Chu Zuosheng and Gao Jie sent a letter of protest to the most famous community website in China. Soon the post on them was deleted. The website also posted an apology letter in a very prominent position on the homepage, and called on netizens to "If you like Chu Zhongtian, please do not disturb his family. All we can do is support him silently in our hearts and hope that he will perform well in the next FA Cup." They did not think this was a very embarrassing thing at all, but treated it as something worth hype, so the daily click rate of this website rose a lot.

Chu Zuosheng, who returned home, plugged in the phone line again. This time he waited for half an hour but didn't hear the phone ring. He and Zhou Xiaoxiang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Before he could finish his breath, he heard the phone ringing.

The two looked at each other, and Zhou Xiaoxiang signaled her husband to pick him up.

Chu Zuosheng dared not disobey his order, so he picked up the phone receiver: "Hey, which one should I find?"

"Dad, it's me." Chu Zhongtian's voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Tian'er?"

When Zhou Xiaoxiang heard this nickname, she immediately stood up from the sofa and grabbed the phone.

"Chu Zhongtian!"

※※January in the UK was still quite cold, and Chu Zhongtian shivered when he heard his mother's voice. I don't know if it was because of the weather or some other reason... "Mom..." His voice immediately weakened.

"Do you still know how to be a mother?" My mother's voice still sounded aggressive on the phone even though it was across the entire Eurasian continent.

Here comes... Chu Zhongtian knew that he could not escape this disaster after all. His long-term experience told him that once his mother got angry, the smartest way was to let her say enough by herself. When she vented enough and said she was tired, it was the best time to defend herself. Otherwise, forcibly interrupting her and explaining to herself would only cause more intense anger.

So Chu Zhongtian automatically adjusted and entered the training mode.

"Look at the good things you did! What have you been harassed at home these two days? Your dad and I can't even sleep well, and I'm scared! You're good, playing football in the UK! You're also famous! You're also on newspapers and TV... Your dad and I are exhausted and saved money, just calling you to go abroad to play football?"

Chu Zhongtian retorted in his heart: I didn’t delay my studies when playing football... I still received a scholarship for my freshman year.

But now he didn't dare to say it, and he could only leave these things to the end.

"What's the future of playing football? It's been four years now, and you haven't figured it out yet? You can see how bad the reputation of playing football is! It's so embarrassing to mention it! Don't play anymore, I'll tell you, give me a good student! It's best if you can stay there after graduation. If you can't stay, come back..."

When Chu Zhongtian heard that his mother would not let him play football, he was immediately anxious and blurted out his words "No".

This sentence is considered to have stabbed the hornet's nest... "What? Do you say it again?"

Chu Zhongtian thought to say everything...what else is afraid of? He directly pushed his mother: "I will continue to play football, mom. I have never relaxed in my studies. I even received a scholarship of 500 pounds in my freshman year! I started playing football there before I entered my freshman year, but it did not affect my studies! I gave up playing football without sleep..."

"If you don't play football, your grades will be better! What's the best thing to play football? It's time-lapse and easy to get hurt! It's so dirty all day long, what's the best thing to do?"

"But I didn't delay my studies, mom!"

"You haven't delayed it now, and you know you won't delay it in the future. When you graduate, you have to do an internship, do your graduation thesis, defend, and find a job. How can you have time to play football?"

"But I haven't delayed it now, why can't I play football?"

"Why can't you play football? Because you are wasting your time! Wasting our money! I also said that you are really working and studying during these two summer vacations. I didn't expect you to go to play football. When did you learn to lie? These are all bad habits you learned after playing football!!!"

The excited Zhou Xiaoxiang spoke louder and louder, almost yelling. Chu Zuosheng, who had been silent, couldn't help but complain, "You can whisper softly, scare the child..."

Chu Zhongtian felt very wronged. He worked hard to play football, but he was also studying hard. Why couldn’t his mother respect his personal hobbies?

