Good Dad System

The parent-teacher meeting, according to the common saying, is a place where you will silently bow your head, say nothing, and selectively avoid the teacher's eyes, no matter whether you are a well-known entrepreneur, an executive, or a leader. At least At this moment, it is no longer your identity that can decide whether to "hold your head up", but the child's grades written on the test paper. If the child does well in the test, the parents are also honored. It is the tail of the crane, and most of the parents are worried. Some of them have no choice but to end it immediately, and have a long talk with the teacher. .

According to the practice of parent-teacher meetings in the past, the children will always stay and guide the parents to sit in their seats before leaving. Many of them choose to stand outside the classroom and wait, and then return with their parents after the parent-teacher meeting is over. Home, of course, such scenes have nothing to do with Pei Jianghe. He is always after class, packs his schoolbag as fast as possible, waved to Ning Xiaopang and some friends in a cool way, and then leave immediately.

From time to time, he would hear complaints from many of his classmates. Most of them would say that the parents would be useless, and they had to ask their parents to come. Although they knew that there was no other meaning in their words, Pei Jianghe would still subconsciously. The moment he heard it, he felt a little tingling. For him, even asking his parents to come is a luxury.

But this time it was not the same as before. Pei Jiang told the first-class teacher that get out of class was over, and hurried to the school gate. The school usually prohibits outsiders from entering and leaving. There are a lot of cars and cars, and there are many cars that can't stop. They are honking their horns on the outer road and using their eagle eyes to find a place to park.

Pei Jianghe was a little worried, for fear that his father would be delayed by the company's affairs and there would be nowhere to park, but after a while, he saw his father standing beside the car and waving at him. He ran away without saying a word. After going over, he led his father to go inside. In fact, there were quite a few classmates holding their parents by his side, but he felt that this was too naive, and insisted only on being a guide.

"Dad, don't you have any other itinerary today?" Pei Jianghe took the initiative to learn a lot about the company's affairs from his father, and it was only now that he knew how much it would take to run a company up and down.

Although the scale of the Pei family's company is not too large, it is already well-known in City C. Now the first building under its name has been completed, and it will only be sold later. This is also the first time the company's overall planning has been transferred. Although Pei Naochun has poached a lot of talents in the real estate industry with high salary, but he still can't hide the fact that his experience is not enough. Before the real estate is officially put on sale, the company has made some small troubles from time to time. As a leader, Pei Naochun, although You don’t have to do everything yourself, but you also need to understand the top and bottom plans. Otherwise, how can you really manage the company?

In addition, City C is not a provincial capital or a municipality directly under the Central Government, and there are still some customs. If you want to do well in the business field, there are many ways to do it. Whether it is with the docking department or related industries, you must have a good relationship , is enough to keep people busy.

After knowing his father's busy work these years, Pei Jianghe has begun to understand his father's many "last resorts". He doesn't think his father should sacrifice his career for himself, and he can understand very well that the company told the development period of the need for leadership, but he also It has to be admitted that this understanding has prerequisites. If he and his father had not opened up their hearts to approach each other and understood each other, perhaps he would still be trapped in the feeling of "lack of fatherly love" and unable to get out of it.

Pei Jianghe confessed his naive thoughts with his father. He had never thought about problems from his father's point of view, but only complained about his father, but what he got from his father was another comfort.

"Ahe, this is normal. Even as adults, sometimes when we find that people around us can't accompany us, we still have similar feelings of complaining, let alone you? There's nothing to blame for this. , we have brought you into this world, and we have a responsibility to you. Your initial understanding of the world depends mostly on us who take care of you. Adults can’t easily let go of things, how to ask you Forgiving?"

At that time, Pei Naochun stretched out his hand and patted his son's head: "Actually, I should reflect more. Compared with most people, I can make choices, but at that time, I thought I would leave you at home and give it to you. A good material life is enough. In other words, when I get old, do I hope that you will only pay me the cost of my retirement every month, and then ignore me? No, people are originally Emotional animals, everyone needs emotion. But everything is fine now, I am changing, and you are changing. When no one is willing to bow their heads, no one admits their mistakes. When one person takes a step first, maybe another A person will also run a long way."

"Well." Pei Jianghe looked up at his father at that time, and felt a lot in his heart. He regretted that for many years, he did not try to take the initiative to take a step - of course, his father at that time was too busy, too busy. He also has a bad temper. In the face of this father image, which usually means authority, it is difficult for him to try to communicate, and he misses too many opportunities for father-son communication.

But he was lucky enough that the rain passed and everything was fine, and now he was trying to understand Dad, and Dad was trying to understand him.

