

"Wife, have you taken it to someone to repair it?" He dried his hands with a towel and asked suspiciously.

Meng Xiaoyun took out a plate of fried hollow vegetables and said proudly: "Your son just repaired it!"

"What? Was it repaired by the son?! Yi Jianjun was stunned and looked at Yi Feng in amazement.

It's unbelievable!

Yi Feng scratched his head and said with a smile: "Dad, I also followed the method in the magazine to repair, but I didn't expect to really let me fix it."

"Haha! Son, you are so good! What a genius!

"It will definitely be better than me in the future!" Yi Jianjun clapped his hands excitedly.

Parents seem to be very happy and relieved to see their children make a little progress.

"Hehe, it's just a coincidence." Yi Feng said modestly.

Yi Jianjun came over, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged: "Son, you have to study hard, go to college in the future, don't be as uneducated as me."

"In this world, only by studying well, going to college, and becoming a college student can we get ahead!"

Hearing his father's teachings, Yi Feng nodded heavily, "Well, Dad, I see."

Meng Xiaoyun brought out the second dish, bitter melon fried meat slices.

"The dishes are ready, ready to eat!"

The three of them sat around the dining table.

A family of three, one pot of porridge, two dishes.

A plate of fried hollow vegetables, you can see that it is a leftover hollow vegetable stalk, because there are no tender vegetable leaves.

Another plate of bitter melon meat slices, the number of meat slices can be counted at a glance.

Fifteen slices, almost two taels of meat.

Yi Feng looked at these two dishes, he didn't feel how poor his family was before, and he had no special concept, because he could eat meat almost every day.

But now it seems that the family is really ... Not rich!

"Son eat, why are you stunned, eat more meat, see that you seem to have lost weight recently." Meng Xiaoyun took two pieces of chopstick meat and put them in his bowl.

And the father took a sip of wine, pulled the slices of meat in front of him, and ate bitter melon himself.

"Well, today's bitter melon is quite crisp, wife you picked well." Yi Jianjun praised.

Yi Feng looked at this scene, and his tears couldn't help but wet his eyes.

This feeling of being loved by his parents touched him deeply.

At the same time, I feel sad for the embarrassing life in front of me.

Dad, Mom, I swear that I will let you live a good life in the future!

Certain!