The hot sun in July is shining in the city's steel jungle.

The outdoor surface temperature of 45 degrees makes the streets very scarce. If you have to go out, try to use transportation. Hiding in the shade or air-conditioned space is the best choice.

Buck also sat in the shade of the tree, holding a popsicle to cool off, but even under the shade of the tree by the road, his body was still covered by the high temperature, so that every pore was sweating. But he would rather stay here because only here can he escape the enthusiasm of his parents at home, which is comparable to the current high temperature.

The kind of love that had been interrupted for several years and accumulated to his son was completely inconsistent with Buck's current emotions.

The occasional daze or memories of your past life will bring you more care from your parents.

The most important thing is that this kind of care made Buck unable to escape at all. Just thinking about the disappointment and sadness that would bring to his parents if he left again forced him to put down his iron heart and stay at home with laughter and cry.

Just sitting on the street and eating a popsicle and smoking a cigarette, my mother's phone number was like a shadow: "Is it good to drink lotus seeds and tremella soup when Xiao Ming comes back? It has been put in the refrigerator. If you come back, try to see if it is sweet..."

It is too sweet!

For a guy like Buck who came back from the smoke and fire with complex emotions, such family affection is so sweet that it is a bit unaccustomed to.

But just as his father has gone from middle-aged irritability to old age, Buck also deeply felt the responsibility of being a son. He has lost a love, and he really wants to maintain this family affection and will never go anywhere. So he responded, threw away the cigarette butts lazily, and then rolled up his slippers and went home.

As soon as I walked into the dormitory area, I heard my mother's stinging voice as soon as I turned the corner: "It's up to you whether Zhiming has a future? He sent money to his family, or dollars! Otherwise, what money would I use to buy a house? Or a garden villa! Who said he was cleaning dishes in the United States! Who said that I tear his mouth apart by name! These wives who were killed thousands of times are just chewing their ears when they are fine!" Where can I have the demeanor of a primary school teacher?

The sound of the air was full of energy resonance and beating in Buck's temples. He reached out to cover his head helplessly, turned around the corner of the wall to see a large group of aunts and aunts scattered when they saw him. Then Liu Shufen's voice immediately lowered his voice and returned to normal joy: "Xiao Ming is back... Come here, your father asked me to buy you new clothes..."

Buck, who did not frown even when facing the bullets, felt a little dizzy. He was covered with various fancy shirts and suits on the sofa. Compared with the old shirt that had been washed with my father, Buck's forehead was a little blue: "Dad... Since we all live here, sell the house. Buy more good clothes for yourself and eat better. Mom enjoy it. You don't have to make up for the students and don't have to work anymore. OK?" He returned his mother's copycat phone in his hand. He really didn't need to use a phone now, and he didn't need to contact his family except for his family.

Ba Dacheng, who was holding a crutch, still said the same thing: "It's not easy for you to earn money from studying and working abroad. Buying a house is for you to get married. We old guys have lived like this all their lives. If you want to make a name for yourself, of course you have to wear more decent clothes. They say this suit is a famous brand, and every one is more than a thousand. Do you think it's a good grade?"

Liu Shufen was also looking forward to: "Xiao Ming, what advanced technology you learned in foreign countries, take it out to scare them..." But he was interrupted by Ba Dacheng: "Zhi Ming, try clothes, do you want to buy a car? You can take this passbook, we still have some savings, your mother only bought you a house, and there is still some money left in it, I haven't checked how much it is." In this family, Ba Dacheng used to be a rude style, but now he only has the will of a kind father, and he wants to give the best to his son in everything. This huge change is also the most difficult thing for Buck to adapt to.

Buck was about to smoke above his head, and he sat down on the bench in the narrow room: "Dad, mom, I have said many times that the money is for your living expenses, not for me... I will find a way to do things, and our family is enough to eat and drink. Since mom has bought a house, can we move in there?"

Liu Shufen glanced at her husband before speaking, holding Buck's hand kindly: "You are still young and have a long life in the future. You have to make plans early. Do you want to start a company and do big things in the future?"

Buck said with great thought: "I have money, and I still have money abroad..." Liu Shufen immediately became nervous: "I still have to go abroad?" Ba Dacheng didn't say anything, but his eyebrows were raised, which was also concerned.

Buck relieved his mother's emotions: "No, no, I will stay at home in the future. I will definitely work hard. Just wait and enjoy your happiness!" Buck has been thinking about what he can do these days, and of course he is more about adjusting his body and psychology. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. After all, Buck, who has been studying abroad for half a year, still understands this truth.

Liu Shufen wanted to say something, but Ba Dacheng grabbed his wife and pushed her out to wash clothes: "Zhiming, you have a good rest. It's okay to live in the new house. The conditions here are almost there, so you won't buy a fan!" The old couple said as they helped each other out, leaving Buck with a wry smile on his face.

Scratching his neck and looking around, the two units in the inner and outer rooms were allocated, but there were two rooms in the inner and outer rooms. If they hadn't just returned, they would have refused, and the old couple would have to give out the bedrooms inside for their son to live in. Now the newly bought sofa bed, TV, and even the air conditioner outside have been newly installed in the past few days.

