"Who?"

Chen Rong's voice came from the room, and Fang Cheng smiled and shouted: "Mom, it's me."

"Xiaocheng?"

Chen Rong, who heard her son's voice, didn't even look at the security door. Will the mother not recognize her son's voice?

Chen Rong opened the door with great surprise.

"Son! Come in!"

Fang Cheng's father was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup in his right hand and a remote control in his left hand. His eyes turned from the small-sized color TV screen to the door.

"My son is back! Dad Xiaocheng, why are you still doing? Come and get your luggage for your son!"

Chen Rong scolded Fang Wendao happily, but before Fang Wendao came to pick up the suitcase, he grabbed Fang Cheng's suitcase by himself.

Xiaocheng must have been very tired all the way back.

Fang Cheng waved his hands repeatedly. He was a professional warrior. This thing was nothing, so how could he let his mother take it?

"I can do it myself."

Fang Cheng changed into slippers, walked to the door of his bedroom, and placed his luggage and schoolbag next to the door.

The room was still familiar. Fang Cheng looked at the bedroom, turned around and walked to the sofa, sat next to Fang Wendao, and smiled: "Dad."

"Well, why don't you tell your mother in advance?" Fang Wendao rubbed his right hand against the teacup. He was happy when his son came back, but the man's expression of emotions was very restrained.

"Yes, Xiaocheng, have you had dinner? Did you come back by train?"

Chen Rong began to criticize Fang Cheng: "When you go home, why don't you say it in advance! Tell me what to eat, mom will cook for you, don't worry."

"Hi, mom, no, I'm back after dinner!"

Chen Rong glanced at Fang Cheng suspiciously. She didn't want her son to go hungry. She couldn't tell the truth of this sentence: "Is it really finished?"

"Yeah, the beef I cooked myself, I'm full!"

Fang Cheng smiled and patted his stomach.

"Cook yourself?" Fang Wendao, who had short hair, noticed Fang Cheng's words in confusion.

"How do you cook yourself? The school doesn't allow kitchen utensils?"

Chen Rong didn't believe Fang Cheng's words at all and said, "If you don't eat, you don't eat it. Okay, mom makes you Mapo tofu, your favorite food!"

Looking at my father's puzzled gaze, my mother's expression of disbelief, Fang Cheng smiled bitterly, "I'm too honest, how can I explain this? Do you want to say that I've returned to my master's residence to have a meal in the afternoon after the martial arts competition?

But the Little Pearl Cup and the Champions League are still placed at the master's home.

The master said that this is the first result of his teaching and must be preserved well.

Fang Cheng changed his mind and decided to say something like becoming a warrior: "My mom, I practice martial arts and I also worshipped a master. I ate at the master's house."

"Practice martial arts? Don't fight others. What should I do if I hurt myself?" Chen Rong frowned, and there was a saying she put in her heart, not saying: Didn't you practiced when you were a child? You don't have talent, and no matter how you practice, it will take time.

However, when her son grew up and had his own ideas, she had to respect Fang Cheng's ideas.

Fang Wendao also nodded: "It's good to strengthen your body."

Fang Cheng smiled and was proud of his wit.

I have indeed practiced martial arts, and now I am a professional-level warrior and have become a master. The master's strength is at least professional-level or above! I won't talk about this.

He glanced at his parents carefully, but Fang Cheng didn't dare to say everything.

He was afraid of scaring his parents. What is the concept of professional level? There is only one professional level warrior in Linjiang City - Qi Zhenguo! There are five or six martial arts schools under his name! In Linjiang City, he is a big shot in calling the wind and rain!

"Well, then okay, son, please sit down first, mom will cut the apple for you."

Fang Chenglian shouted that he didn't need it, but it was useless. He could not stop a mother from loving her son.

Fang Wendao moved the cup aside, put it aside, and asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you still used to it when you have been in school?"

He had heard Chen Rong pass on the answers to these questions long ago, but he always felt that he was not caring enough if he didn't ask.

Fang Cheng laughed as soon as he heard this, with clear eyes: "I was wondering before, dad, if your first question would be this, it turned out to be true."

"Xiaocheng, after going to college, you are much more cheerful!"

Fang Wendao sighed. Before going to college, he chatted with his son and asked questions and answers. Now, he has learned to tease himself!

"yes."

To be precise, if you are much more confident, you will naturally feel cheerful and generous in conversation.

