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Chapter 52 Didn’t ask Diao Chan
On the dinner table, there were four dishes and one soup. It was not a rich meal, but it was enough for three people. Lin Xuemin watched the news while eating, and Li Shulan kept picking up food for Lin Luo.
"I don't know what kind of life I lived outside. I must have never had a few serious meals. I only ate junk food all day long. Those foods are not nutritious. Look at how thin you are, and you are out of shape."

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The more he said it, the more exaggerated it became. Lin Luo always felt that he had the potential to be a poet. When he was very young, he had a very poetic idea in his mind——

I obviously have the same eyes and look at the same scenery, but why do the scenery I see be completely different from the scenery you see, and they are not even close to each other.

My room was obviously just a little messy. At most, the quilt was not folded, two pieces of clothes were thrown around, and there was a piece of paper on the floor. It was generally quite neat, but in my mother's eyes, it looked like a doghouse dump.

Carbonated drinks, fast food burgers, bread, vegetables and meat, mixed with meat and vegetables, in her eyes, they are junk food, almost poisonous. If she has a headache or fever in the future, she will say that she ate junk food.

It would be even more outrageous if she moved out and was not under her nose. No matter how good her life was, with a big meal of meat and fish, she still thought it was almost like begging for food. What she ate all day long must be junk food. That house It's definitely not tidy up, it's like a pig's nest.

When she got home, she obviously wasn't thin, but in her eyes, she looked out of place.

But even though the scenery he saw was so different and the words were so exaggerated, Lin Luo held the bowl and did not refute, only feeling sour in his heart.

He lowered his head, covering his red eyes, and took big mouthfuls of vegetables that kept being added to the bowl.

It feels so good to go home. The illusions I had thought about during the day and dreamed at night have finally become reality again.

"Eat slowly, you won't choke again later. Come on, have a bowl of soup."

Li Shulan scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to him, then thought about her girlfriend again, "Do you have any photos of your girlfriend for Mom to see?"

"No."

"Not one?"

"No, she doesn't like taking pictures."

"Then take it home another day and let mom see the real person."

"Show it, show it to you."

Seeing that he was going back again, Lin Luo had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, rummage through the photo album for a moment, found a photo and shook it at her, "It looks like this, there is nothing to see."

"Hey, my daughter-in-law is beautiful, let me take a good look at her."

"Hey, don't grab it"

Lin Luo didn't hold it steady. Li Shulan had already taken the phone away from her. She took it and looked at it carefully, "These pajamas are yours, right? She's dressed well, but she looks unhappy. You Are you making people angry?"

"She just has that look on her face, she's not angry. Mom, please give me your phone."

"Don't grab it, I haven't finished reading it yet."

Li Shulan turned away and continued to flip through the photo album. There were only a few photos in total, including those peeling onions and garlic in the kitchen, others washing dishes, and others sitting on a horse and looking at the scenery.
They all have the same expression, they look unhappy.

It looks like this in every picture. It's probably not that he's unhappy, it's just this expression.

But the angle always felt wrong. The girl's eyes never looked at the camera. It seemed like it was taken secretly.

After looking at a few photos, Li Shulan handed her phone back, "She's so beautiful. When will she be brought home so that mom can meet her daughter-in-law?"

"How can we meet? I haven't even decided on my horoscope yet. I'll break up with her someday."

Lin Luo put her cell phone back in her pocket, unable to complain. She was her girlfriend just now. Now she looks so beautiful and she is your daughter-in-law. I have never seen anyone change their tune so quickly.

"Pah!" Li Shulan raised her hand and patted the brim of his hat, "You are so beautiful, but you don't want to think about good benefits and always shout to break up. Are you sick?"

Lin Luo straightened his hat and asked: "What does separation have to do with being beautiful?"

"Then you like this person so much, how can you bear to score points?"

"No, how did you know that I like her?"

"You said people don't like taking pictures, and then you keep secretly taking pictures of them. How can you do this if you don't like them?"

"." Lin Luo was speechless for a moment. He didn't like taking pictures - he secretly took them himself - but he liked others.

A logical closed loop is formed.

But he couldn't say that the photos he took were meaningful, which amounted to the emperor's dark history.

"You are good friends with people, don't let them break up. They have cooked for you, so don't be ungrateful. How good is this? Isn't it better than the girlfriend you talked about online?"

"What we talked about online, I talked about at school."

"It's almost the same. You haven't been to that school for a few days anyway." Li Shulan didn't want to talk to him about it, and asked again: "How old is your girlfriend? She looks quite young."

Lin Luo said vaguely while eating his rice, "Eighteen or nineteen years old, early twenties, around thirty."

Li Shulan frowned, "This is all such a mess, you don't even know how old she is?"

Lin Xuemin, who had been watching TV silently next to him, turned his head and said, "I guess he is a minor. He is messing around with this."

"Underage?"

"What's underage? I'm an adult."

Li Shulan looked at him suspiciously, "Then why are you eighteen, nineteen, and twenty-three again?"

"Eighteen years old, nineteen years old, twenty years old, thirty years old, forty years old."

"Then if you calculate it this way, wouldn't your father and I get a hundred?" Li Shulan glared at him, asking where did she learn how to calculate age like this?

"what for?"

"A street vendor."

"You're still young, why don't you study?"

"The family conditions are not good, I came from Shangoogou, and I dropped out of school."

"Did you come from Shangougou? How could you be so beautiful and come from Shangougou?"

"What does being beautiful have to do with where you come from?" Lin Luo started to argue, "The appearance depends on genes and heredity. Besides, beauties only come from remote areas. Among the four beauties, except Yang Guifei, three of them are Born into poverty.”

Lin Xuemin took over the topic, "Diao Chan is a fictional character in the novel, and the book went into the dog's belly. It's a shame you still learned history."

"That also has a prototype. He came from a poor peasant family named Ren, from Lintao."

"That's just one of your statements, and it's controversial."

"I don't look like someone who came from a ravine. Don't fool me." Li Shulan interrupted the conversation, "How did you two know each other?"

"That's how we met. Her family was poor and she came out to work. The rent in my old neighborhood was cheap. She moved in and became a roommate with me. We got to know each other from time to time."

Lin Luo didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he dealt with the problem in a few words, and then looked at Lin Xuemin, "Although Diao Chan's prototype is indeed controversial, what I said is currently the most accepted statement. Dad , don’t turn around, let’s continue talking about Diao Chan.”

"Talk to your mother." Lin Xuemin looked at the TV, "I'm watching the news."

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Lin Luo was silent for a while, then looked at Li Shulan, "Mom, let's talk about Diao Chan?"

Li Shulan refused to answer the question, "Where does she live?"

"If we go by the prototype of the surname Ren, that family is from Lintao, and some say it is."

"I didn't ask Diao Chan."

"Oh, from the southern mountains."

(End of this chapter)