335. Which surname is it?

When Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo went back, in addition to Shen Youchu and Aning, yesterday's groom also came with his bride to see them off, carrying local specialties in his hands.

Chen Hansheng shook hands and hugged them with a smile, and accepted the local specialties without any hesitation, but did not leave them a promise.

Looking at the four people standing stupidly at the entrance of the alley, Wang Zibo thought that Shen Youchu and little Aning had reasons to wait there, but the young bride and groom did not need to, because Chen Hansheng was too lazy to even ask their names.

"Why is Xiao Chen's heart so hard?"

Wang Zibo thought silently in his heart.

The two of them changed trains all the way to Chengdu. This time, even Wang Zibo took the initiative to buy gifts for Lu Yuzhen. He went back a day later, and maybe he could get less scolded if he brought some gifts.

"Old Chen can't be ignored either."

Chen Hansheng remembered that there was also his father, and smacked his lips and bought four more cigarettes, all of which were local cigarettes from Sichuan and Chongqing, such as Jiaozi and Yuxi.

Wang Zibo saw it and bought four packs as well.

Chen Hansheng was worried that the cigarettes were fake, so he thought for a while and said to Wang Zibo: "Zibo, tear up your dad's cigarettes for me to smoke, so as not to buy fake cigarettes."

"Fuck! What do you mean by tear up my dad's cigarettes?"

Wang Zibo said dissatisfiedly: "Can't you just finish your words? Tear up the cigarettes given to my dad and try one."

"It's the same meaning, why are you so nitpicking?"

"No! If you want to smoke, smoke your own ones."

"Look at how stingy you are."

"I'm happy."

The two complained to each other and boarded the plane back to Gangcheng. They arrived at their hometown in just a nap. Standing at the familiar entrance of Hualian Shopping Mall, Wang Zibo felt like he was dreaming.

In the morning, he was still in Sichuan and Chongqing thousands of kilometers away, touching the dog and the big cat, teasing Xiao Aning, and now he has returned to his hometown in the evening.

If it weren't for the cool breeze, Wang Zibo would always think he was still in a dream.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Chen Hansheng waved and called a taxi: "Then take a taxi back by yourself. Don't look for me these two days. I won't be home even if you look for me."

"Oh, oh."

Wang Zibo waved goodbye in confusion and took out a cigarette and smoked it. He felt that this year had passed too quickly, but he also gained a lot.

"I have a girlfriend, I have money, I can buy gifts for my parents, and I didn't fail the exams."

Wang Zibo looked down at the big and small bags: "At least it's a good year."

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Chen Hansheng didn't have so many feelings. He trotted back home. Chen Zhaojun was sitting on the sofa watching sports programs.

He didn't turn on the lights either. Only the light of the color TV was flickering in the living room.

"Why don't you turn on the lights all the time?"

The first thing Chen Hansheng did when he got home was to change his slippers, and then turn on the lights with a "click". The first sentence was not a greeting, but a "heartbroken blame".

"Old Chen, is your family short of this little bit of electricity? Don't ask me to buy you reading glasses in the future!"

"It's more comfortable to look at it with the lights off."

Chen Zhaojun replied, silently looking at his son.

In fact, Chen Hansheng missed Old Chen a lot when he saw him, after all, the last time he saw him was in November, but he also developed such a habit. He put down his luggage first, walked around the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, and found that Liang Meijuan was not there, so he said a famous saying.

"Dad, where's my mom?"

Old Chen didn't care: "Knowing that you're coming back today, she went out to buy groceries. Maybe she ran into a colleague or neighbor and was chatting."

Chen Hansheng curled his lips: "You don't even care about your own son coming home."

Seeing that Chen Hansheng was about to go back to the bedroom to sleep, Chen Zhaojun stopped him: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Old Chen's face was rarely serious. Chen Hansheng thought about it and took the cigarette first: "Dad, I'm honoring you."

"Oh."

Old Chen took it and looked at it, then put the cigarette on the coffee table and waited for his son to come out of the kitchen to wash cucumbers.

"It's so cold, you have to eat these raw fruits and vegetables."

Although Old Chen had something to talk about, he was still worried that Chen Hansheng would get a stomachache when he saw him eating raw cucumbers like this.

