Chapter 165 Chivalrous and Martial Arts jin

"My son complained as soon as he came back, as if I was deducting you. Here, let you eat enough, so that your son really doesn't think I'm bullying his father!" Before Zhang Weidong could speak, Yang Yuanjing had already caught a large piece of braised pork to block Zhang Guodong's mouth.

Seeing this, Zhang Weidong laughed and said, "Mom, you can bully me. Anyway, Dad said it, and I'm still in the same camp as you."

"Good boy, I love you for nothing!" Zhang Guodong was so depressed that he raised his hand to knock on Zhang Weidong's head, but Yang Yuanjing had already stood majestically in front of him with a shovel. With his eyes stared, Zhang Guodong immediately put down his hand obediently.

At this time, Yang Yuanjing turned around and looked at his son with a smile and said, "My son is the best for me. He is not like your father. He knows how to call your mother in his life, and he doesn't know how to be grateful!"

Zhang Weidong smiled and said to Zhang Guodong, "Dad, have you heard it? Mom has a problem."

Zhang Guodong stared at Zhang Weidong fiercely when he heard the words, and then said, "Ok, I know. I'm a third-class citizen in this family."

"You are still a little self-akoned. Wei Dong went to the living room to watch the TV and eat some fruit first. Mom can cook two more dishes and have dinner." Yang Yuanjing proudly glanced at Zhang Guodong, and then turned to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Weidong said hello with a smile, then put his hand around Zhang Guodong's neck and said with a smile, "Dad, go to the living room. I brought you a set of clothes. Try it."

When Zhang Guodong heard the words, he smiled and showed off to Yang Yujing: "Do you hear me? My son bought me a suit.

He swaggered to the living room with his son as if he had won a battle. Yang Yuanjing smiled and shook his head, but his face was full of happiness.

Zhang Weidong's home is two bedrooms and one living room, and the dining room and living room are two in one. Although the rooms and halls are not big and the sofas are a little old, they give people a sense of neatness and exquisiteness. Obviously, Yang Yuanjing is not only a great people's teacher, but also a good wife and mother.

Zhang Guodong is not used to formal clothes, so Zhang Weidong bought him a set of Lilang's business casual clothes that are simple but not simple, which is easy and casual to wear and can show the majesty of the teacher's watch.

As soon as Zhang Guodong felt just right, he happily ran to the kitchen to show off to Yang Yuanjing.

"How's it going? The clothes my son bought for me are not bad, right?" Zhang Guodong asked.

"Of course, my son's purchase is still bad." Yang Yuanjing looked at her new husband and said proudly.

Zhang Guodong couldn't refute this, but he felt that he couldn't find the scene. After thinking about it, he turned his head and shouted to Zhang Weidong, who was picking up vegetables in the living room, "Weidong's clothes are a lot of money, right?"

"One thousand five." Zhang Weidong went back. If it hadn't been for the school [luck] meeting soon after the National Day, Zhang Weidong would not have dared to spend so much money.

Zhang Guodong is a real person. Despite the previous orders, others privately run cram schools and try their best to earn students' money. He is just teaching diligently, and he never happens to set up a name to charge students for make-up lessons. Even if there are really students with poor grades and can't do without tutoring, he never collects money. Therefore, Zhang Guodong's death salary is not high, about 2,000 yuan a month. So it's usually relatively frugal. When I heard that this set of clothes cost 1,500 yuan, I couldn't help but be shocked.

But soon Zhang Guodong had to show off. He shook his clothes and said to Yang Yuanjing, "Do you hear me? One thousand and five, it's almost in time for my monthly salary. This son is"

Yang Yuanjing has lived with Zhang Guodong for most of his life. How could he not know what he was going to say later? Hearing this, he couldn't help giving him a blank look and said, "Where's the teacher? I think you are very vulgar. Why is it good that the clothes my son bought for you are expensive? What if they are cheaper?

Zhang Guodong didn't expect that if he couldn't show off, he would become a layman. However, he was reasonable, so he had to say, "You can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour."

Not to mention that Yang Yujing's heart is really a little sad. You said that this son finally grew up and began to work to make money. As soon as he got home, he bought something for his father and didn't buy anything for his mother. Can he not be sour?

At this time, Zhang Weidong came over with a pair of women's women and smiled, "Mom, I can't pick out your clothes, so I bought you a pair of u-bi shoes. These shoes are very safe, and you won't be tired after standing for a long time. I heard that former U.S. President George W.

This time, Yang Yujing's heart was finally balanced. Zhang Guodong glanced blankly and said, "Do you hear me, American goods! Let the son go first and wait for his mother to cook before wearing it. We don't have to show off when someone wears a set of clothes.

"Culing foreign countries." Zhang Guodong muttered in a low voice.

Zhang Weidong finally couldn't help laughing when he heard the words. When Zhang Guodong and Yang Yuanjing saw their son laughing, they looked at each other, and then couldn't help laughing.

Laughter floated out of the room and echoed over the dormitory building.