The most bizarre thing is that the corner of the outer room was originally in the corner where I was in high school. The original textbooks from more than ten years ago and even stickers from my student days showed how much these ordinary parents missed me during the days when I was not here.

Buck even felt that he had brought burden to his parents, so he stood up helplessly to clean up the new clothes on the sofa. It was all the heavy feelings of parents, which made him smile a little and a comfortable smile on his face.

He put his clothes in the wardrobe of the inner room. His father had a similar figure as his. He wanted to try to get Ba Dacheng to wear, but he accidentally approached the window behind the inner room. He heard his father lower his voice and blocking it with the sound of water. He taught Liu Shufen a lesson: "You ask him what he learned! As long as he comes back, no matter what he does outside, he is always willing to do things with his hands. You see, he must have suffered a lot of hardships, so tired, and he is in a bad mood all day long. He often sits in a daze. If you don't feel sorry for me, I will still feel sorry for me. How can I chase you to do things immediately? It really doesn't work... That house is enough for him to eat and drink for a while!"

Liu Shufen felt aggrieved: "Every neighbor and worker know that he has returned from a foreign country... I want to make a sigh!"

Ba Dacheng was angry: "Who dares to say anything? I'll hit the guy and make trouble. Zhiming came to work hard and asked him to buy a car. No one from the neighbors dared to say anything!" Finally, he was proud: "Buy a good car worth 100,000 yuan! Just like our manager!"

Liu Shufen, yes, thinks this idea is good, but she is worried that she will lose money if she loses her savings, so she discusses in a low voice that she should not mention doing things again.

Buck was a little laughing. It seemed that his parents really believed that he had not learned anything when he went abroad. That was right. He had never heard of the shitty Eastern European university he attended. He looked like he was displaced and desolate when he came back. Anyone would think he was doing very poorly, right?

If you don’t do anything, your parents will be worried endlessly, and you will have to have a few more white hair... but what will you do?

Looking at my hands, I really earn money from these hands, but putting aside those bloody means, what have I learned abroad over the years?

The afternoon sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains very strongly, forming a beam of light that was projected into this tightly blocked small bedroom. Countless dust flew in the light and shadow, gently falling on my slender and flexible hands.

I can only kill and save people...

The former mercenary master, who was a little distressed, sat beside his parents' bed and fell into deep thought.

Liu Shufen, who had put in the clothes, felt even more distressed when she saw her son's appearance and never mentioned anything she did: "Mom has calculated for you that there is still a lot of money on the card. You go buy a car, or you renovate the new house, and you can live there. Mom goes to cook for you every day, so you can have fun, okay?"

What a loving mother who is too bad, she is really a poor family and has a playboy. Even abroad, Buck is not the kind of romantic. He really laughed and laughed and hugged his mother's shoulder and shook her: "Mom, I have hands and feet, please let me think about it..."

Liu Shufen was very satisfied with being hugged by her taller son like this: "You have been the best since childhood. Don't worry, you can pass through all the big hurdles, and your parents always have a home for you."

Buck was so depressed that he was a powerful figure in the past. Why can't he do anything in his mother's eyes? He can't explain it yet, so he can only roll his eyes: "You are really good at turning black and white. My grades have been beaten up a lot by my father."

Liu Shufen enjoyed a lot, and leaned on her son's shoulder: "When you were studying, you had a bad grade, but you were good morals. You were a little lazy, didn't like labor, and it was a bit delicious. Your father beat you that year because you took the pork at home to the kebab..." Is this called good morals?

Huh?

Buck blinked!

As a result, when Ba Dachengzhen was sweating profusely and came back from sitting on a tricycle with his plaster legs hanging on his chest to buy a fan, he heard his son silence: "I'll set up a barbecue stall in the night market."

They were a little surprised, but the couple looked at each other tacitly and nodded vigorously. Ba Dacheng, who was working in the mechanics workshop, immediately went to the workshop with his son to make a barbecue!

The poor children are early on, and the economic conditions in this railway dormitory village are generally the majority. There are many people who set up night markets to practice stalls at night. There is nothing rare. But my son has been abroad for so many years. Has he been using barbecue kebabs abroad?

This is really not a random thought of Buck. His unintentional words from being a mother reminded him that this is one of the few non-war crafts learned abroad.

Barbecue kebabs are popular in China, but they are the most famous mutton kebabs in northern Xinjiang and northern kebabs. However, compared with cumin’s origin, the kebabs in Central Asia, it is estimated that they are still far away.

Because the catering industry is very underdeveloped, almost every household and every restaurant regards barbecue as a signature dish, and even this dish is only the only dish, just like Yuqing's hot pot, Tianjin's Goubuli buns, and Pingjing's roast duck. They get married, have kids, have kids, funerals, and even worship ancestors, they go to the graves of ancestors to barbecue and drink, not to mention parties, in short, they can barbecue whatever they do. Perhaps because the high-altitude areas require a lot of meat calories, it is more likely that it is easier to make and there is no need to worry about it.

This has also become the most familiar and most exposed food for everyone living in those areas, especially the most famous Caucasian barbecue in that area. It is truly one of the few delicious memories of Buck in these years.

Don’t ask for much money to make, as long as you can have something to do first and make your parents feel at ease.
Chapter completed!