Chapter 39 It's pitiful to see him

The parent-child drama continues~! Cruel mommy, how can you be impressed by the little ghost? No more nonsense, read the article:

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The first few episodes of Gamer have received a warm response from the audience. Live-action game art programs are relatively rare in the domestic entertainment industry, giving people a full sense of freshness. Coupled with Hua Tianxiu's critical work attitude, the setting of every detail is amazing. The perfect cooperation and astute performance of several hosts are also admirable. The program is broadcast at 8 o'clock every Friday night, and it cooperates with several major video websites. It has only been broadcast for a month, and it has been well received and widely known.

The initial workload of the program is very large. In addition to the normal recording of the program, it is also necessary to shoot promotional videos and posters every day. Filming for three consecutive weeks, the pocket wears stars and moons every day, and the time to go home adds up to no more than 24 hours. He often lies directly in the car after work, waiting for the program team to knock on the door, and then busy shooting the next day.

After recording the program to be broadcast next month, the host had a two-day free vacation. He habitually got into the car, changed the clothes of the program, wrapped in a shawl and fell asleep. Until Hu Yue woke her up with a loud voice and hard shaking.

"Wake up, wake up! It's a holiday now. Why are you still like a dead man?

The pocket rubbed his eyes in a daze. Thinking that he had to face the kid when he went home, he felt very uncomfortable. She muttered, "If you want to go, you go first."

"What does it mean to go first? It's okay. I'll take you home first.

"Don't go home." Pocket said in a lazy and firm tone.

In the studio behind their car, Hua Tianxiu's eyes glanced at them inadvertently from time to time. After suspending the meeting, he stood not far away, staring at the two noisy shadows in the car. There was a helpless wry smile at the corners of his mouth. Shen Pocket, the program consumed so much energy, and he still had the energy to beat people when he was resting.

Seeing the staff gradually disperse, Hua Tianxiu was about to lift his steps when he saw a middle-aged woman coming over. She wears a plain tweed short coat, and there is not much decoration on her coat and hat. She has a beautiful face and a light posture.

That's Sun Fangzhi. I came to visit the class today. I know that several hosts usually take good care of pocket money and brought them some snacks. When Hu Yue saw Shen's mother coming, she bowed her head and greeted her. She looked well-behaved. When pocket saw her mother coming, she quickly got out of the car.

"Mom, why are you here?" There was hesitation in the pocket tone.

The smile at the corners of Hua Tianxiu's mouth gradually faded, and his face was gloomy. It turned out that she was Shen Pocket's mother. Hua Tianxiu's heart seemed to be crushed by a big stone, and he was weightless. It was not until Han Lu came to remind him of the meeting time that he turned around and left.

Sun Fangzhi got into the car and began to nag about the pocket. Bad girl, don't go home early during the holiday. If you don't come back, your mother won't recognize you!"

"Hi, Mom..."

Hu Yue said, "That's right. Fortunately, there is a little baby at home now. Why don't you die lonely?"

The little baby in Hu Yue's mouth refers to nameless. Nameless has already lived in a pocket house, which is also the family of a public figure. It doesn't make sense without a name. My mother has thought of a good way. My mother sincerely turned to the Buddha. With the help of Yuheng, she said that the nameless was the adopted son recognized by her mother under the guidance of the Buddha. On the one, it is the satisfaction of meritoriousness with "fate theory", and on the other, it is also an explanation of the deceased old slave.

This mention is nameless, and the pocket heart is even more entangled. Seeing that her face was wrong, Sun Fangzhi had to say to Hu Yue, "She is angry. She is jealous of little children and refuses to go home!"

"How can a sister be jealous of her brother? You are so childish!" Hu Yue said.

Childish? Humph, the little boy talked about her, and now it's Hu Yue's turn to talk about her. Pocket threw the shawl over Hu Yue's head and roared, "Who is childish?"

"Wh-h, say no and say no!" Hu Yue said and dodged. She looked at Sun Fangzhi in the mirror and smiled speechlessly.

