Senior Superstar

  Chapter 249 When that day really comes (three shifts, +1 for the leader of Qianmo Meikai)

   is still Liu Shumei’s home.

   Classmates reunion at noon. The eldest son He Guoqiang, his wife Wang Zhen and a group of high school classmates ate for more than two hours. After dinner, they went to KTV and played until more than five in the afternoon.

  After making two phone calls to the old lady, she didn't get through, and then returned home.

   "Mom! Mom, why did your phone turn off?"

As soon as    entered the door, He Guoqiang yelled.

   But unlike the old lady who greeted the door when she heard the movement in the morning, this time, no one answered.

"Ugh?"

   Seeing that the house was quiet and the lights for the New Year were not turned on, He Guoqiang and his wife looked at each other: "The old lady is not at home?"

   "No way, is it going to sleep? Where can she go for the New Year's Day?"

   "Mom! Mom?"

   Hearing what his wife said, He Guoqiang also felt that it was something like this, but he summoned it, and when he went to the bedroom, he was completely confused.

  In the old lady’s bedroom, the quilts are neatly stacked on the head of the bed, and the small one-meter-wide single bed is empty. Where is the shadow?

"Ugh?!"

  Seeing this scene, He Guoqiang was stunned: "Where did the old lady go?"

  "Isn’t it going to buy groceries? Wait a moment? Guoqiang, come and look at it. There is a letter on the table! It seems that my mother left it!"

  Hearing his wife's "Yeah", He Guoqiang hurried to the kitchen and placed the most conspicuous place on the dining table. The envelope with the letter "Mom left" on it was picked up and opened. He saw the first few lines of the letter...

  He Guoqiang was taken aback!

   Immediately, his eyes were red.

   "Mom, what kind of demon is this? What kind of letter do you want to leave? What did you write?"

  Faced with his wife’s question, He Guoqiang covered his mouth and stuffed the letter into his wife’s hands.

   "Guoqiang, Guoxing, Guoming; Mom is very happy to be able to go home for the New Year. But after your return, I have to think about it a lot.

  So after you left, Mom made a decision.

  This decision is to disappear from this home for a period of time.

  This is not a temporary intention.

  For this, I have prepared myself, I have a safe and comfortable place to settle in, and there are people around me. Please don’t worry, and don’t try to find it.

  Seeing this, you may wonder, you think I am angry because you didn’t eat at home at noon?

  My sons, this is not the case.

  If life is a long journey, then in my understanding, the meaning of parents is to accompany you through the first part of this journey.

  Sooner or later, one day, I will get down on this train from the beginning to the end of your life.

  The objective fact is that the day of getting off the bus is getting closer and closer.

  Sooner or later, you will usher in a life without me.

  So today, it is a preview of the journey of the second half of your life.

  Just like when your mother was not at home when you were young, in this rehearsal, I will leave you a task;

  Some of your favorite dishes, I have prepared the ingredients and put them in the refrigerator, and the recipes are in the envelope. You guys try to cook a table of New Year's Eve dinner by yourself without me.

  I hope that in this small preview, you and I can both gain and grow.

  Love you, mom. "

  As his wife read out the content of the letter in a low voice, He Guoqiang held several large pages of recipes in his hands, and tears of soy beans were already bursting out.

  In the worried eyes of his wife, He Guoqiang took out his mobile phone and silently sent a video to his two younger brothers.

  Looking at the second brother Guoxing who was still on the noisy wine table at this time, the third brother Guoming held a cigarette in his hand and asked him what he was doing. He Guoqiang wiped away his tears and shouted.

  "Stop playing! Get me home immediately!"

at the same time.

  The home of the old man Wang Erni, a member of the fan group.

  After the two sons hurriedly ate lunch at noon, they went out after calling their friends. Playing mahjong, connecting feelings, connecting feelings.

  There are only three grandchildren left in the family. Since lunch, they have been holding their mobile phones and lying on the sofa to eat chicken in black.

   "Grandma!"

