big city small home

Chapter 7 "I will find you if I have something to do"

"Waste of money." Father Lu resisted and muttered.

"I have to go to the city for every cough, and spread the word to make the old neighbors laugh. I'd better wait at home for the last medical report."

"Dad!" Lu Zhenzhong was angry.

The father and son were deadlocked.

Lu Zhenzhong cherishes his impulse to treat his father regardless of the cost.Once this wave of impulsiveness subsides, even he himself can't guarantee whether he will have the courage to break the boat again next time.

Lu's father was holding back his cough, and his face was flushed.He pursed his lips, not wanting to let his coughing hurt him at the critical moment of the dispute.

"Forget it, don't argue with your father." Lu's mother walked over lightly and took the luggage bag from Lu Zhenzhong's shoulder.

Lu Zhenzhong's body lightened, and his eyes turned red.

He turned around.I thought the tears would flow down violently, but they just wet the corners of my eyes.

Looking at the tall son who was turned away, Dad Lu said: "Zhenzhong, Dad is very satisfied with your filial piety. Boy, Dad knows about Dad's body. Dad is really fine. If there is anything, I will definitely call you. I will definitely let you take me to the hospital. Don't worry."

Lu Zhenzhong's emotional emotions for a while passed, and he calmed down again.Turning around again, it was already Lu Zhenzhong with a faint smile on his face.

"Okay. Dad, I can't hold you back, so just listen to you."

Mother Lu packed her luggage and walked out of the bedroom. She saw the father and son shaking hands and making peace, sitting on the sofa together watching the Jianghuai drama broadcast on the local channel, and went to tidy up the house with a smile on her eyes.

The Huai opera "Break into Shanghai" is playing on TV.

Influenced by Lu's father who loves to listen to Huainan opera, Lu Zhenzhong has long been familiar with the plot of the story.

"Running into Shanghai" tells the story of Luo Yuying, the young grandmother of Jiusheng Shipping Company, who resolutely takes on the important task of revitalizing the family's shipping when her husband is shipwrecked and the company is in turmoil.The tenacity of northern Jiangsu women has been carried forward time and time again in the ever-changing torrent of the times, ensuring that the family line of shipping can stand firm in Shanghai.

Halfway through the play, Lu Zhenzhong's cell phone rang.

It was Luo Hui calling.

Luo Hui's voice was full of apology, and asked Lu Zhenzhong if it was convenient for him to answer the phone?After confirming that it was convenient for Lu Zhenzhong to answer the call, Luo Hui said that the model he designed on the computer the day before was 3D printed by a supplier on Friday night, and he and his teammates carried out a performance test on Saturday morning, and found that the effect was far from the ideal expectation. Big cut.

"There must be something wrong, but we haven't figured it out after three or four hours of thinking. I was very hesitant. I wanted to wait until you came back on Monday to continue the research, but the deputy team said that the project was urgent, so I still called you and asked you Report the situation, please make a decision."

Lu Zhenzhong stood up in excitement.This is the key item that determines his salary increase and promotion!

The image of Bingbu Lin, calm and breezy, with a chance to win, flashed in his mind, and successfully aroused Lu Zhenzhong's determination to win.

"Send me the test data. I'll take a look. If it doesn't work, I'll go back tomorrow morning." Lu Zhenzhong stood on the balcony and answered the phone, his voice could not hide his anxiety.

After the phone call ended, when I turned around, I almost bumped into Father Lu.

"Is there something wrong with the unit?" Papa Lu asked.

"It's okay, it's not important." Lu Zhenzhong denied.

"I've heard it all. I'm in a hurry. I can't wait until Monday." Dad Lu couldn't help nodding, with a smile in his eyes, "My son is amazing! If other people's sons can't handle it, report it to my son and wait for me. Solve it, son. Good! If you win, I win! Good!"

Lu Zhenzhong has no son himself, nor has he entrusted his unplanned ambitions to his 4-year-old daughter, so he doesn't quite understand his father's mentality.However, his father is proud of him, which still makes him feel very comfortable.

"Go back, don't wait for tomorrow morning. Go back now. Get a good night's sleep, and show them the next day, so that they will be convinced by you, and follow you in the future!" Father Lu's face showed imagination smile.

Lu Zhenzhong didn't want to correct his father, the research and development was not done by one's own efforts, but by pooling the strengths of everyone.Even if he goes back, he may not be able to point out the problem with sharp eyes.It's more about the responsibility, and he, the project leader, needs to be present.

Lu Zhenzhong hesitated.He made a special trip home, neither persuading his father to take another lung CT scan, nor finding out exactly how determined his sister's attitude towards treatment was.

Lu's father showed the patriarchal demeanor, and coughed and ordered: "Mother, son, eat dinner early, after dinner, Zhenzhong will go back to Shanghai."

"Let's go?" Lu's mother was obviously reluctant.

"A woman's hair is long but her knowledge is short! What can a mother-in-law do? My son wants to make a living in Shanghai, how can he make it at home every day?"

Mother Lu habitually stopped talking.

Lu Zhenzhong had long noticed that whenever his father talked to his mother or sister, he would be very emotional and full of accusations.Have the mother and sister, who have been suppressed by their father's emotions, become accustomed to submitting to it?

Lu Zhenzhong agreed.

Lu's father happily continued to watch Huainan opera.

Lu Zhenzhong quietly came to the kitchen to watch his mother busy with dinner.

Seeing her son coming in, Mother Lu said happily that she met an old neighbor on the way back from the restaurant. The old neighbor grew leeks in a foam box on the roof.The leeks have not fully grown, and the leaves of the leeks are still thin and narrow.

"Your father has a shy face and insists on asking the neighbors to give us a handful of their young leeks. I knew that he was holding back and wanted to make leek boxes for you."

Lu Zhenzhong smiled slightly.

Originally, he sneaked into the kitchen to ask his mother if he was angry with his father for speaking so unpleasantly?Now, he doesn't want to ask.

The fragrance of the leek box is tangy.

The person who is busy making noodles, making stuffing, and frying leek boxes is the mother, but she habitually attributes the credit to the male owner of the family.Lu Zhenzhong wanted to rub his mother's shoulders, but his mother was afraid that he would be tired, so she refused politely.

After turning around, there was nothing to do and nothing to say, so Lu Zhenzhong had no choice but to turn out of the kitchen and come back to his father.On TV, Luo Yuying's story continues.Great Subei women.

At 7:[-] that night, Lu Zhenzhong got on the train bound for Jiading West.

After squinting for a while, when it was time to arrive at the station, I realized that I forgot to tell my sister Lu Mei.

"Sister, I have something to go back to Shanghai temporarily. I persuaded Dad to go to Yancheng to see a doctor. I borrowed the car, but he just refused."

After the message is sent, the train arrives at the station.

Lu Zhenzhong got up, put his computer bag on his back, and got out of the car with the flow of people.When the crowd was squirming, he added another sentence on WeChat: "Why don't you just tell the truth?"

The phone rang eagerly.

It was my sister Lu Mei calling.

Lu Zhenzhong picked it up, and in a panic, someone bumped into him.The phone was caught off guard and fell to the ground.He bent down to pick up the phone in the moving crowd, but before he could bend down, he was forced to watch the phone being kicked further away.

It wasn't until the crowd subsided that Lu Zhenzhong had a chance to pick up his phone.

My sister's call has ended.

Lu Zhenzhong caressed the phone that was miraculously free of broken screens, feeling a little dazed: what would my sister think, who didn't hear any reply?
Wanting to call back and explain, he pressed his fingers on the name, but stopped again.

(End of this chapter)