"There is no schedule, you are your father's number one." Pei Naochun just smiled and followed behind his son. He chose a formal suit in the closet today, but it was a bit nondescript and too formal. .

Pei Jianghe raised the corners of his mouth secretly in front of him, Dad, you don't even know, you called your son little brother yesterday.

The father and son have the same height and long legs, and they feel a little windy when they walk. They arrived at the classroom immediately. Pei Naochun sat upright in his son's classroom and looked around curiously. In his memory, he could see the Hall of Fame hanging at the back of the classroom. At the top was a picture of his son Pei Jianghe. There was a personal motto next to it. It's not quite the norm, and the report is: "Please call me MVP." With his slightly raised chin, it's really cool.

The parents' meeting in the classroom has been held. Seeing that the senior high school entrance examination is about to take place, the teacher is also very serious. After all, the nine-year compulsory education has ended. For many students, this has been the first watershed in life. Some families do not support reading, They have been asked to stop studying after graduation; some parents have simply decided to let them go to various vocational schools to continue their studies; even if they plan to go to high school, they will be divided into three, six and nine according to the level of each high school. Wait, some of the parents have also begun to consider matters related to studying abroad, art students, and sports students.

The process of the parent meeting is as "long" as every class meeting. It is to analyze the results, praise the students, and even some class levels are creative and create a study group to share their learning experience on the stage. Most of the parents below are dizzy. I was just barely taking notes. Of course, it was inevitable that there would be deserters, who secretly played with the phone below, without even looking up.

That is, at this time, the classmates standing in the corridor could rarely comment on their parents in a "presumptuous" manner, and they even joked about it, saying, "Look, my dad doesn't want to listen carefully when he sits in it. , he still tells me to listen to the class seriously every day! It's really unreasonable.", "Then why don't you look at my mother, you obviously don't understand, and you're still taking notes there, and even the teacher has to write down the winter vacation management regulations, maybe Painting!" Of course, these comments would come to an abrupt end the moment the parents came out, otherwise they would be greeted by a chilling storm.

"Your dad is actually here." Ning Xiaopang leaned on the railing to talk to his friend. From what he knew about Pei Jianghe, he could see that he was in a frightening mood now, "Would you like to laugh so happily?"

"How can I laugh?" Pei Jianghe choked back, and subconsciously reached out and touched his mouth, only then did he realize that he didn't laugh at all, so he pretended to beat Ning Xiaopang fiercely, "You are killing yourself. Bar?"

"No, no, God of Ginger Fried Meat, how dare I!" Ning Xiaopang immediately raised his hand to express his surrender, and did not forget to pat Pei Jianghe's flattery, but this time the flattery hit the horse's leg.

Pei Jianghe took Xiao Pang and walked away as quickly as possible, and dragged him to the corner of the corridor, and lowered his voice as if he was doing a private deal: "I told you Xiao Pang, let's make an agreement."

"What agreement?" Ning Xiaopang was also very nervous, always feeling that Pei Jianghe was talking about something big.

"I don't play the game anymore. From today, let's not mention the words "fried pork with ginger", okay?" Pei Jianghe felt that he had to kill the source of everything.

"...Why can't you mention it? You don't play if you don't play, and this name is nothing? Didn't you use this QQ name before?"

"I won't need it in the future! Can you listen to me anyway?" Pei Jianghe replied very quickly, but when he saw Xiao Pang's suspicious eyes, he immediately found a new rhetoric, and he coughed twice, " It's such a little fat, you know, wasn't I addicted to games before? As a result, my grades were affected. We are going to high school soon. From now on, I plan to focus on my studies and let everything in the past go away with the wind. Well, I also plan to lose the name of **** fried pork, bid farewell to the past, and welcome a new bright future."

"...Okay." Ning Xiaopang was stunned for a moment. He thought that his friends were like a different person. Did he have such a middle school in the past?

"Anyway, we are good brothers, right? Brothers, don't mention this name in the future, okay?" Pei Jianghe took out his trump card, he wanted to completely seal the name of **** fried pork, don't care what green onion will be called in the future Ginger garlic, **** milk, anything!

"Okay." Ning Xiaopang had no choice but to nod. Although he didn't understand what his friend was doing, it was fine. Since he was a brother, he should support him, say goodbye to his name, and say goodbye to the past. Good meaning!

The parents' meeting was held for a long time, and it was only half dark. Pei Jianghe had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He roughly waved goodbye to Ning Xiaopang. In his opinion, Ning Xiaopang was a high-risk person. , to separate him from his father first.

