Chapter 324

"Hello, Mr. Chen. I'm he Jingtian, a junior in biology. I just rented Professor Xu's house on the first floor..."

In the evening, he Jingtian knocked on the door of his upstairs neighbor with a plate of fried Sanzi.

This is the faculty dormitory of s University, so the residents are basically teachers in the University.

When he Jingtian rented a house, he specially asked the landlord, Mr. Xu, who were the neighbors of the two families upstairs.

After cleaning the house and settling down, he Jingtian asked his mother to fry some Sanzi to get closer to his neighbors.

Yes, it's made by his mother.

Although he's not very conscious, his mother doesn't delay her work.

She has been in he family for more than 20 years. Under the sticks of her mother-in-law and men, she has developed an excellent cooking skill.

This is one of the reasons why he family will tolerate a crazy daughter-in-law in Ghana - can work.

Another reason, of course, is that he's a good-looking mother and can have a son.

However, after he mother gave birth to he Jingtian, the role of fertility seems to be smaller.

He Jingtian's father, he laoguai, can still keep he's mother. He never thought of directly throwing away the madman like he Jingtian, and he's mother can still serve him.

After all, for he laoguai, who has poor family conditions and is lame, he couldn't marry a daughter-in-law when he was young. Now he is old and even harder to find.

What's the matter with the madman?

One does not delay the work, the other does not delay the warm quilt.

When you're in a bad mood, you don't have to be afraid that someone's mother's house will come to you.

Everyone in the village jokes that he laoguai married a crazy wife, and only he laoguai knows how comfortable his childhood is.

His mother cooks well and likes to be clean. As long as she is not ill, she will clean up her home and herself.

He Jingtian despised his mother as a madman since childhood, but he still ate very sweet after his mother cooked.

Delicious!

The same fried Sanzi is made of milk, but it's crispy.

In his childhood when he was short of oil and meat, it was definitely a delicious food that he Jingtian dreamed of.

Even if he Jingtian was reborn, he ate so many delicacies in his last life, and what he talked about most was Sanzi fried by his mother!

Now it is the early 1990s. People's economic conditions are much better. Goods are also freely traded and goods are very abundant.

However, as a new neighbor's visiting gift, a plate of fried Sanzi is not too bad.

In fact, the same is true. When Mr. Chen from Donghu on the second floor saw he Jingtian coming in with a plate of Sanzi, a touch of praise flashed through his eyes.

He heard about he Jingtian when he was at school.

When I passed the first floor after work, I also saw a busy figure in and out.

As a teacher, he Jingtian is very sorry for and likes students who have difficulties in their families but have excellent grades.

"Even if I couldn't meet you before, I'm all neighbors now. How much help?"

As a result, before he could discuss with his wife to send some food to he Jingtian's mother and son downstairs, the children came to the door with gifts.

The gifts are not just some vegetables, leaves and rotten apples, but carefully made at home, which shows his sincerity.

The child is good. Although he is young, he knows the world very well.

He Jingtian is sensible, and teacher Chen has added some appreciation to his pity.

Mr. Chen didn't refuse too much and winked at his wife.

The wife took the plate, put Sanzi on her own plate, then picked up some newly bought apples, carried them in a net bag and asked he Jingtian to take them back.

This is their local custom and etiquette.

The moral is to come and go, so that it can last for a long time.

"This student named he Jingtian is really good!"

Seeing him off, Mr. Chen's wife couldn't help but praise him.

"Well, filial children, their character will not be so bad. In the future, they live upstairs and downstairs. Please take care of them."

Mr. Chen nodded, closed the iron security door with a fence, turned to his wife and said, "by the way, I haven't told you yet."

The wife asked suspiciously, "what do you say?"

Although the door has been closed, Mr. Chen still lowered his voice, "he Jingtian's mother, it's not normal here. However, it's said that it won't hurt people, but life is not very convenient!"

Pointing to his head, Mr. Chen whispered to his wife, "it was precisely because his mother was ill that he had to bring people to the school. The school leaders also knew his difficulties and tried to find a house for him."