  At six o'clock in the afternoon, a few adults finally did not limit the game time after the Chinese New Year, and his grandson put down his cell phone after having fun. Grandson Liu Miaomiao roared.

   "I'm a little hungry, when do you eat at night? I want to eat Sichuan white meat you made at night!"

   "Grandma! Grandma? Is there any water? So thirsty."

  After several consecutive calls and no answer, the three grandsons finally realized that something was wrong.

   "Huh? Did you see grandma this afternoon?"

   "I saw it! She went out after cleaning up the house at noon, and then came back after a while. After a while, she seemed to have left again and never came back?"

   "Okay, it seems to be."

  "Where is this going? Phew, there is no hot water. Really,"

   "Wow! Look, there is a letter here! It's for us!"

  At the same time.

  The home of the old man Sun Xiuzhi, a member of the fan group.

   After making more than four hours of video with her boyfriend who had been separated for more than ten hours, Sun Xiuzhi's youngest daughter Guo Jing finally walked out of her room.

   "Mom, why don't you cook yet? Huh?"

  Just as Guo Jing wanted to steal a mouth, when she walked to the kitchen, she saw a large table of dishes left at noon, and she didn’t know when she disappeared without a trace!

  Looking at the extremely conspicuous envelope on the empty table, Guo Jing frowned and picked up the letter...

  ……

small theater.

  Because Li Shixin talked about the old man Liu Shumei in the fan group at noon, after dinner in the afternoon, almost all the old fans gathered.

  It was quiet for just one morning, and the small theater returned to its former liveliness.

  Looking at a group of old fans who brought their own melon and fructose tea, they shared their own Chinese New Year snacks with each other, holding a handful of peanuts, sitting on the mahjong table and paddling Li Shixin with a faint smile.

   "Two cakes! Fifty thousand." On the side, Wu Ming played a mahjong smoothly.

   "You said that after these monkey cubs discovered that their mother had disappeared, how would they react now?"

"Heh! How can they react? I must be looking for mom everywhere now! Four!" Old man Liu Feng on the mahjong table, tremblingly wiped his reading glasses with the sleeve of his Armani suit, and grinned: "You see usually This group of bunnies, parents don’t realize what’s going on when they’re around, but they’re really gone, so they’ll slap their claws! Grandson, this, how do you describe this phenomenon to your grandfather in the words of your young people?"

  The grandson of Liu Feng, wearing a parent-child suit, helped his grandfather stroke the face of the card, tilted his head for a moment, and was happy: “I don’t know how to cherish when I have it, and I can’t breathe when I lose it...”

   "Grandson said it well!"

  Seeing Liu Feng's grandson directly came to a sad literary fan this time, and a group of old fans were overwhelmed with joy.

  Looking at a group of old fans praising his grandson one after another, Liu Feng laughed and patted his grandson’s hand.

  "Grandson, don’t accompany my old man who is celebrating the New Year, go out and play with your little friends, ah. Good boy, see if you can bring Grandpa back a granddaughter-in-law!"

  Liu Feng's grandson grinned: "Master, you are crazy!"

   "Oh! What a fool? I am too foolish! Hurry up, pay for it! Grandson, how many times is this?"

   "Fart, don't double... Hey, grandparents, Chenghui, two cents per person."

  Wu Ming happily paid the money, and looked at Li Shixin, who was paying for the money silently, "Shixin, you made this idea, what do you think? Can the group of monkey cubs come here?"

  Li Shixin's familiar mahjong set up, and his eyebrows raised.

  How did I know?

  After all, Lao Tzu is just okay. There is no material to shoot VLOG, and his son can’t play, he can only play with other people’s sons...

  Only responsible for playing, as for how to develop later...

  Like this mahjong-throwing dice, just throw it out. As for what time...

  Wait until it settles down, don’t you know?

   "Oh, two six! At twelve o'clock, grab it from Lao Wu. Hey, Brother Feng, why are you grabbing so many more!"

  (End of this chapter)