"I just sent a message to ask the secretary to prepare dinner. Tonight we are still eating hot pot, the Chaoshan hot pot that was recently opened. The taste is good, and we can almost eat it when we get home." Pei Naochun walked out, talking to When his son spoke, he glanced back meaningfully, and could see Ning Xiaopang's confused eyes, others didn't know, could he still not know? Isn't that the vest that can make my son feel so uneasy? But it's funny to see his son so nervous.

"Okay." Pei Jianghe turned his head carefully, confirmed that Ning Xiaopang was gone, he was relieved, even walking was windy.

"Ahe, your teacher just said that you are the first in the class this time, and the top ten in your grade." Pei Naochun paused, "You're doing well! Tell me, what reward do you want, Dad will treat you to me."

This compliment hit Pei Jianghe's heart at once. He put his hands in his pockets. At this age, he began to love handsome and cool him. He tried his best to control himself not to giggle. He just scratched his hair and pretended to be very casual. Answer: "What, daily play, daily play."

"Stinky boy, pretend to be with your dad!" Pei Naochun couldn't hold back and patted his son on the shoulder, "You're doing really well, son, let's continue to work hard together, get into a good school, and let your dad and me show off, This father who doesn't read much and has no education can still give birth to a college son."

Some time ago, he also shared with Pei Jianghe the stories that happened in his life in the past few decades. He went to the sea in time, which paved the way for his career, and also created regrets. It is not that life is only about reading. A road, but he never had it, and he never forgot it.

"That's for sure, look at me when the time comes." Pei Jianghe shrugged deliberately, "Who am I, I'm your son." He took two steps forward, suddenly made a shooting gesture for some reason, and jumped with ease. , like a slam dunk, "Your son will definitely do it."

Pei Naochun almost laughed sullenly. It seems that no matter what age the middle-school and second-stage teenagers are, there are too many similarities. Walking turns into a simulated shot, 6, really 6.

But the more his son pretended to be so cool, the little devil in his heart started to move again, Pei Naochun cleared his throat and asked, "By the way, son, we will have a preliminaries for the district war tomorrow. A few friends are going to play, do you want to come to the computer and watch it together? Just cheer for Dad?"

"Okay." Pei Jianghe's back froze immediately, and he returned to his normal appearance as quickly as possible.

"It's a pity that my little brother has retired, but our team has made an appointment. This time, the name of the first baby will be changed to Ginger Fried Pork, as a commemoration of the time he spent with us in the world of Jianghu Feihong." Pei Naochun did the same. Putting his hands in his pockets, he spoke casually, then looked at the son in front of him, and suddenly stumbled on the ground and almost fell.

"Then what, the floor tiles are not flat!" Pei Jianghe immediately shifted the artillery fire and blamed the uneven floor tiles. He looked a little embarrassed. Thinking of the baby named Ginger Fried Pork, who was about to debut neatly, he felt dark. After all, Dad When will we forget the person who stir-fried pork with ginger! my goodness.

"Well, walk carefully." Pei Naochun said with a smile and looked at his son. He believed that it was definitely not his fault that his son almost fell. It's just that the child didn't look at the road when he walked.

"Okay!" Pei Jianghe gritted his teeth, no, he had to find something as soon as possible to divert his father's attention! For example... read a good book? Let dad teach him a tutor? Anyway, you can always find it.

...

Time keeps moving forward, and the Pei family's house has changed one set after another. After Pei Jiang and his family got married, they still didn't get too far apart from their father. The father and son both lived in the same community, opposite the door. Two households usually only need to open a window and extend their hands to knock on the window next door.

"Grandpa, how can you be so powerful! I can't even win!" The boy who was probably only in his early six years was lying on Pei Naochun's shoulder with a milky voice, looking eagerly at the display screen facing in front of him, Pei Naochun Now I am playing the latest console game, which has been popular all over the world, and its sales have hit record highs. After the customs clearance, the logo of Chunjiang Shui Game Production Company appeared in the center. Replaced with curly yellow ginger.

Chunjiang Water Game Company was founded by Pei Jianghe and Ning Xiaopang in his senior year. The venture capital came from his father who had always been very supportive of him. The original intention of the establishment of the company came from two The founder and investor's love for games does not focus on the pursuit of profit, but more on developing interesting games with high playability. With the greatest degree of freedom and sufficient financial protection, Chunjiangshui Games The company has grown rapidly. Although the first two games launched by the game were not profitable, they have already built a good reputation. When it came to the third game, a salted fish turned over and won the third game of the year.

