How did I become famous?

Chapter 350 Dad, Mom, I Have to Take Responsibility Now (4900 words)

Fang Bie lay motionless on the bed.

But soon, he got up.

Because this broken bed board is really not as comfortable as the high-end mattress prepared by the young lady in Hengdian.

It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Looking around, it seemed no different from when I left.

Ok?

But the next moment, Fang Bie stopped moving.

He suddenly realized there was a problem!

There's something particularly out of place in this bedroom!

After thinking it over, Fang Bie's gaze fell on the photo frame on the computer desk.

There is a photograph in the frame.

There was nothing wrong with the photo; it was a normal family photo of Fang Bie with his parents.

Fang Bie was still a child, and his parents were still young.

However, there is a very serious problem, which is also one of the proofs that Fang Bie discovered he was a time traveler at a glance after he time-traveled a few years ago.

In his previous life, although his father shaved his head after the Mediterranean Sea turned gray, that was after he turned fifty.

The old man in the photo was only in his early thirties, and still had a thick, jet-black middle-part hairstyle.

However, after time-traveling, Old Man Fang started losing his hair in his twenties and by the time he was thirty, he had shaved his head completely.

This was the first sense of disharmony that Fang Bie noticed.

Over the years, he has gradually gotten used to seeing his father's bald head in the photos he has saved.

But now.

In that photo, the young father had thick, black hair!

Still a middle part hairstyle!

This is clearly a photo from my past life!

"Am I done filming already?! I'm not even married yet! And what about my beautiful, long-legged, stunningly beautiful, just-turned-twenty-year-old wife with long, straight black hair and a rich, fair complexion?!"

Fang Bie could hardly believe his eyes.

This is ridiculous!

I just went to the cemetery to comfort myself, thinking that maybe my parallel self has traveled into my past life, which would be good for my parents too.

I just said goodbye to the past, and then I'm back?

Where is my girlfriend?

What happened to my worldwide fame?

Where is my vast fortune?

This is ridiculous!

Are you suggesting that I, Fang, should continue going back to work for a measly few thousand yuan a month?

And he's still single?

The key issue is that he can no longer get used to the life of an ordinary office worker.

This is similar to a comic artist you knew in a past life.

That guy used to work in post-production for film and television in a small fourth-tier city, making a living on a monthly salary of three or four thousand yuan.

Then he worked overtime every day without pay, and no matter how much his boss scolded him, he could only smile and admit his mistakes.

It's like he was slapped on the left cheek, and he still had to smile and offer his right cheek.

There was no other way; without that three or four thousand yuan salary, he didn't even know how to pay his mortgage next month.

The company knew this, so they exploited him in every way.

In fact, many small and medium-sized companies understand this quite well.

Those around thirty years old who have already started a family and established a career will be exploited because they dare not quit their jobs due to mortgage payments.

However, they dare not exploit young people who have not worked long hours too much.

Because they felt no pressure, they simply resigned when they said they didn't want to continue.

But later, a comic that Fang Bie's friend drew online for his own amusement became a hit, and his income increased dozens of times over.

Should we send him back to work now?

It's hard.

With such a low monthly salary, would your boss dare say a word against me?

I could curse your whole family right here and then leave!

Because they weren't afraid of starving to death.

The current method of differentiation belongs to this category.

He worked as a director for several years and gained considerable fame, earning a sum of money he could never have imagined in his previous life.

Although she doesn't care much about money, her daily food and clothing are all high-end items carefully prepared by the young lady.

Should we then send him back to be a regular office worker?

He can't do it.

Just like this hard bed I've slept on for over twenty years.

In just three years, he found himself unable to sleep.

Hmm? Could this be a different kind of "to win a man's heart, you must first control his food, clothing, and shelter"?

With a sigh, Fang Bie decided to put these worries aside for the time being.

He pursed his lips, feeling his heart pounding.

Even without placing your hands on your chest, you can clearly feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest cavity.