"It's fine as long as you feel good."

Chen Hansheng sat down on the sofa, his wet hands directly around Lao Chen's shoulders, his eyes fixed on the women's volleyball match on TV, chewing a cucumber and saying, "Come to me for anything."

In fact, Chen Zhaojun was quite pleased with his son's attitude. Liang Meijuan was a strict mother at home, so he was not suitable to have a stern face. Therefore, Chen Hansheng was not afraid of Lao Chen from childhood to adulthood, but was very afraid of Liang Meijuan.

"How much money did you make this year?"

Lao Chen worked in a government agency and generally would not ask about privacy directly like this, but this was his son, so there was no obstacle.

"More than 800,000 yuan, originally more than 900,000 yuan, the bonus was a bit scattered, and another employee had to be equipped with a 200,000 yuan car."

In terms of money, Chen Hansheng would not lie to his biological father. He did not even think about why Lao Chen asked this. In short, his money was his parents' money.

"So much?"

Lao Chen was a little surprised.

"Well, maybe more next year."

Chen Hansheng was watching TV at home without a proper sitting posture. He took off his shoes and leaned on the coffee table. Suddenly, he bumped into something with a "ding ding ding" sound.

Chen Zhaojun reminded: "Don't break the bracelet your mother just bought, otherwise she will scold you again."

Chen Hansheng picked it up and took a look: "This is obviously made of broken materials left over from making jade. I will go to the jewelry store to buy her a real one tomorrow. It's so stingy."

"None of this matters."

Chen Zhaojun looked at his son and asked: "Did you go to send Xiao Shen off again?"

"Yeah."

Chen Hansheng nodded and admitted it. Liang Meijuan knew about it.

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

Chen Zhaojun sighed: "I am optimistic about the daughter of the old Xiao family. This girl is beautiful, tall, polite, and has good academic performance. She saw me and your mother on the street two days ago and insisted on buying us each a down jacket. The most important thing is that our two families know each other well."

Chen Hansheng stopped talking and listened quietly.

"But."

Chen Zhaojun shook his head: "Your mother likes Shen Youchu more, of course she has her own reasons, of course I like Xiao Shen too, now it's your attitude."

"If you choose Xiao Shen, then we will make it clear to Lao Xiao, so that the two families will not become enemies; if you choose Xiao Xiao, then you must break up with Xiao Shen as soon as possible."

Chen Zhaojun issued an ultimatum: "So, you must come up with a result."

How could Chen Hansheng choose? He said impatiently: "Dad, wouldn't it be nice if you have time to go to Gangcheng Academy of Fine Arts to write some words? This is my own private matter, I can handle it."

"Then how do you plan to deal with it?"

"Let me think about it."

"Can you make up your mind before the New Year?"

"I'm sleepy, Dad, I'm going back to sleep first."

Chen Hansheng wanted to escape again, Lao Chen had no choice, and finally had to change his way: "Then tell me first, who do you like, so that when I meet Lao Xiao in the future, I know what attitude to use to deal with it."

Chen Hansheng thought that if he didn't give an answer today, it would be useless, so he dipped his finger in water and wrote a surname on the mahogany coffee table.

Who knew that after Old Chen finished reading, this middle-aged and elderly man with no temper, angrily slapped the coffee table.

With a "ding" sound, one of the bracelets bought by Liang Meijuan was directly broken.

"Damn it."

Chen Hansheng was startled and quickly moved away from the scene of the accident: "Dad, you broke it, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Chen Hansheng run back to the bedroom to sleep, Old Chen looked at the two-piece bracelet with a worried look on his face.

After Chen Hansheng returned to the bedroom, he looked here and there. Because he stayed up late last night and traveled today, he really fell on the bed and took a nap.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he heard someone talking in the living room, and the familiar footsteps. It was Queen Mother Liang who came back. Chen Hansheng quickly got up and went to pay his respects.

As a result, before Chen Hansheng opened the bedroom door, he heard Old Chen explaining the broken bracelet.

"Let it be broken. Han Sheng finally came home. He was careless. It's not that expensive anyway. Why not just pretend it never happened and not add to the psychological burden on the child..."