If you are asked to do historical animation, will you be a bad person?

Chapter 60 The son in mother’s eyes

"I've knocked on the door a hundred times, but you still won't come out! Are your ears blocked by donkey hair?"

"Your father and I have only been out for a few days. How messy is the house? I don't know how to clean it up?"

"You have panda eyes on your face, what's wrong? I can't control you when I'm not at home, right? Are you crazy?"

“I’ve been playing with your crappy phone and computer all day long, and sooner or later you’ll smash it!”

"You're not doing anything at home, and you're always causing trouble for me. Why don't you start school yet? Can you leave quickly?"

Faced with the scoldings of mothers in this world, Lin Yi really didn't dare to talk back.

I could only take a sneak peek at my father, who was sitting on the sofa smoking and watching TV.

The father didn't even look at him, he just said nothing.

Originally, he was wondering if his parents would feel strange when facing this world, but now it seems that he has too many worries.

Sure enough, no matter where they are, parents are always parents.

In fact, it's not surprising that his parents were so resentful. When they first came back from vacation, the old couple were actually quite close to him.

But after the intimacy of not seeing each other for a long time wears off, I still feel annoyed when I should.

Especially since my parents were traveling long distances to drive a truck during the Chinese New Year, they were even more resentful.

Coupled with the fact that my mother is menopausal, my father may have been holding in his anger for a long time while driving the car all the way down.

After adding many buffs, Lin Yi really didn't dare to be the fuse, otherwise he might blow up the whole family.

However, Lin Yi didn't speak, and Lin's father didn't speak either, which made Lin's mother even more angry.

While mopping the floor fiercely, he pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

"You can't beat me with three sticks, I have the same virtue as your father!"

As soon as he said this, Father Lin became excited. His face was serious and cold, and his eyes sunken due to fatigue stared at Mother Lin.

"Are you done? We've been arguing for more than ten days. If you don't think it's annoying, I still don't!"

Mother Lin immediately threw the mop to the ground.

"Are you still annoyed? Why don't you discipline him if you're annoyed? It's you who got used to him becoming the coward he is today!"

Lin Yi has a black streak on his head.

Mom, do you know that the useless son in your eyes has made more than one billion in ten days?
On the other side, Father Lin stood up when he heard this, raised the teacup in his hand and was about to smash it.

Lin Yi quickly stopped him.

"Dad! My grandpa gave it to you when you got married! I won't tell my grandpa if I smash it! The key is that it's quite expensive!"

Father Lin suddenly choked and could only put down the hand holding the teacup dejectedly.

But Mother Lin was getting more and more excited.

"What do you mean? You are a coward and your son has been taught a coward by you and you are still not convinced? Smash it, isn't it? Smash it!"

After saying that, he grabbed the teacup and smashed it to the ground.

The crisp sound of exploding porcelain is so sharp it can scratch your eardrums.

Obviously, even if Lin Yi is the fuse, it is up to the bombers themselves to decide whether the bomb itself will explode or not.

Seeing that a family farce was about to unfold, Lin Yi quickly raised his hand to signal.

"Mom and Dad! I'm leaving this afternoon!"

These words shocked both my parents and they both looked over.

Obviously both of them thought Lin Yi was planning to run away from home, so Lin Yi quickly explained.

"My friends from our school and I are planning to do work-study programs or something. We are planning to do vacation jobs. We are just waiting for you to come back and say goodbye."

"I heard it's a good job. I can continue doing it while I'm in school. Tuition and living expenses should not be difficult."

"If you do a good job, you two won't have to worry about my tuition and fees."

These few words silenced my parents.

Father Lin took a deep breath, sat back on the sofa, and picked up the half-burned cigarette.

"It's okay, you are such an adult, you should also learn how to gain a foothold in society. It would be good to get some work experience as early as possible."

This time, Mother Lin didn't speak. She just picked up the mop lying on the ground and planned to clean up all the broken porcelain pieces. He was complaining as he spoke.

"Your father knows how to stop me when he throws things, but he doesn't know how to stop me. I'm not your mother, right?"

Lin Yi could only smile and wanted to go up and get a mop to clean up, but was pushed away by Mother Lin angrily.

"You know what to do before you leave? Why did you do it earlier! That's enough, I don't need you! Pack up the things you want to bring, don't leave anything behind!"

The mother seemed to be able to find something to criticize at any time, and Lin Yi could only smile awkwardly at this.

In fact, Lin Yi doesn't have a good temper. If this was his original world, Lin Yi would have quarreled with his parents.

For families, quarreling seems to be a very good outlet.

Of course, it is also very emotionally damaging.

But how many people can resist saying those hurtful words like knives?
But I don’t know why, after Lin Yi traveled through time, he was able to understand his parents calmly and objectively.

In the final analysis, it is all because of poverty.

Because he is poor, he has to go out to work during the Chinese New Year to save Lin Yi money for school.

I still have to save money for my future marriage, money to buy a house, and all kinds of money.

Although Lin Yi had already made hundreds of thousands in less than ten days just from rewards alone, he would be able to get over a billion in a few dozen days.

If it were put to a normal person, Father Lin and Mother Lin, even if it were hundreds of thousands, it would take at least ten or twenty years.

In this regard, Lin Yi could only sigh in two words.

"People..."

Just when Lin Yi was sitting in his room melancholy, there was a knock on the door of his room.

Lin Yi knew it was Father Lin. After all, Mother Lin, who was in menopause, didn't seem to know how to avoid suspicion at all. She just pushed the door open every time.

After opening the door to welcome Lin's father in, Lin Yi looked at him curiously.

"what happened?"

Father Lin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed, took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi was stunned by this and quickly pushed back.

"What are you doing! My job provides food and accommodation! I also have some money!"

Lin Yi didn't want it, but Lin's father forced it into his pocket.

"Even if food and accommodation are included, what can you do with only a few hundred yuan left over from last semester's tuition?"

Then Father Lin smiled bitterly.

"It's no use being a father. You have to earn your own tuition."

Hearing this, Lin Yi pursed his lips.

"I have grown up, and I have to do my own thing after all. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

Father Lin shook his head, then looked at Lin Yi cautiously, and then looked like he was hesitant to speak.

Lin Yi was a little curious by him.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Is there anything we can't talk about?"

Father Lin shook his head again.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I don't have time to see you off. Tell your mother before you leave. She is quite tired from driving with me."

"Don't blame your mother for being angry. She's a soft-spoken woman who doesn't remember things. She's telling the truth. Don't take it to heart."

As he spoke, Father Lin looked back, as if he was afraid that Mother Lin would hear what he said.

Mother Lin, on the other hand, prepared large and small bags, including food and clothing, filling two suitcases.

At first glance, I knew it was going to be taken away by Lin Yi.

Lin Yi had no choice but to do this.

Sure enough, it seems that in most ordinary families like mine, the father is a peacemaker and the mother is mean-spirited.

But in the final analysis, they are still children whose parents care about them.

(End of this chapter)