"I have been playing football for ten years! I have been playing football since I was six years old. I have never paniced. Don't push everything to football, okay! I know that you work hard and making money is not easy, so I work here to relieve you of pressure. I usually work two jobs and still have money to play football. Why can't I play football? I didn't delay my work, and my boss gave me a raise, my study was not delayed, and I got scholarships at the end of the period. Why can't I play football? Aren't you just afraid that I will delay my study? But I didn't delay my study! You said I was wasting your money. In order to save money, I run to play football every time. I run six kilometers away, just to save tickets! Playing football is my hobby, and I don't bother anyone. Why can't I play football myself!"

※※※Colin John was busy in the bar. He heard a roar from outside. He couldn't understand, so he guessed that it should be Chu. But didn't Chu call his parents? How could he speak to his parents in such a tone?

Old Bente also heard it. He walked out and stood at the door and looked at it, then walked back and said to John: "I can't see his expression clearly, but his body kept shaking, I don't know if it was cold or excited..."

"Maybe it was a quarrel with my parents." John shook his head.

"This is the first time I have seen Chu speak to someone so excitedly. I was scared, to be honest..."

"Hopefully, it's not a bad thing."

※※※ "Why can't I play football!?" The excited Chu Zhongtian made such a question.

His mother didn't seem to have expected that her always obedient son would make such a sound. She stood there with the microphone, not knowing how to answer this question.

Seeing that the two mother and son seemed to be having a break, Chu Zuosheng handed over and said, "Give me the phone number, I'll tell him."

Zhou Xiaoxiang reacted, threw the phone heavily into her husband's hand, threw a sentence and entered the bedroom.

"Look at it, you all know that you have talked back to me!"

Chu Zuosheng looked at the bedroom door that was closed with great force, shook his head, and then he said to the phone: "Hey, son, it's me."

"Dad..." Chu Zhongtian was still angry. When he heard his father's voice, the sound of "Dad" was a little unnatural.

"I heard that you participated in the FA Cup and scored goals, and became the best in the game. Are you playing professional football or what?" There was no criticism or scolding. Chu Zuosheng, the father who came up, asked questions about football first.

"It's an amateur team, dad. I played football while going to school, and I didn't delay my studies..." Chu Zhongtian also wanted to defend himself.

Dad interrupted him: "Okay, I believe in you. Tell me what's going on with your team?"

So Chu Zhongtian briefly explained the origin of Wimbledon's Athletics on the phone, and also said that he suffered in life in the UK when he was in preparatory course. He had never told his parents about these sufferings before, because he didn't want them to worry. But today he felt that speaking out might make his parents support him playing football here. Because he made many friends through football, his life in the UK is no longer lonely.

After listening to the story of Chu Zuosheng, he was stunned. He didn't expect that his son would have so many sad pasts in studying in the UK. It seems that his father is not concerned enough... He thought that as long as he gave his tuition and living expenses, he would be considered fulfilling his responsibilities. But in fact, he didn't know his son at all, not only him, but his wife.

"Well, son. Don't think too much about your mother. I'll help you. Since you like playing football and have found many friends through football, then continue playing. I advise your mother that your mother is not an unreasonable person, but she is just in a bad mood these days... You still call your family every week, don't resent your mother because of this. It's not easy for her, do you know?"

"Well..." Chu Zhongtian replied.

"Then I won't say much to you, so as not to waste your phone bill... By the way, when will your next FA Cup be? "

"January 25th, Sunday."

"Does anyone know the opponent?"

"I don't know yet, I will only know tonight."

"Will you see it in Chengdu then?"

"Dad, you..."

"Hehe, I also want to see how my son feels on TV... Speaking of which, I haven't seen you play football in a few years."

When Chu Zhongtian heard his father's words, his nose became sore in an instant.

My mother has always disliked playing football by herself. The only person who can share football with him at home is her father. You must know that she can choose to play football by herself, but she is still influenced by her father.

"I don't know if I can see it, Dad. But I will ask you." He thought of Xu Xiaodi. The Chinese reporter must have a good understanding of this matter, and then ask him for questions.

