"It's true." The little guy chuckled.
Cheng yingxuan looks at another glass of red wine on the tea table. "Cheng Xiaobao, although the Lafite in 1982 is a high-grade and good red wine, you are a child. You have enough to pay for the meal just now. You can't drink more. You are growing up, drinking is not good for children's health. "
"I'm not a kid." "Xiao Bao mumbles," or listen to mom's words do not drink. "
"Why do you pour two if you don't drink?"
"There's one for my dad." Xiaobao's eyebrow was filled with infinite sadness. "A man as good as my father can give birth to such a smart son as me. Mom, you can have a drink with my dad
It's serious.
The cool night wind just blew in from the balcony, bringing a chill.
Cheng yingxuan shivered. If she hadn't known that Xiaobao's father was Yan shiting, she would have thought that a ghost would come to drink, "I've had a drink with your father."
"When did it happen?" Xiao Bao asked, "did my father drink red wine with you before he died?"
"Well." Today, at the dinner table, Yan shiting had a drink. He's not dead. He's alive.
"That's certainly not as expensive as the wine tonight." Xiaobao rubbed the red wine bottle with his hands bored, "Mom, where is my father's grave? I'll bring some red wine to my father's grave another day. It's just a little token of filial piety. "
In front of Yan shiting, pour him a cup from left to right, and the memorial ceremony is over. Her son is so clever that she dare not say, "if you have this intention. Don't ask about your father. "
Cheng Xiaobao thought his mother was sad for his father's death, so he wisely did not mention it.
Bang bang!
Thunder and lightning flashed and it rained heavily outside.
Mother and son were watching TV at home. At about 11:00 p.m., Cheng yingxuan's mobile phone rang and answered a phone call from the construction site.
Although today is Saturday, the construction site will not be shut down because of the weekend, and even often start pouring concrete at night.
She is a senior construction engineer and technical director. As long as the technicians and constructors below have anything uncertain, they need to follow her command.
Hang up the phone, she touched the next Cheng Xiaobao's head, "baby, mother is going out."
The little guy is used to his mother's work. He often goes out in the middle of the night, "but it's raining outside and it's so late. Can't we not go?"
"There is something uncertain on the construction site, many workers are waiting, there is no way." She picked up an umbrella and went out in flat shoes.
"Mom, be safe on the way. Come back early." The little guy told me uneasily.
"Well." Cheng yingxuan asked, "honey, are you afraid of being alone at home?"
"Not afraid." Xiao Bao shook his head. "I'm worried about you."
"Mom will come back early. Go to sleep
"Oh." The little guy went to the balcony, stood on the 15th floor, looked down, silently watched his mother driving out of the community.
Oh. He sighed, knowing that it was not easy for his mother to make money, but he was young, and no matter how distressed he was, he could only hope to grow up quickly.
He picked up his own small mobile phone and dialed Yan shiting's mobile phone number. Originally, he intended to ring twice. If the other party didn't answer, he hung up.
Who knows only one sound, Yan shiting picked up, "who?"
Uncle Yan, it's me
"Xiaobao? Is this your number? "
"Yes." The little guy nodded.
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