"Dad? Mom?"

He called out softly.

No one answered.

"Dad! Mom!"

He shouted.

Still, no one answered.

He rushed to the bedroom door and opened it.

The small living room was empty.

The two Bichon Frises and one Siamese dog that he originally kept were lying there, looking at him blankly.

Upon meeting my gaze, the two white Bichon Frises thought I was going to take them for a walk. They barked a few times symbolically, then ran to the doorway and started pacing around, wagging their tails.

It even turned its head and called out to itself as it spun around.

"So he really came back."

After transmigrating to a parallel world, he remembered that his family didn't keep cats or dogs.

But in my past life, I did have two dogs and a cat in my family.

Thinking of this, Fang Bie's expression suddenly changed.

He took out his phone and opened his contacts.

Looking at the two phone numbers marked with the word "single" above.

He took a deep breath and dialed one of them.

The call was answered quickly.

"What's wrong, son?"

Fang Bie felt her vision blurring.

It was my mom's voice.

"mom"

"What's wrong? Did you just wake up?"

Mom found it a bit strange: "Are you going to order takeout first, or wait for your dad and me to get off work and eat together?"

My parents have actually retired.

However, in order to save money for Fang Bie's down payment on a house, and also because they didn't want to be bored at home, they both used their connections to find jobs.

My mom works as a dormitory supervisor in a university's girls' dormitory.

My dad works as a security guard at a heating company.

They all earn 1,600 yuan a month.

Twelve days of rest followed by twenty-four days of rest.

Three shifts.

With their own monthly pension of over two thousand yuan, the two of them can save up a few thousand yuan each month.

Although it was just a drop in the ocean compared to soaring housing prices, Fang Bie didn't say anything.

My parents are both people who can't sit still, so even if I refuse, they won't listen.

"Come back and eat together."

Fang suppressed his emotions and made his voice sound calm and even.

"Okay, so tonight would you like rice, noodles, or congee?"

"Rice, please."

"Who eats rice at night? Besides, I have to take a long detour to Chang'an Road to buy groceries. My electric scooter broke down, and there are no buses that go from our house to Chang'an Road. By the time I get back, it's already dark."

"Then let's have congee. Stop asking me what I want to eat, just tell me what you want to make. You've already decided what you want to make anyway."

Fang was complaining, but the corners of his mouth were unconsciously turning up.

These were complaints I used to say every day, but now they sound like...

Even though the windows weren't open, there was no wind in the room.

"Then I'll have millet porridge, stir-fry some tomatoes and eggs, and buy three salted duck eggs."

"Um."

Just as I was about to hang up, my mom added, "By the way, that elementary school teacher your grandma introduced you to, why don't you arrange a meeting with her? You're free this weekend, don't just stay cooped up at home all the time, you're already twenty-seven."

"I know."

Fang Bie, who was about to give a casual, perfunctory answer, was stunned.

Because the sound of a toilet flushing suddenly came from the bathroom.

But Mom and Dad haven't even gotten off work yet!

I'm an only child myself!

There can't possibly be another person in your own home right now!

Then, when he saw the person who opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, Fang Bie's mind went completely blank.

Long legs! Slim waist! Curvy figure! Big breasts!

And that face is so perfect it transcends the three-dimensional world!

The most crucial element is long, straight black hair!

Isn't this my own long, straight black hair that just turned twenty?

"Son, why aren't you saying anything?"

Hearing his mother's puzzled voice on the other end of the phone, Fang Bie took a deep breath and said righteously, "Mom, I already have a girlfriend, so let's forget about blind dates."

"You have a girlfriend?! Then why didn't you tell me? Were you lying to me?"

My mom clearly didn't believe me.

"I brought her home, you'll see her when you get back. Mom, remember to buy plenty of groceries, I want rice! Shrimp! Squid! And seaweed and egg drop soup!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go buy it. You talk to them for a bit, I'll call your dad!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Bie looked at Su Mulin in front of him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Will it appear in this place?