"Sichuan Sports has transferred to the Premier League, but I don't know if they will transfer to the FA Cup..." Chu Zuosheng muttered.

"Okay, OK, OK," he reacted, "I said I wouldn't waste your phone bill. I've been chatting for so long. I really hung up this time. You are there alone. If you don't have enough time, don't work. Your mother and I can send you to the UK, so of course you can give you out, so you don't think about anything. Study hard, um... also work hard! Do your best during the FA Cup!"

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zhongtian stood in the phone booth for a while.

Although his inner emotions gradually calmed down as he told his father, he had just had a big fight with his mother, which was the first time in 20 years, so how could he have no impact at all?

To be honest, my father worked hard to comfort him, but his mood did not improve as a result. He was still resentful of some of his mother's remarks. He was very distressed - why couldn't his mother understand him? He worked hard to understand his parents' hard work, so he worked so hard to make money. But is it because his parents paid for his schooling that he had no autonomy?

I am already eighteen years old and I am an adult. Can't I make decisions for myself?

He can't figure it out.

Chu Zhongtian, who had stood for a while, returned to the Wimbledon bar, and the expression on his face had not returned to normal.

Boss John and Old Bente looked at each other and shook their heads. It was obvious that Chu was in a bad mood, so it would be better not to go up at this time, so he calmed down himself.

Chu Zhongtian, who was standing behind the bar, was still thinking about this.

Is this one of the costs of becoming famous?

If you are not famous, you will play three seasons in obscurity and go home after graduation, will there be no conflict at all?

※※※ Chu Zuosheng put down his phone and knocked on the bedroom door. He found that the bedroom door was not locked, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

His wife was lying on the bed and sulking with her back to the door.

He smiled.

Then he sat down on the other side of the bed, and turned his back to his wife.

"Let's go, go to have a meal."

"No more! What food should I eat? I don't want a mother when I raise a son, what's the point of living?"

Chu Zuosheng knew that his wife was talking angry, but he still coughed: "I can't say it, but I can't say it... Why are you competing with your son? Besides, I didn't offend you, let's go, get up and have a meal with me."

"Hmph! Why didn't you offend me? If you hadn't taught our son how to play football, would he be today?" Zhou Xiaoxiang said as she turned over and pointed at her husband and said.

"Okay, okay, yes... it's my fault, my fault." Chu Zuosheng saw that his wife was finally willing to face him, and quickly smiled.

No wonder everyone around Chu Zuosheng would call him "rake his ears" privately. Look, now he looks like he is a standard "wife strict control".

"Rae ears" are the dialect of Chengdu and Chongqing. "Rae" is actually "Huoba", pronounced as pa, and it sounds like pa. In Sichuan dialect, it means softness. "Rae ears" means softness. Some say it means no opinion, and whatever your wife says is what she says. Another say it means that her ears are soft all day long.

Anyway, no matter which statement it is, "rake ears" is synonymous with "wife strict control". However, "rake ears" in Sichuan are not a simple derogatory term, and sometimes it is even a complimentary term - after all, which woman doesn't want to find a "rake ears" husband?

Of course, the human-powered tricycle in Chengdu is also called "rake ears", but that has nothing to do with the wife's control.

"Can you go for meals now, Xiang Xiang'er?"

Zhou Xiaoxiang had a cold war and said angrily: "Don't call me a nickname! How old are you? Are you so stingy?"

No matter how his wife scolded her, Chu Zuosheng always smiled at her side.

He knew that this was not the time to talk to his wife about the big reason. His wife, who was angry, was very resistant now. He could only anger her and make things uncontrollable. When his son had a conflict with his mother, he, a father and husband, should act as a lubricant in the middle. When his wife's anger faded, she would slowly explain the truth. People's hearts are full of flesh. Moving her with emotion and understanding her will always resolve the family crisis.

For the sake of family harmony, so what if you are "raking your ears"?

We should be glorious for the "raking ears" of the new century!
To be continued...