Senior Superstar

It's still Liu Shumei's home.

During the class reunion at noon, the eldest son He Guoqiang and his wife Wang Zhen ate with a group of high school classmates for more than two hours. After dinner, they went to KTV to play until after five o'clock in the afternoon.

After making two phone calls to the old lady who failed, he returned home.

"Mom! Mom, why is your phone turned off?"

As soon as he entered the door, He Guoqiang yelled.

But it was different from the old lady who went to the door when she heard the noise in the morning, this time, no one answered.

"well?"

Seeing that the room was quiet and the lights were not turned on for the New Year's Eve, He Guoqiang and his wife looked at each other: "The old lady is not at home?"

"I can't, is she sleeping? Where can she go when it's Chinese New Year's Eve?"

"Mother?"

He Guoqiang also felt that this was the case after hearing what his wife said, but he was beckoning, and when he went to the bedroom to see it, he was completely dumbfounded.

In the old lady's bedroom, the quilts were neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and the small single bed that was 1.2 meters wide was empty. How could anyone be there?

"well?!"

Seeing this scene, He Guoqiang was stunned: "Where did this old lady go?"

"Could it be that you went shopping for groceries? Wait a minute? Guoqiang, come over and have a look. There is a letter on the table! It seems to be left by my mother!"

Hearing his wife's "Yeah", He Guoqiang hurried to the kitchen, put the most conspicuous place on the dining table, picked up the letter "Mum left" on the envelope, and opened it, and saw the first few sentences of the letter...

He Guoqiang was taken aback!

Immediately, his eyes turned red.

"Mom, what kind of monster are you doing? What kind of letter did you leave in a good manner? What did you write?"

Facing his wife's inquiry, He Guoqiang covered his mouth and stuffed the letter into his wife's hand.

"Guoqiang, Guoxing, Guoming; Mom is very happy that you can go home for the New Year. But your performance after you came back made me think a lot.

So after you left, Mom made a decision.

This decision is to disappear from this home for a period of time.

This is not a whim.

I have prepared for this, I have a safe and comfortable place to settle down, and I have someone to accompany me, please don't worry, and don't try to find it.

Seeing this, you may be wondering, you think I am angry because you are not at home for lunch, right?

My sons, it is not like that.

If life is a long journey, then in my understanding, the meaning of parents is to accompany you through the first part of this journey.

Sooner or later, one day, I will get off the train from the beginning of your life to the end.

The objective fact is that the day to get off the bus is getting closer and closer.

Sooner or later, you will have a life without me.

So today, it can be regarded as a preview of the journey in the second half of your life.

Just like when your mother was not at home when you were young, in this preview, I leave you with a task;

For some of your favorite dishes, I have prepared the ingredients and put them in the refrigerator, and the recipes are in the envelope. You guys try to make a New Year's Eve dinner by yourself without me.

I hope that in this small rehearsal, you and I can gain something and grow up.

Love you, mom. "

When his wife read the contents of the letter in a low voice, He Guoqiang was holding several pages of recipes in his hands, and tears the size of soybeans had already flowed out.

Under his wife's worried eyes, He Guoqiang took out his mobile phone and silently sent a video to his two younger brothers.

Seeing that the second brother Guoxing was still on the noisy wine table at this time, and the third brother Guoming asked himself what he was doing with a cigarette in his hand and a microphone in his hand, He Guoqiang wiped his tears hard and roared.

"Stop playing! Go home right away!"

at the same time.

The home of the old man Wang Erni, a member of the fan group.

After the two sons had a hurried lunch at noon, they went out after calling friends. Playing mahjong, playing mahjong, connecting emotions.

There are only three grandchildren left in the family, and they have been sitting on the sofa with their mobile phones in their hands since lunch.

"grandmother!"

At six o'clock in the afternoon, a few adults who had passed the New Year finally did not limit the game time, and the grandson who had a good time put down his mobile phone. The eldest grandson Liu Miaomiao roared.

"I'm a little hungry, when is dinner? I want to eat Sichuan white meat made by you at night!"

"Grandma! Grandma? Is there any water? I'm so thirsty."

After calling several times without getting an answer, the three grandsons finally realized that something was wrong.

"Oh? Did you see grandma this afternoon?"

"I saw it! She went out after cleaning up the house at noon, and then came back after a while. After tidying up for a while, she seemed to leave again, and never came back?"

"Okay, it seems to be."

"Where is this going? Huh, the hot water is gone. Really,"

"Wow! Look, here's a letter! It's for us!"

Again at the same time.

The home of the old man Sun Xiuzhi, a member of the fan club.

After more than four hours of video recording with her boyfriend who had just been separated for more than ten hours, Sun Xiuzhi's youngest daughter, Guo Jing, finally walked out of her room.

"Mom, why aren't you cooking? Oh?"

Just as Guo Jing wanted to steal something, when she walked to the kitchen, she saw a large table of dishes left at noon, which disappeared without a trace!

Looking at the extremely conspicuous envelope on the empty table, Guo Jing frowned and picked up the letter...

...

small theater.

Because Li Shixin talked about the old man Liu Shumei in the fan group at noon, after dinner in the afternoon, almost all the old fans gathered here.

After being quiet for only one morning, the small theater returned to its former bustle.

Li Shixin, who was sitting on the mahjong table and paddling water, smiled slightly as a group of old fans brought their own melon and fruit sugar tea, shared their own New Year snacks with each other, and held a handful of peanuts in their hands.

"Two cakes! Fifty thousand." On the side, Wu Ming played a mahjong neatly.

"What do you think these monkey cubs will do when they find out that their mother has disappeared?"

"Oh! How can they react? They must be looking for their mother everywhere now! Sitiao!" Mr. Liu Feng on the mahjong table tremblingly wiped his reading glasses with the sleeve of his Armani suit, and grinned happily: "You see This group of bastards, when their parents are around, they don’t feel anything, but when their parents are gone, they must be numb! Grandson, this, this phenomenon, use your young people’s words, how can you describe it to grandpa?"

The grandson of Liu Feng, who was wearing a parent-child suit, helped his grandfather stroke the card, tilted his head and thought about it, and was amused: "I don't know how to cherish when I have it, and it hurts so much that I can't breathe when I lose it..."

"Grandson said it well!"

Seeing that Liu Feng's grandson came directly to a sad literature style this time, a group of old fans were overjoyed.

Watching a group of old fans praise his grandson one after another, Liu Feng laughed and patted his grandson's hand.

"Grandson, don't accompany me, a bad old man, when it's Chinese New Year, go out and play with your children, ah. Be good, see if you can bring back a granddaughter-in-law for grandpa!"

Liu Feng's grandson grinned: "Master, you're crazy!"

"Oh! You're crazy? I'm crazy! Hurry up, pay for it! Grandson, how much is this?"

"Fuck, don't double... Hehe, grandparents, Chenghui, two cents per person."

Wu Ming happily paid the money, and looked at Li Shixin who was silently paying, "Shixin, you came up with this idea, what do you think? Can those monkey bastards come here?"

Li Shixin arranged the mahjong skillfully and raised his eyebrows.

How did I know?

After all, I just have nothing to do, I have no material for VLOG, and my son can't play, so I can only play with other people's sons...

I'm only responsible for playing, as for how to develop in the future...

Just like playing mahjong and throwing dice, you win when you throw it out. As for what time...

Don't you know when it settles down?

"Hey, two six! Twelve o'clock, grab it from Old Wu. Tsk, Brother Feng, why are you grabbing so much again!"