"Fang Bie".

The young lady, however, gave an irrelevant answer.

The man with long, straight black hair said with a very serious expression, "Fang Bie, I believe you."

"Believe me about what?"

Fang Bie didn't quite understand.

"I believe you are a time traveler." The young lady's expression remained serious. "Last night, you and my dad drank too much, and I went to pick you up. But you cried and insisted on going back to the old house in Luocheng to see it. So I took you back to Luocheng that very night."

Of course, they traveled by private jet.

"Then we went to sleep." Only now did fear appear in the young lady's eyes. "When I woke up just now, I realized something was wrong, but I couldn't help but go to the bathroom, and then I heard you calling for Mom and Dad."

She looked up, her clear black and white eyes reflecting Fang Bie's image.

But Fang Bie saw concern in it.

"Fang Bie, we're not going to never be able to go back, are we?"

"I don't know either." Fang Bie rubbed her head. "Don't worry, we'll go back."

He understood that feeling.

Therefore, he could better understand the young lady's feelings at this moment.

After all, her father, brother, and friends are there.

Not to mention the environment in which they grew up.

"That's not what I meant." The young lady grasped his hand, looking into his eyes. "My dad has two older brothers to take care of him, and we can make money in this world too. We just need to bring over the songs and movies from my world. Besides, I'm confident in my skills and your abilities. What I'm worried about is..."

She pursed her lips: "Won't your parents accept me? I might be an unregistered person in this world. I just checked, and there's no contact information for any relatives on the phone. Maybe I'm even an orphan."

Fang teased, "Then I can bully you all I want without being afraid of your dad and brother, right? You'll have to do all the housework from now on, or I'll bully you!"

He wanted to use this method to alleviate Su Mulin's tension and fear.

"I'm not kidding you!"

The young lady glared at him, then lowered her head and whispered, "You're all I have."

Fang Bie was taken aback, cupped her face in his hands, and looked into her clear, moist eyes.

"Don't worry, I will never abandon you."

"Um."

The two gradually became able to feel each other's breathing.

The silence speaks.

Then, the dog started barking.

The door opened.

Fang Bie's parents have arrived home.

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Ahem, what is that?"

Fang Bie's mother turned around and glared at Fang Bie's father: "Go cook! Can't you see the children are hungry?"

Dad nodded and carried the groceries toward the kitchen.

He would take two steps and then turn back.

He only went into the kitchen without looking back after his mother glared at him again.

An hour later, the family of three, including the girl with long, straight black hair, sat down at the dining table.

Fang Bie's parents just looked at Su Mulin and smiled.

Mom kept putting food on Su Mulin's plate.

Su Mulin also lowered her head and sipped her rice.

"Mom, stop putting her in the bowl, she's embarrassed."

Let's not break the silence.

"I know." Mom glared at Fang Bie, then looked at Su Mulin with a kind smile Fang Bie had never seen before. "Little Lin, right? You said you're only twenty this year?"

Su Mulin nodded slightly.

"Twenty is fine, only seven years apart." Mom still had a smile on her face. "Your uncle and I are also six years apart, it's nothing."

Then she started asking all sorts of questions.

Fang Bie's father couldn't stand it anymore: "We can talk about it later. This is their first time here."

"Fang Bie".

He raised his chin: "Take Xiao Lin to your room first. She flew all the way here to see you, we can't let her stay in a hotel. Hurry up and tidy up your lousy place! I'll make a mattress for you on the sofa in the living room later, you can sleep on the sofa for now."

Fang Bie: "."

He didn't say anything, but pulled Su Mulin back into the house.

As soon as he sat down on the bed, Fang Bie lay down on the young lady's thigh, which was covered by her skinny jeans, and looked up at her.

Although something was blocking her view, her face couldn't be seen.

"Is my mom really annoying?"

"No, I think it's fine."

