Five years later.
The child has grown up, and the baby name is little girl. Because he couldn't find his biological "father", he was unable to settle down, and the poor little girl became a black hukou.
The little girl who has a mother without a "father" is very good, and everyone loves her.
After work, Dou Xiaoye rushed to the kindergarten to pick up the little girl, suddenly it started to rain heavily, and the girls hid in the mall.
"Look, Mom!" The little girl's milky voice sounded like a silver bell.
Dou Xiaoye held his daughter's chubby little hand, followed the direction of her fingers and saw the large LED screen hanging in the shopping mall, saw a certain figure on the screen, and the smile on his face solidified a little.
The little girl bit her finger and giggled, "Wow—this young lady is so pretty!"
Dou Xiaoye's eyes did not blink, and his eyes gradually became wet.
The little girl who couldn't get a response looked at her mother, and found that her mother was actually crying. She shook her head, took her mother's hand and asked, "What's wrong with you, mother?"
Dou Xiaoye was in a trance for a while, she raised her head to wipe away her tears, and smiled softly at Xiao Guai, "No, my mother didn't cry, it was sweat in her eyes."
The little girl believed it to be true, grinned, and said, "Mom is also very beautiful, just as beautiful as the young lady above."
Dou Xiaoye couldn't help but glanced at the screen again, but it had been replaced by other advertisements.
The figure was gone, but the man's frown and smile were deeply etched in her mind.
Dou Xiaoye stroked his daughter's fluffy hair, and thought to himself: "Silly child, what little sister, that's your mother."
…
After Murong Shi finished chasing someone's update, he was once again severely struck by lightning. With enough balance, she threw another deep water and pulled down to see the comments of other readers.
- Five years later, you let Ono be a single mother for five years, how hard it is! You also said it was a sweet text!
-good boy? Can you be more perfunctory about your name
—One day, five years later, Xiao Gaojiao met another mother of hers and called out sweetly, "Hello, Miss Sister!"... One sister and one mother, this generation is messed up 2333
- Gong's identity is a model? I remember that Da Da seemed to have said in the group that the prototype of Gong was the daughter of their boss
…
The boss's daughter? Isn't that what you're talking about yourself
Murong Shi felt uncomfortable as soon as she saw these four words. She couldn't blame her for being sensitive. After all, Xu Chuanchuan dared to speak ill of her on Weibo, and it was nothing unusual for her to write her into a book.
If that's the case...
Murong Shi squinted, logged into Weibo, and sent a private message to someone.
There is no poem in the girl's feelings: "Refund."
It's almost time, Xu Chuanchuan is sleepy and yawning, ready to read a wave of reader comments before going to sleep, just refreshed to the deep water thrown at her by "Passerby Poetry", before she had time to be happy, she saw these two messages sent by someone. words. She groaned in her heart.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "I saw the deep water you threw for me, and you slipped your hand wrong again? Why don't I send you a big red envelope~"
One hand skating is understandable, but it is unbelievable to do it again and again. Could it be that this local tyrant has a bad eye, plus Parkinson's
Cough—Xu Chuanchuan was more willing to believe that this arrogant local tyrant was teasing herself, so she added another word cautiously.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Don't you like my article?"
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "It's okay."
Murong Shi also realized that she was impulsive, and blamed the lychee, she only ate a few and got angry. This Xu Chuanchuan couldn't help but be amused, and actually sent her a red envelope. Murong Shi confiscated it.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Why not accept..."
There are no poems for girls' feelings: "You tell me how two women have children first?"
Loves to eat Mala Tang: "Uh... This is a curious setting. If you want to ask me how it was born, I don't know. Besides, Jinjiang is so strict that he won't write it [shy]"
There is no poem in the girl's feelings: "Oh, then refund the money."
Love to eat Mala Tang: "I gave you a red envelope and you didn't take it. What do you mean [grievance], girl, just say it directly, what do you want to do..."
Murong Shi: Why don't you just get a stomachache from being idle!
There is no poem in the feelings of a girl: "Don't call me a sister."
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Are you a man???"
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "Men read the novels you wrote?"
Love to eat Mala Tang: "It's not surprising, there are a few male readers in my readership, but there are fewer. Of course, I know you must be a woman."
There is no poem in the feelings of a girl: "How can I see it?"
Loves to eat Mala Tang: "I feel it." Anyway, there is no man she knows who is as arrogant as this local tyrant.
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "I am older than you."
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Then I call you Miss Sister?"
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "… "
Which pot is not opened to mention which pot.
Murong Shi recalled the content of the second chapter that she had just read, in which the little girl called the woman on the screen to be "Miss", and the reader's spoiler would be an attack. Remembering that one of the readers mentioned that she might be the prototype of this "little sister", Murong Shi's face became even more ugly.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Or Sister Shi?"
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "… "
Murong Shi wanted to ask her about the prototype of Gong, but she was worried that the question would reveal too much, so she had to endure it.
Loves Mala Tang: "Forget it, I'll call you a local tyrant." Because of the word "poetry", she really doesn't like it.
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "Whatever you want."
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Since you are unwilling to accept the red envelope here, then I will send it to you with the author's number, so that you can use it to read other articles. Thank you very much [love]"
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "No need."
Xu Chuanchuan also thought about it. People would throw five and four to her without hesitation. How could it be possible to send her that little red envelope
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Then I won't refund you any more, give you a loving hug [hug] [shy]"
There are no poems in the feelings of a girl: "Just want to send me off like this?"
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Then what else do you want? You don't want to send books, and you don't accept red envelopes..."
There is no poem in the feelings of a girl: "You still owe me a piece of meat, forget it?"
"Pfft—" Xu Chuanchuan sprayed a sip of saliva on the phone screen, and some fell on Xu Xiangxiang's arm lying beside him.
Xu Xiangxiang jumped up and complained loudly: "Sister, what are you doing!"
Xu Chuanchuan wiped his mouth with a tissue, and blushed slightly and said, "It's nothing, I'm choking."
Xu Xiangxiang rolled her eyes, fearing that she would be victimized again, she moved aside and continued to play games with others.
Xu Chuanchuan looked at the screen, staring at the last line of text in a daze.
Of course she didn't forget...
She thought the local tyrant had forgotten...
Although Xu Chuanchuan likes money very much, he must be a person with principles, and he can't bow down for five buckets of rice!
It's impossible for her to write meat! Otherwise, what if every reader seduces her to let her write about meat in the future
Loves to eat Mala Tang: "Oh, it's getting late, tomorrow I have to get up early to code, you should rest early too, good night~"
Although the local tyrants are generous, they are really difficult to serve! It's better to keep a little distance and slip away.
The author has something to say: I myself don't give birth to sons, and I am not black for black. Because Murong hadn't read a few novels, she couldn't get the cuteness of the public, and it was rare and strange, so in her opinion, it was absurd for Lily to give birth to a child.