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    It was a tiring journey again, and I didn't get home until nearly noon.  As soon as the taxi stopped, I rushed into the corridor, and the driver got down and closed my open door before leaving muttering. I was really embarrassed and anxious.

    After the joyful rush, I noticed that there was actually a night care in the bathroom, and that nasty thing was also placed on the bed in the bedroom.  Miserable, miserable, how come I forgot to ask this key question before going home, my wife has to spend seven or eight days every time, and I am not allowed to touch her during this period, if it happens to catch up with the beginning, I will do it in these few days  monk.  The analogy is inappropriate, the monk is not around, so he can't do it, but I have it, so I can't do it.  pain!  With that apprehension, I went to my mother's place for dinner.

    Walking into the house excitedly, my wife is busy in her space.  I didn't care to take off my coat and walked behind her and whispered: "Didn't I say it a few days ago, why did you come so early?"

    The wife smiled: "It's early, I can't help it, look at you, if you dare to come back, you will do that." "Go, go, go, don't get in the way, I don't think I'm busy."

    Reluctantly walked to the living room, hung up the coat, and went to the mother's bedroom to watch Dudu.  Both parents are there, and they are studying the advertisements of some health care medicines. Dudu concentrates on building blocks in the area circled by the two old people.  Because of the bed, the shape of the set up was very messy. When the simple set up collapsed, the child waved his little hands and began to throw it impatiently.  I talked to my parents a few words, saw such a scene, stopped my temper at a young age, and picked up the child. She seemed to have discovered my existence. Seeing me hug her, she hesitated for a while, and remembered to call Dad.

    The childish voice of the child completely dispelled my unhappiness just now. I picked her up and put her on the ground, and walked out with two small arms.  Walking independently, let go of her swaying towards his wife, feeling her growth.

    ?After dinner, I chatted with my parents for a while. My wife sat for a while and went over first, saying that I wanted to wash the child. I continued to talk with the second elder, and I will go back later.

    Watching the current affairs news of Phoenix TV with my father, my father would still intersperse some stories of their time. As a listener and a son, I nodded from time to time to show my concentration, and sometimes I would show surprise and ask a few questions.

    When my father was young, he liked to read books, which involved a wide range of subjects. According to my mother, my father planted cucumbers by reading books, and the yellow flowers bloomed. In the harvest season, nothing grew. I asked the old man to know that he forgot to pollinate.  links.  Every time he heard his mother joke about his deeds, his father just smiled and did not argue.

    Look at the watch and it is already 9:45, so I said goodbye to my parents and went back to my small home.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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