It was said that he's mother was crazy. Chen's wife was startled at first, and then didn't believe it. "When I went upstairs just now, I took a look and found that it was very quiet and there was no noise --"

In the inherent impression of most people, madmen are hysterical, running around, and even beating people in serious cases.

If a madman lives in his own community, it is definitely a nightmare for his neighbors.

Even if a madman is locked up, it's disturbing enough to fall and fight and make noise every day.

However, although he Jingtian's mother and son downstairs have only been here for one day, the house is really quiet. If he Jingtian doesn't visit the neighbors up and down, they don't know they have lived in.

"Maybe classmate he took good care of it. I heard that he has gone to the provincial mental health center and has been taking medicine!"

Mr. Chen heard more news at school and gave his wife gossip.

"Just don't make trouble. He Jingtian is still a student. His studies are important."

Chen's wife echoed a few words, then took out the Sanzi, picked up one and threw it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up: "it's very good, it's better than what you bought outside!"

Seeing this, Mr. Chen also ate with him. A plate of about ten small Sanzi soon cleaned up the couple.

"... I can't see that he Jingtian, a classmate in your school, is still a chef."

After eating Sanzi, Chen's wife was still full of emotion. Sucking the oil on her fingers, she couldn't help sighing, "I grow well, study well, and cook. Alas, I just don't have a daughter, otherwise I want to recruit him as a son-in-law!"

Of course, Chen's wife said this casually.

No matter how good he Jingtian's personal conditions are, he has a crazy mother-in-law, which is enough to scare off all the mother-in-law who love his daughter!

That night, the neighbors on the first and second floors were discussing he Jingtian and his crazy mother.

Especially in Donghu on the first floor, there lived an old professor, surnamed Ma, who was a professor in the Department of foreign languages.

His wife was married when she went to the countryside in her early years.

Professor Ma was admitted to s University and stayed as a teacher. Instead of being a heartless Chen Shimei, he took his wife and children to college and lived in harmony with his wife for more than 20 years.

Professor Ma attaches great importance to emotion and righteousness, so he especially likes those who have friendship.

He Jingtian's story of taking his crazy mother to college really suits Professor Ma's appetite. Therefore, when the school arranged for him to rent a house opposite his home, he heard that he Jingtian's mother was crazy.

Professor Ma was a little worried, but he readily agreed.

Professor Ma's wife, an out and out housewife, was also very moved when she heard the story of he Jingtian's mother and son.

"This is a good filial child!"

Ma Shimu, in her fifties, has lived in the provincial capital for more than 20 years, but she is still simple and kind.

Especially seeing he Jingtian carrying Sanzi from home, Ma Shimu felt that the child was painful.

She patted her chest directly and said to he Jingtian, "they all say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Lao Ma is still your teacher. He is an elder and should take care of his younger generation!"

"Xiao He, just go to class and I'll take care of it for you at home."

Ma Shi's mother is different from Chen's wife. She once went directly to he Jingtian's house to chat, so she saw him working in the kitchen with her own eyes.

Ma Shi's mother knew from the beginning that this plate of fried golden and fragrant Sanzi was made by he's mother who was said to be crazy.

To tell the truth, at first sight, when he's working with her head down, Ma's mother can't believe it: "she's crazy? How can it be!"

When Mrs. Ma was in the countryside, she saw madmen making trouble in the village next door.

Shouting, beating and kicking, two or three people can't subdue, and a pair of congested eyes make people feel scared.

However, in front of the him's mother, she is very quiet, quieter than ordinary middle-aged women.

At most, when she sees herself as a stranger, he mother will try her best to shrink back, dodge her eyes and unconsciously buckle her hands.

Ma Shi's mother doesn't know the difference between depression and neuropathy, but she just feels that he's not really crazy.

In the face of such a frightened mother he, Mrs. Ma felt pity instead of any fear and disgust.

Now she has become a door-to-door neighbor. Ma Shimu has no job and is happy to help.

"Thank you, Ma Shimu!"

