Chapter 252 Monk, I Don’t Want to Be a Monk
Lu Ming didn't respond right away, and said, "I'll ask Xinyi for her opinion, and I'll get back to you later."

Meng Ruohua on the other end of the conversation seemed to be choked, with a strange expression on his face, and he agreed after a long time, but felt inexplicably lost in his heart.The child grows up and becomes more independent, and the mother loses the child while rejoicing.

After the college entrance examination, Meng Ruohua cooked a table thinking that his son would go home, but unexpectedly he sent a message saying "Mom, I'm going to the Internet cafe".

If the son is as ignorant as before, Meng Ruohua can force him back with his mother's majesty, yell at him, and force him to go home and eat a table of dishes he cooked.

But the family's expenses use the bank card given by the son, and the 8000 yuan per month makes the mother's majesty fall down and become fashionable clothes and shoes.

Later, my son fell in love with Tao Xinyi, a top student, and his grades rose rapidly.

The years are passing, the children have grown up, and they have to leave home...

His son estimated a score of more than 690 in the college entrance examination. Meng Ruohua was excited for a long time at first, but then felt lost.She thought before that if her son didn't do well in the exam, she would get a score of about 650 and go to the best local university.

In this way, I can go home for dinner on Saturdays and Sundays, and it is convenient to go home during holidays, and my education is also golden.

After graduating from university, he found a local job with more money, less work, and close to home. Even if he had no achievements, he could live well with the song he wrote in his third year of high school.

If my son is admitted to Peking University, will he be a Beijing drifter after graduation, hundreds of miles away from home, and only meet each other during the Chinese New Year.

Sometimes, the child is too promising, and the parents are also very troubled.

Meng Ruohua and Lu Guofu lived in Tingcheng for many years, and only bought a house when their son was three years old. It was too hard. Jingpiao probably worked harder, so it was better to go back to his hometown.

Mother's thoughts were intertwined with the thick and fragrant chicken soup, and Meng Ruohua grinned and said to herself:
"My son can be admitted to Beijing University. My son, I trained... He was smart since he was a child, but he didn't work hard before."

Lu Guofu was lying on the sofa to relax, humming a tune comfortably, puffing out smoke with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Honey, is Xiao Ming coming back?"

"I don't know. I called him back, and he said he wanted to ask his girlfriend." Meng Ruohua said sourly, the smile on her face betrayed her true mood.

Lu Guofu nodded thoughtfully and said:

"You don't have to rush him. If he doesn't come back, he won't come back. At his age, he doesn't want to go home and wants to be with his girlfriend. When he gets to my age... he also likes to stay with his wife."

As he said that, he walked into the kitchen, thinking that there is a good dish to fry - braised carp in braised sauce.

And Meng Ruohua naturally stepped aside to help Lao Lu peel the garlic.

In the kitchen, there was the sound of "crackling" fried fish, and under the shade of the trees, the cicadas were singing "I got it, I got it."

Tao Xinyi shook Lu Ming's hand, looked at him slyly, and said softly, "Do you want to take me home, or are you not going home tonight?"

"Do you want to go home or not?"

Lu Ming looked at her with fiery eyes, his heart beating continuously, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll listen to you."

"Can you have some opinions?"

Tao Xinyi lowered her eyes slightly, and some colorful things flashed through her mind.

She thought that Lu Ming might be in danger tonight if she didn't go home, but she didn't hate it, she was just shy, and said softly: "I think your mother's chicken soup is delicious, take me home to drink it .”

"it is good……"

The word "good" was almost squeezed out of Lu Ming's throat. He had never hated a dish so much, and he struggled to maintain a calm face.

However, Tao Xinyi could still see the disappointment on his face, and said softly, "I feel like you're a little stupid, and a little dumbfounded."

Lu Ming asked solemnly: "Where am I stupid?"

"I will not tell you."

Tao Xinyi suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, and pulled Lu Ming to take the bus. In the past, when they went to see Li Xingzhou, they took the bus. The first time she hugged Lu Ming was also on the bus. Thinking about it now, her heart is still moving.

Lu Ming, who didn't ask the result, was extremely naive, and kept asking Xin Yi's ears: "How stupid am I?"

No matter how many times he asked, he never got an answer from Xin Yi. However, when Xin Yi was annoyed by the questions, she would kiss him and gag him, which made Lu Ming's heart flutter. She really looked like a pretty boy.

Where is Lu Ming stupid?
Tao Xinyi felt that he was stupid everywhere, and wanted to go to his house for dinner not for a bite of chicken soup, but to meet his parents.

Meeting parents is like introducing a new family member to a family member, showing that they will spend a lifetime with each other. She likes this feeling.If possible, Tao Xinyi would also like to take Lu Ming to meet her parents, but her family is gone, so where will the parents come from?

With the current attitude of my parents and their prejudice against Lu Ming, I don't know how many years it will take to accept him.

After Lu Ming took Xinyi to the driving school to pay the money, he sent a text message to his mother saying that he would take Xinyi home for dinner.

After receiving his son's text message, Meng Ruohua urged Lao Lu to cook more quickly, cut up the chilled watermelon and placed them on the sofa, and then busied himself sweeping the floor, feeling unspeakably nervous and restrained.

It's a pity that Lu Ming didn't see his mother's appearance at this time, he only remembered the resentment on his mother's face when she urged the marriage.

That's great, I have a girlfriend now, and in this life, I don't have to listen to my mother's urging to get married anymore.

At this time, not only would Meng Ruohua not persuade her son to get married, but she was also worried that she would become the first grandma among her peers...she didn't want to be promoted.

The No. 629 bus stopped on the platform. With a flick of the door, the door opened. Lu Ming walked in front of Xin Yi and occupied a seat.

It was close to the off-duty time, and the bus was crowded. Tao Xinyi walked unhurriedly, did not get a seat, and felt a little disappointed.

Lu Ming called Xin Yi over, stood up and signaled Xin Yi to sit in his seat.

"I want to be with you." Tao Xinyi took Lu Ming's arm, raised the corners of her mouth, and gave up the seat to a little girl, and said softly, "Anyway, it's only two stops away, so I'll take it as exercise."

Lu Ming responded and said yes, stand still, the air conditioner in the car is much cooler than the outside, and the annoyance is not diminished, the air conditioner is 16 ℃ and wearing short sleeves is useless.

In the late third year of high school, he was like Tang Monk sitting on the bed of the king of the Daughter Kingdom, preparing to break the precepts after the candles burned out.

Monks don't want to be monks, and they don't want to be monks in this life. If there is a king, who will be a monk!
Tao Xinyi held Lu Ming's arm, her fingertips traced the texture of his muscles and gently stroked the bruises left by blood donation, pressed it, and said softly: "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately, I don't feel anything."

Lu Ming looked at Xin Yi with burning eyes, and the little girl sitting next to him looked at them curiously.

The announcement of the arrival of the bus at the bus stop was announced. The two of them got off the bus without stopping, walked on the long and slightly sloping slope, and walked home in the sunshine. Even Lu Ming couldn't help but become nervous.

With Xinyi at his side, Lu Ming didn't show anything on his face, but when he arrived at the door, he became entangled.

Should I use the key to open the door, or should I knock on the door?
Tao Xinyi stretched out her warm fingers and pressed the doorbell, shaking nervously.

(End of this chapter)

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