Practicing martial arts and cultivating qi and calming the mind is reflected in the fact that one can be calm and comfortable in various environments.

Although there is a saying that the country is easy to change and its nature is difficult to change, a person's nature is a process of slowly setting it down. After several months of practice martial arts, the training of martial arts competitions, and even the killing just now, Fang Cheng's heart is quiet, and he just felt that the sky would not be shocked!

"Yeah, this is pretty good." Fang Wendao nodded with satisfaction.

"Is it stressful to go to college? How about studying? You can't just relax and know how to play. You have to study hard. You will be able to join work and enter society in the future. This is your lifelong capital. The new college student in our company, you really don't know anything... Don't listen to others talking nonsense. Just know how to play, he will cry when he is working in the future."

Fang Cheng used to be impatient to listen to this kind of teaching, but now he feels very touched.

My own capital is no longer a learning experience, and not to mention the future, just now, as a professional first-level strongman, you can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month anywhere!

"Yes, study hard and improve every day. What my dad said is nothing wrong."

"Apple, son!" Chen Rong held the plate, which was filled with peeled and cut into pieces of apples.

"Yeah...thank you mom."

Fang Cheng grabbed a few and put them in his mouth to chew them.

He doesn’t eat much of fruit, and he usually eats beef, beef, and beef!

Chen Rong was very pleased. When she saw her son eating, she felt a sense of satisfaction. She was full of energy and started to get into family matters, such as what to buy during the Chinese New Year, what to bring for the grandfather’s house during the Chinese New Year, and what the son of the second uncle’s family also came back, bringing thousands of scholarships...

Fang Cheng blinked, and there was still 30,000 yuan in cash in his schoolbag.

The warm atmosphere echoed, and Fang Chengzhu wanted to start from the beginning, but how to explain it in the half-year professional level? Can you tell me the attribute ability, and what explanation you use.

After thinking about it, I gave up this tempting idea. Let’s wait for the confession!

The family of three sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. Fang Cheng said good night and returned to the bedroom to prepare for rest.

He played a game with Tan An today, took a car, and just killed a few scumbags, and his head was a little tired.

Fang Wendao and Chen Rong looked at each other, noticed Fang Cheng's fatigue, and didn't say anything more.

The lighting in the bedroom creates a warm and bright environment. On the right side is the bed that I have been sleeping in for many years. I have changed into a brand new quilt cover and pillow. It should be what my mother estimated to do.

Fang Cheng looked around with a neat and orderly desk on his left, and was a little unfamiliar with the place where he had been sleeping for seven or eight years.

It’s not that the bedroom has changed, but that it has changed by itself.

Fang Cheng sighed with emotion. He had just finished washing up and just lay down to sleep.

Lying in the blue quilt, Fang Cheng's heart echoed with a faint happiness, and going home! It's so good!

Hold your phone and open QQ.

In the dark bedroom, it was lit by the light of the mobile phone screen.

The high school class QQ group was discussing the party in a busy manner.

Fang Cheng only had a few good friends in high school, and the others were not very familiar with them.

"@Everyone, the day after tomorrow!"

The high school class monitor is an active member who organizes a party. He slowly talks in the QQ group: "Then what, everyone in Lin Jiang is here!"

"My cousin is practicing martial arts. He is in a large martial arts hall in Linjiang! Let's go to the martial arts hall to watch the game the day after tomorrow. They have a competition with foreign cities."

"We went to have a meal after watching the game! There happened to be a restaurant next to the martial arts hall that is suitable for dinner."

"If you don't come, remember to chat with me privately!"

Fang Cheng looked at the chat records, the day after tomorrow? Go buy clothes for my mother tomorrow and buy a color TV. If you have time the day after tomorrow, then go and meet the old classmate.

“1.”

He followed a row of "received" and posted a "1" under "no problem".

However, his reply did not attract too much attention. Fang Cheng locked his phone and put it aside, and had to charge it. Fang Cheng placed his phone next to the socket under the bed and rushed on.

Huh~Sleep.

Fang Cheng lay in the quilt, calming his mind, and walking into sleep.

…………

Early the next morning.

"Mom, get up?"

Fang Wendao and Chen Rong are office workers. They get up at 7 o'clock in the morning and set off to work at around 8 o'clock.

Chen Rong looked at Fang Cheng in confusion and opened the bedroom door. The beds in the bedroom had been neatly stacked.

"Xiaocheng? Get up so early, the quilts are folded?"
To be continued...