He Jingtian is very grateful for the sincerity of Ma Shimu.

It's still a good time. Neighbors are like relatives.

It's like later generations. They have lived door-to-door for several years and don't know who they are!

He Jingtian had too many feelings when he was reborn, and what moved him most was the relationship between people in this era.

Simple and kind, intimate and natural.

It is precisely knowing that this era is human and that He Jing has the confidence to rent a house with his crazy mother.

Otherwise, he would have to send his mother to a mental health center.

"Mom, I'm going to class. Stay at home by yourself."

After working hard for several days, he finally settled down in the faculty dormitory. He Jingtian gave up his leave and went back to class.

Before he went out, he told his mother carefully, "don't touch the gas and don't go out casually. If there's any trouble, just shout. Mrs. menma is at home."

"Ma Shimu, you've met. I specially introduced you. Do you remember?"

His mother bowed her head and clasped her fingers. She wanted to hold her son's clothes, but she was afraid to delay his son's school.

Hearing her son mention the horse teacher's mother, he asked her "do you remember?" he mother Fei quickly raised her head, looked at the door, forced a little, and the weak gnats spit out two words, "remember."

She is a good man. She has a bad mind, but she can keenly feel the good and evil of people.

The fat sister across the door, although her voice was very loud, his mother was startled when she first saw her, but soon, he mother felt the kindness of others.

"OK, just remember! If you have anything, call Ma Shimu!"

He Jingtian patiently told me again and again.

"... HMM!" he Mu nodded gently.

In fact, what she thought was that when her son left, she would close the door and she would not run out or let anyone in.

Although this place is strange, it somehow gives her a sense of security.

Because here, there are only her and her son. No one will scold her or beat her.

As long as she is obedient, her son will always guard her.

This feeling is really great.

He mother felt the relaxation and safety she had never had before!

When her son wants to go out, he mother can't stop him. Then she will close the door, stay alone, clean for a living, cook, and wait for her son to come back!

Mrs. Ma is very nice, but Mrs. he is used to guarding everything. She can't believe anyone except her son.

"Oh, by the way, I bought a piece of cloth. Mom, if you feel nothing to do at home, help me make a pair of pants."

"In addition, you can learn to knit sweaters. You can knit sweaters for Mrs. menma. You can learn from her. Other students have sweaters woven by their mother. I want them too!"

Recently, he Jingtian stayed with his mother almost every day.

He found that when his mother was busy working, she was actually very normal.

Instead, when she was left alone and did nothing, she would be trembling and jumpy.

So, let's find something for her.

In fact, with the development of economy, people are used to buying ready-made clothes. Except in rural areas or some towns with poor economic conditions, few urban people can't buy their own clothes.

Young people like he Jingtian also prefer ready-made clothes with novel styles and bright colors bought in department stores or in the free market.

Once he Jingtian, on the surface, did not feel inferior for his birth in a mountain village, but he wore his own clothes and shoes in his first year of college.

After his sophomore year, he Jingtian began to wear jeans and sneakers like those urban students in his class!

Now he told his mother to let her cut clothes for herself. More often, he would find something to do for his mother. He may not really want to wear that kind of dirty clothes.

He's a real mother. She quickly raises her head and says with bright eyes, "OK! Mom makes pants for you. She will also learn to knit sweaters from Mrs. Ma!"

His mother was still afraid of meeting people, but she was willing to take that step for her son.

In particular, his son said that "other students have it, and I want it too", which pierced the heart of he mother.

Yes, other children have it, and so does my son!

Recently, life has been comfortable. He mother has been taking medicine. She may not be aware of it. Her eyes are becoming clearer and clearer.

More and more pictures flashed in her mind.

After he Jingtian left, his mother cut clothes and sewed trousers. She was busy for most of the day.

At noon, he Jingtian came back and had dinner from the canteen. His mother and son ate. He Jingtian went to the study alone to translate the manuscript brought from the publishing house, while he mother continued to cut clothes.

In the small rented house, there is intoxicating warmth and peace