Now Pei Naochun and his grandson are playing the tenth game released by Chunjiang Shui Game Company.

"Your grandfather used to win the first place in the game. The first place in the whole game is amazing!" Pei Naochun looked at his grandson, and immediately began to praise himself, and then he was like a spring breeze in the little eyes of his grandson's admiration.

"Dad, you're bragging again." Pei Jianghe just unlocked the door and came in, when he heard his father's show-off voice. He had been busy with his wife in the company some time ago, and he just finished his work today, so he made an appointment to get together with his family. .

"Ahe, Dad is really good." Pei Jianghe's wife didn't give him face, "Dad even gave me a score last night! You sometimes overturned when you took me, and Dad took me all the time. never lost."

"Look at Ah He, even your wife knows which of us is the best." If Pei Naochun had a beard, the beard would fly up, and the little grandson lying on his body looked around, not knowing who to stand on.

Pei Jianghe was not polite, immediately rolled up his sleeves and sat on the other side of the sofa: "Okay, Dad, let's have a hand and let everyone see who is the best."

"Two wins in three games?"

"Okay!" Pei Jianghe has already taken the handle and is ready to defeat his father.

Mrs. Pei just shook her head and went into the kitchen with a smile. The aunt at home had already prepared the meal, and it would be ready when they arrived. She also smiled, sat on the side, hugged her son, and started cheering for the two of them. Back then, she was a game fan, and she liked Chunjiangshui, a game company, that made her bond with Pei Jianghe, and she was with Pei Jianghe. The only thing she worried about was whether he could separate life from games, for fear of becoming addicted in the future. Games, husbands who do not take care of their wives and children.

But after meeting Pei Naochun, all hesitations were cleared up. She saw another "Jiang He" who also loves games, enjoys life, and works hard at work, but she has done a good job on the scale. In order to balance, she also listened to Pei Naochun talking about the events of the Pei family back then. After hearing those, she also believed that Pei Jianghe would never make the same mistakes again.

Sure enough, she has always been very happy after marriage. Now there are four members of the family who have common hobbies, but at the same time, they will remind each other not to delay their own lives. Although the husband is busy with work, no matter how busy he is, he will definitely She will never forget her concern for her and her son. She arranges at least half a day of family activity time every week. Whether it is to get together to play a game or go out for a walk, it is all based on the arrangement and is very obedient.

"The first game, you lost!" Pei Naochun immediately clapped his thigh and laughed, "Don't look at it, your dad and I were the number one in the stormy seas, and the champion of the tenth division of the Jianghu Feihong District Battle A group!"

"There's a second one! I'm not convinced! Let's continue." Pei Jianghe was attentive, "I'm going to be serious this time!"

"Okay! Seriously, let me see all your strengths!"

Mrs. Pei couldn't help holding her forehead. Every time her husband came to her father-in-law, he immediately turned into a child. The two were like the protagonists of a hot-blooded comic, talking harshly to each other, as if they were not playing games, but fighting for life and death. .

About ten minutes later, only the little boy in the living room shouted excitedly: "Long live grandpa! Grandpa is the best!" Dissatisfied with two wins in three rounds, he proposed three wins in five rounds, but in the end it ended in a three-to-zero score with no face at all.

Pei Jianghe only felt that the back behind him was gray. It is true that he loves his father very much and likes to play with him very much, but... As a man's desire to win, he especially wants to defeat his father, no, next time he has to Develop a new game, such as a dress-up game, Dad will definitely not be able to beat him!

Mrs. Pei, who was confirming the dishes, was a little puzzled. She suddenly said, "Dad, why did Auntie cook a weird dish today? What is this... What kind of fried meat? Is it shredded bamboo shoots?"

"No, I've always been curious about the taste of this dish. Just when the aunt said she could make it, I asked him to make it."

"What kind of food?" Pei Jianghe asked casually, drinking water along the way.

"Ginger fried meat." Pei Naochun also answered casually.

"Pfft!" Pei Jianghe choked directly, and immediately a goddess scattered the flowers. He awkwardly touched the paper in front of him and began to wipe it.

"Dad is so dirty, grandpa." The little boy shook his head and got close to his grandpa. Just now, his father almost spit water on him!

"Let's ignore him, let's go to dinner first." Pei Naochun hugged his grandson and sat down at the dining table with a smirk. If you want to beat your father and me, wait another 800 years!

Pei Jianghe finally cleaned up the mess in front of him. He was very helpless. It had been so many years, why was he still pressed under the mountain called Ginger Fried Pork?

[The 17th exam is world qualified. ]