Su Mulin's voice was noticeably more relaxed than before: "I can tell that your aunt and uncle are quite happy."

Fang Biexin was talking nonsense!

How could they not be satisfied with such a perfect girl?

"Well, what's done is done. Tomorrow we'll begin a new and wonderful life."

The young lady nodded: "Tomorrow I'll write down all the classic songs from that world first, and then we'll figure out a way."

As they chatted, evening arrived.

Fang Bie's phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and glanced at it; it was a WeChat message from his mother.

The soundproofing is poor, the room is small, so don't overdo it.

Fang Bie: "."

"Who is it?"

Fang Bie sat up, facing the young lady's questioning gaze, and smiled, "It's just a spam text message, let's go to sleep."

After saying that, he pushed the young lady down onto the bed.

Of course, I simply slept and did nothing else.

He felt too ashamed to be at home with his parents there.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A few birds chirped outside the window.

Fang Bie, still half-asleep, reached out and touched the side.

They ended up empty-handed.

He instantly snapped awake, flipping himself upright and sitting up abruptly: "Xiao Lin!"

"What's wrong?"

Fang Bie looked up and saw Su Mulin sitting in a computer chair by the window a little further away.

He let out a long sigh: "That startled me, I thought I was dreaming."

After saying that, he stood up: "Wash up and have breakfast, then I'll show you around our area."

"I'd like to too."

The young lady raised her hand with a wry smile: "But there may be no chance."

Fang Bie looked at her arm—it had become transparent.

"I might have to go back." The young lady forced a smile, suppressing her sadness. "But it's good that you're back. At least here, your aunt and uncle are still alive and well."

She gradually became transparent.

"Oh, right!"

As if racing against time, she spoke rapidly: "I stayed up all night last night writing down the sheet music and lyrics for many classic songs from my past life, and they're on your computer desktop! Remember to sell them to a music company later! Also! Don't get scammed! Compare several companies! After all..."

"I can't stay with you anymore."

Fang didn't say anything.

But the tears could no longer be held back and flowed down her cheeks to her chin.

The bedroom door was opened, but Fang Bie did not turn around.

"Son, what did you just shout?"

Before Mom could finish speaking, she and Dad were stunned as they watched Su Mulin gradually become transparent.

"Uncle and Aunt, I'm sorry, I can't stay by Fang Bie's side anymore." Su Mulin smiled through her tears. "The wife you find for him must not be worse than me, or I will be unwilling."

Fang Bie's parents seemed to understand something, but they didn't say anything.

Fang Bie just stared blankly at Su Mulin, without saying a word.

The next moment, he felt someone push him from behind.

Subconsciously, he took a step forward.

This seemed to give him courage.

He rushed forward and hugged Su Mulin tightly: "I'll go back with you!"

Turning around, I saw my parents' relieved smiles.

"Son, you're not a child anymore. Remember to take responsibility. It would be best if you could give your father and me a grandson, or even better, a granddaughter."

Fang wiped the moisture from his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed into a V-shape, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile:

"Okay. Dad, Mom, I need to take responsibility."

"goodbye."

Watching the two figures gradually become transparent, Mom waved her hand:

"Son, have a safe journey."

Open your eyes.

It's a familiar ceiling.

It's still that hard bed I'm not used to sleeping on.

Turning my head, I saw a photo on the bedside table. My mom was smiling happily, while my bald dad looked serious.

Fang closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and the young lady walked in complaining, "Last night you got drunk and kept crying and shouting that you wanted to go back to Los Angeles. Are you sober now? Honestly, I don't know why my dad insisted on making you drink."

As she was speaking, she paused for a moment.

Then she walked to the bedside and sat down. Without asking Fang Bie why he was crying, she simply picked up his head and held it against her chest, whispering, "It's okay, I'll always be by your side."

Fang finally burst into tears.

This was the first time he had truly cried in the three years since he had traveled through time.

(End of this chapter)