My grandpa and grandma are the most important elders to me, and their care and love for me will never be forgotten.
"Come on, doctor, fruit Danpi."
"Um, Brother Mohan."
The city’s No. 1 Hospital is not far away. It only takes 30 minutes to walk. It’s just a memory of an adult. As a child, it took me and Mo Han for forty minutes.
When I appeared in front of Sister Yalai’s ward, I happened to see a group of her classmates surrounded. Sister Yalai is a beautiful woman with a good reputation. She is a unanimous monitor from elementary school to university. Even if she is hospitalized, her grades are still impressive.
After knowing that I came to see my cousin specially, these half-big girls changed their tricks and took out all kinds of snacks from their pockets, so that they could fuck my brother. After a lapse of more than ten years, I can enjoy candy again. Come to the happy life of Zhangkoumei to reach out.
When I was besieged by my sisters, Mohan asked Yalai again and again. Sister Yalai turned a blind eye to the formula expression. I had been paying attention to my cousin's condition, and I secretly laughed until my calf cramped. But no matter what I thought, my mouth didn't stop, this big white rabbit "milk" candy is still delicious before.
When a group of sisters turned in gorgeously, Yalai and I, who were stuffed with all kinds of candies in their pockets, began to sit on the ground and share the spoils.
Taking the opportunity of the ink letter to go to the toilet, Yalai unceremoniously stuck his tongue out at me, which could not be more obvious.
"My dear sister, it's not that I want to bring him here. I have a meeting at home and asked him to come with me."
"Really, why would you think of coming to see me today?"
"Of course I want to please my sister."
"Look at you poor, my sister is really right."
"What did Yafeng say?"
"You are much more interesting than Hajime."
"Don't, don't be kidding, how do I compare with Brother Shi?"
I was so scared, don't, if you two sisters like me, wouldn't it push me to the absolute path
"Hey, look at you blushing. I have read your article, it is really good."
"Really?"
"Well, when my sister showed it to me, I thought it was written in an ink letter."
"Heh, hehe."
I wonder if this excuse is really gorgeous, ink letter? Everyone knows that his composition has never scored more than 10 points, and if he can write this thing, then the so-called Chinese educators can really go to death.
"I heard you stopped writing recently?"
"Well, people are afraid of being famous and afraid of being strong. Your brother, I have not yet the noble consciousness of being a genius child prodigy."
"Look at you poor."
"Cousin, can you come to my house during winter vacation? Help me review my homework, okay?"
This request is the second step I want to do. If I have Sister Yalai’s help, I will be confident that Sister Yafeng will be nailed to my house throughout the winter vacation. But after that day, even if their two sisters fly to the sky, I am lazy to take care of them.
"Yes, but you have to show me the story you wrote."
"Okay, it's a deal."
"What does one say?"
The ink letter appeared in front of the ward out of time, and Sister Yalai and I shared his share very tacitly.
The last day of Nineteenth, Sunday.
I was taken by three cousins to the children's clothing department of the first department store in t city to try new clothes.
People who are thin can choose clothes when they are thin, and those who are thin are choosing clothes, and those who are fat are buying clothes. This is the truth. But seeing Yafeng, Yalai, and Wangxue holding different cotton clothes to be worn in their hands, I suddenly realized that fat people also have advantages.
Speaking of the three-counseling trial, I didn’t think about it, because the cause was only this year’s new clothes. I wanted to buy it myself, but my mother firmly opposed it. Generally speaking, I thought that I would not choose carefully when I was a child. Grandma supported me, so under the active mediation of my grandpa, three cousins accompanied me to buy clothes.
At the end of 19, Wangxue’s father, Zhugejian, the boss of the famous Zhuge Security Company, was still stationed at the border between Yunnan and Vietnam, so Wangxue lived in my grandmother’s house and her mother was also me. It's a pity that my mother's relatives left early, so I don't even have a memory of this aunt.
Pity I made a test hanger when I was young, and the parents who brought their children to buy clothes curiously looked at this little guy desperately trying on clothes at the counter. The department stores in 19 were basically state-owned and contracted, and the nostrils of the employees inside were open to the sky. How could they allow these little guys to play on the counter without anyone else.
I forgot to say that Yafeng Yalai’s father is the city’s one hundred general contractor. In other words, the young master of Zhang’s Xingxing is the ancestor of the 200-odd salesperson. Seeing the affectionate smiles of the salespersons, I couldn't help but lament in my heart that capitalism is really the root of all evil.
Here I have to admit that Wangxue’s vision is indeed better than that of Biafeng and Yalai, but I have great curiosity about why Wangxue went to the police academy and embarked on the road of no return. Because it develops like this, Zhuge Wangxue is obviously a husband and a child.