After sending pocket and Sun Fangzhi home, Hu Yue left. He walked in front of him without saying a word. Sun Fangzhi took her arm from behind and whispered, "No matter how annoying it is, it doesn't make sense if you don't go home. You are your mother and his two relatives. Do you still want to sleep on the street?

"Mom, I know, I just can't get used to it." He said helplessly. With her mother, she can't be stubborn.

"What's wrong with adapting? Just a little big child. If he is happy, he will tease him. If he is unhappy, he will hang him there. He will also play with himself.

Pocket sighed and said nothing.

When she was about to get to the corridor, Sun Fangzhi said earnestly, "Mom knows that you hate him, but the child is innocent. The child has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of Hua Tianxiu, the pocket just wants to bite his lips. Fortunately, my mother usually watches less entertainment news, and she doesn't have much contact with the entertainment industry. If she knows that she is working under her old enemy, can't she be beaten to death?

Before entering the room, he heard the sound of opening the door. A small head poked out of the door and greeted pocket excitedly. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the fragrance of flowers.

"What does it taste like?" Pocket looked at her mother suspiciously.

"Your favorite feng ah. If you don't plant it, it's not the season. Mom went to the balcony and watered the flowers.

The pocket heart is faintly painful, and it is also a cyanointh. She took the water bottle in her mother's hand and said, "Mom, don't keep it. I don't like it."

"Today, I went to the flower market with my mother-in-law to buy flowers. My mother-in-law said that she liked it." The nameless raised his face and said to her, her white and tender face was as round as a balloon. There was a pleading in his eyes.

Little boy. Pocket picked up the scissors next to her and cut off the flowers. The watery flowers were instantly broken and saved in her hand. She said coldly, "This can prove that I don't like it, right?"

The nameless face was a little surprised, and her expression was slightly angry. She saw her mother-in-law patted her pocket shoulder, scolded the girl, quickly pulled the corners of her mother-in-law's clothes, and said, "Mother-in-law, I'm hungry. What do you want to eat at night?"

When the dishes were served, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes. She is so tired that as long as her limbs stop exercising, she will be trapped. A small hand gently rested on her shoulder, and she subconsciously opened her eyelids and saw the nameless.

"Pocket, are you going to sleep without eating?"

Pocket did not reply to him, and his eyes were half closed.

The nameless put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "But there is no crisp noodles in the refrigerator."

Humph, is this boy provoking her?

"You don't like to eat with me. I'll wait until you finish eating. Don't eat crisp noodles. My mother-in-law said it was junk food.

Looking at the little grievances in his eyes, his pocket heart is a little soft. How can this be what a 7-year-old child said? Pocket sighed and said faintly, "Let's go to dinner."

The nameless raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Really? All right!" With that, he rushed to the kitchen and shouted at the top of her voice, "Mother-in-law, I want to eat without a name!"

Pocket sat in the corner of the table, across from his mother, far away from nameless. The child was very attentive when eating. He held the bowl in one hand and used chopsticks in the bowl in the other. He looked very interested. After a meal, there were rice grains on both sides of his cheeks. Pocket eyes even glanced at him from time to time. She slowly calmed down and sent a big mouthful of the dish to her mouth, but she couldn't taste anything.

Sun Fangzhi picked up a tissue and wiped the rice on her face. She looked at the pocket and quietly said in her mother-in-law's ear, "Mother-in-law, pocket should also be wiped."

Sun Fangzhi also turned her head and looked at her. While wiping off the residue on her chin, she said, "Are you a funnel?"

Pocket chinned his chin, touched his hand, and really touched the residue under his mouth. She stared at the nameless angrily and saw the nameless smile secretly: "funnel? Hahaha!"

It seems that children can laugh for a long time when the wind blows, but they can't eat without a name. They hold their stomachs and smile. When he smiled, the meat on both sides of his cheeks bulged, and his mouth cracked far away, which made people laugh. Seeing pocket, she squeezed her lips and smiled secretly. Sun Fangzhi sat upright, scooped up a bowl of soup and drank it. She got up and said, "Mom, there are still some documents to deal with. You can take the bowl."

