On the vast ocean, strong winds gathered dark clouds.
Between the dark clouds and the sea, the seagulls are flying proudly like black lightning.
Sometimes its wings touched the waves, sometimes it rushed straight into the dark clouds like an arrow, and it screamed.
The dark clouds heard joy in the bird's brave cry.
This cry is filled with longing for a storm!
In this shout, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory.
The seagulls groaned and groaned before the storm came. They flew over the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks were also groaning. They could not enjoy the joy of life's battle: the rumbling thunder frightened them.
The stupid penguin timidly hid its fat body under the cliff.
Only the proud seagull flies bravely and freely over the foaming sea.
The dark clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down towards the sea, and the waves sang as they rushed towards the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared.
The waves cried out in angry spray, contending with the wind.
Look, the strong wind hugs the huge waves tightly and throws them fiercely onto the cliffs, smashing these large pieces of emerald into dust and fragments.
The seagulls cried out and flew, like black lightning, piercing through the dark clouds like an arrow, their wings sweeping up the foam of the waves.
Look, it's flying like an elf.
A proud, black storm spirit.
It is laughing and it is howling.
It laughs at the dark clouds and it howls with joy.
This sensitive spirit had long heard fatigue in the rage of thunder. It firmly believed that the dark clouds could not cover the sun - yes, they could not!
The wind howled...
Thunder roars...
Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned over the bottomless sea.
The sea seizes the arrows of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss.
The shadows of these lightning bolts looked like fire snakes, winding and swimming in the sea and disappearing in a flash.
storm!
The storm is coming!
This is the brave seagull, flying proudly above the roaring sea and amidst the lightning.
This is the prophet of victory shouting: Let the storm come even harder!
After getting home from get off work, Yang Fan couldn't wait to take Shisan to review this famous essay.
After reviewing, he didn't want to move.
A few minutes later.
"Go down quickly, Qianqian is coming." Thirteen pushed Yang Fan, who was like a big rock, and said, "Go cook, Guoguo is hungry."
Yang Fan had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
Glancing at the bed sheet, he asked, "Did you come early?"
Thirteenth Aunt covered her graceful body with a towel. Her face was still flushed, but she looked sacred and dignified.
There is a kind of indescribable beauty called Wen Shisan.
She turned her back and lay on her side, her voice a little tired: "No, the fastest we can wait is probably another two days."
She has been offended these two days.
However, Xiaofan like this is a normal man.
In the past, Thirteen always suspected that Yang Fan was abnormal, but now he is finally sure that he is normal, 200% normal.
When he got home from work and saw her, his eyes lit up as if he hadn't seen a woman in a hundred years.
Afterwards, he played an animated movie for Guoguo to watch, and then coaxed and dragged Shisan into the room without saying anything.
Thirteen was both angry and amused.
However, after resting for almost a day and a night, she felt that with her physical condition, she should only feel pure happiness without any pain.
It turns out that happiness is not very simple.
But she was willing and she liked it.
Seeing Yang Fan happy, her slight unhappiness would turn into happiness.
"I'll change the sheets first." After putting on his clothes, Yang Fan went to the locker to find new sheets.
Thirteen did not stop Yang Fan. When he came over with the new bed sheet, she lay down on her side and looked at him: "Put it aside for now. Go cook some rice and side dishes. I'll change it myself later."
Yang Fan glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded: "Okay, I'll make another pot of soup tonight to replenish your energy and blood."
Thirteen immediately made a bitter face: "If you don't drink it, you will have to drink it in a few days."
After living together with Yang Fan, she had her menstrual period. Even if she didn't tell Yang Fan, Yang Fan could still discover it through his own observation.
So every time she had her period, Yang Fan would cook soup for her to drink for several days in a row.
No matter what kind of food you eat, if you eat it frequently, your stomach will reject it.
"Guoguo drinks milk every morning. If she doesn't want to drink it, don't you force her to drink it?" Yang Fan said.
Aunt Thirteen turned her back and said, "Okay."
Yang Fan left Room 13 and came out to the living room.
In the living room, Guoguo was sitting on the sofa, his feet on the rolling body on the ground, watching the animated movie with great fascination.
Yang Fan picked up the remote control and paused the TV.
Guoguo then turned around and asked, "Dad, are we ready to eat?"
"No, I'm getting ready to cook. I can't keep watching TV. It's time to take a break." Yang Fan exited the on-demand channel and switched to the TV channel.
On TV, international current affairs news was being broadcast.
Yang Fan was immediately attracted.
He had seen the news a few days ago that several countries were conducting joint military exercises on the high seas, including Country M, Country Y, and Country F, which was very meaningful.
Today's news is related to this military exercise.
The exercise went wrong.
The military aircraft of Country M bombed the warships of Country Y, and the torpedoes of Country Y sank a frigate next to the aircraft carrier of Country M. The bombers of Country F were so frightened that they were shot down by Country M immediately after approaching the aircraft carrier of Country M.
Of course, the specific details were not disclosed in the news.
Just say that an accident occurred during this military exercise, and the three major countries suffered losses to varying degrees.
For Chinese people, this is certainly news worth celebrating.
He provoked others in front of their house, brandished guns and sticks, hurt himself, and laughed his head off.
After watching the news for a while, Yang Fan hurried to cook.
It's almost seven o'clock in the evening.
Not long after he entered the kitchen, Liu Qianqian came.
Guoguo opened the door for her.
She hadn't been here for more than ten days, so this time she brought a lot of delicious food for Aunt Thirteen and Guoguo.
"Mom, I'm hungry. Can I eat something first?" Guoguo, holding one of the bags of snacks, walked into the room and asked his mother who had already put on her clothes and was making the bed sheets.
"Let me see what it is." Aunt Thirteen folded the changed bed sheets, put them aside, and took the bag of snacks from Guoguo's hand.
After taking it, she tore it open and started eating it first.
Guoguo swallowed his saliva and watched his mother eat.
"Eat it." Then, Aunt Thirteen returned the bag of snacks to Guoguo.
Guoguo took the snack bag back, stretched her neck to look inside, and luckily, her mother had left some for her.
At this moment, the phone that Aunt Thirteen placed on the bedside suddenly rang with the voice of an intelligent elf: "Thirteen, Mom is here."
Aunt Thirteen frowned and picked up the pair of black-framed glasses next to the phone and put them on.
After wearing them for a while, she put them down and said to the smart elf, "Take over the control and return home."