The dinner was very rich, with fish, meat, shrimp and crabs, almost all meat. It really answered Zhang Guodong's words. If you really want to eat like this every day, you must be poor.

Because of cultivation, although Zhang Weidong does not eat fireworks in the world, his taste is still much lighter than before. But looking at the dishes specially prepared for him by his mother on the table, he didn't find them greasy at all, and he ate them with great relish.

After dinner, Zhang Weidong rushed to wash the dishes but was pushed back to the living room by his mother.

After washing the dishes, the family sat in the living room, and his parents began to ask Zhang Weidong about the university. Zhang Weidong picked some happy things to tell him. For example, Vice President Qin Hong valued him very much and appointed him as the deputy leader of the research group as soon as he went there. As for the matter of worshipping with the old principal, it was a little too strange and absurd. He was afraid that his parents would scold him for not big or small, and he dared not say it when they bowed to someone in his or sevens. As for the deputy [book] of the provincial party committee, Zhang Weidong did not dare to say anything. Both parents are ordinary people's teachers. Now their lives are plain but happy. If they really want to suddenly tell their son what deputy of the provincial party committee [book] they have a relationship with, it will disrupt their peaceful life, and even make them worry about it. It's better to have more than less.

Seeing that his son's work in school is going well, he has to be valued by the leader as soon as he goes there. Zhang Guodong and Yang Yuanjing are naturally so happy that they can't close their mouths. However, in addition to being happy, Zhang Guodong did not forget to warn his son to guard against arrogance and impatience, work steadily, and be a proper person. On the contrary, Yang Yujing is more concerned about her son's food, clothing and rest. He told him that although work is important, the first important thing is health.

Seeing his mother lift his body, Zhang Weidong felt that it was time to talk to his parents about cutting hair and washing marrow. He thought about it in his heart. Zhang Weidong said, "Dad, Mom, do you remember what I taught you to practice seven years ago?"

"Say, that almost meditated and my lumbar disc was herniated." Yang Yuanjing glanced at Zhang Weidong angrily and smiled.

"Weidong, you're not still practicing, are you? Don't do that." Zhang Guodong is a little worried that Zhang Weidong will go astray.

However, before Zhang Guodong finished his words, his eyes bulged and stared at Zhang Weidong's hand.

Zhang Weidong was holding a dollar coin in his hand, but at this time, the dollar had been pinched into a ball.

"This!" Soon Yang Yuanjing also found the abnormality, staring at Zhang Weidong's hand, with an incredible and shocked face.

"It may be a little strange, but most of what I said to you before is actually true. I accidentally got a set of practice skills. In the past, I didn't know why anyone could practice. Later, I learned that this set of skills was only suitable for people with physique like me, and most people were not suitable for practice.

So don't be surprised, your son is now a real martial arts master. Zhang Weidong said with a straight face. He originally wanted to say that he was a practitioner, but after all, it was too scary, and it was estimated that it was difficult for his parents to understand and accept it. It was better to say that martial arts masters were easier to accept.

Even so, after Zhang Weidong finished speaking, his parents still couldn't recover for a long time. After a while, Zhang Guodong shivered out a coin from his pocket, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and handed it to Zhang Weidong and said, "Take this down and let me have a look."

Zhang Weidong couldn't help looking at his father with tears and laughter and said, "You don't think my coin is fake, do you?"

With

, Zhang Weidong took the new coin and pinched it casually, and then handed it to his father with the old coin.

Zhang Guodong trembled and took the coin. Like a bitter scholar, he studied with Yang Yujing for a long time before looking up at Zhang Weidong again.

" Even such a hard coin is pinched into mud, so my son is really the same as what he wrote in martial arts novels. Is he a peerless master?" Yang Yuanjing asked with a surprised face.

Zhang Weidong nodded and said proudly, "Of course."

"Does that mean that you can poke a person with one finger?" However, Zhang Guodong's expression was completely opposite to that of Yang Yujing, but with a solemn and worried face.

Listening to her husband's words, the surprise on Yang Yujing's face also turned into solemnity and worry in an eye.

As there is an old saying, Confucianism is forbidden by literature, and chivalry is forbidden by martial arts. Zhang Weidong knew what they were worried about as soon as he saw his parents' expressions. He couldn't help but be secretly grateful. Fortunately, he didn't say anything about cultivation. Otherwise, they would not worry that their son would lose his temper

"Weidong, you are so good at martial arts now, so don't be young and fight with others. If you really want to kill someone, it will not only hurt others, but also hurt yourself!" Sure enough, Yang Yuanjing began to speak earnestly.

"What your mother said is exactly what I'm worried about. It's good to have good martial arts, but your mother and I don't really care whether your martial arts are good or not, as long as you can be safe and healthy. Zhang Guodong followed.

Zhang Weidong's nose couldn't help but feel a little sore when he heard the words. The simplest and deepest love in the world is the love of parents for their children.

"Mom, it's not that you don't know your son. As for my personality, do you think you look like a tough person? I have been practicing for the past seven years. In fact, the main purpose is to strengthen my body. Zhang Weidong gently touched his sore nose and hurriedly comforted.