"Eh?" Pocket read a sentence dissatisfiedly and said half coquettishly, "Mom, don't go. After this day, my tired hands are exhausted. I don't know if I will fall the bowl later.

"If you have the strength to be on TV, you don't have the strength to wash the dishes? Mom, why are you here to raise you? Mom doesn't think so.

The nameless person stopped laughing and volunteered to say, "It doesn't matter. I'm here!"

"You?"

Pocket washed one bowl after another, and handed it to the nameless standing next to him one by one. I took it nameless and carefully put it into the cupboard in the cabinet. The last time I entered the kitchen was at Hua Tianxiu's house a few months ago, I remembered that my feet were pierced into the fragments and shed so much blood. I was really a little scared.

"Pocket, you can give me two more bowls at a time." Nameless.

She was stunned for a moment and said, "No."

"It doesn't matter. I can do it. I can move it." Wu Ming seemed to be showing off something, he said excitedly.

Pocket found that the child spoke in a very high tone, as if he would always be happy. She suppressed her annoyance and said in a low voice, "I said no."

"When you are in school, you have to wash the dishes by yourself without a name. It's just too high for me to reach.

Pocket said in an impatient tone, "What's more, just get out!"

Without a name, he put the bowl into the cupboard without saying a word. Suddenly, with a "cled" sound, she hurriedly turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just wrong." The nameless said with a guilty expression, while carefully folding the wrong plate. Pocket calmed down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It happens to be Friday, turn on the TV, and Gamer is on the air. By the way, she hasn't watched her own program yet! Pocket sat on the carpet and leaned against the coffee table to watch himself in the TV. While watching, he said to himself, "Well, no, my mouth is laughing too open... Ha ha, this line is good! ...Dead German dog, how dare you scold me! ......”

Sitting next to her namelessly, looking at the pocket, and then at her in the TV, he said, "Pocket, this person looks like you."

"This person is me."

"But isn't her name Sister Po?" Nameless pointed to the TV and asked.

Pocket pocket put down the remote control and looked at him, as if he were popularizing knowledge. He said word by word, "Listen, I'm 'Sister Po', and 'Sister Po' is me."

Looking at her incredulously, she came to the front of the TV again. Her body followed her ups and downs in the TV. After a while, she turned around, stared her eyes wide, and said in surprise, "Wow! It's really you!"

The pocket was slightly proud, and he squeezed his lips and smiled.

Pocket jumped up and down in the program, sometimes shouting, sometimes fouling, making the nameless laugh. After laughing for a while, the nameless thought of something. He looked at the pocket with hesitant eyes and said, "The pocket, I think you are different from the TV."

Can it be the same? One is reality and the other is a program. Pocket asked casually, "What's the difference?"

The nameless squeezed his mouth, bowed his head and played with the patchworked Rubik's Cube, and said, "I don't know. It just feels different."

Well, does the kid still know what "feeling" is? Pocket was shocked by his amazing words again and again, but he just said lazily, "What's so strange about this? Aren't you different from other children?"

"It's not that different." Say it seriously without a name.

"What kind is that?"

"Can I say it?" The nameless stopped playing with the gadget in his hand and stared at her and asked.

Before the program was finished, Pocket just wanted to escape. She turned off the TV, got up and said, "Whatever you want."

"You look better outside the TV." Wu Ming looked at her back as she walked into the room and whispered.

Pocket pulled his heart and slowly closed the door. After a long time, he opened the door and saw the kid kneeling in front of the sofa and falling asleep. He wore a striped sweater and pajamas, wrapping his thin body tightly like a caterpillar. The curtains swayed, and the pocket hand gently rested on the handle. He hesitated to hug him into the room and saw that his mother had walked over.

The night outside the window is confused. Sitting in a daze in a daze, Yuheng called.

His anxious voice came from the phone: "Do you know what you are doing? That's Hua Tianxiu's program!"