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Volume 2 Mao Shen¡¯s Hometown Tour Chapter 15 Midlife Crisis

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    "It's okay just go about your business." Zhao's father probably noticed his gaffe and waved his hand, letting Zhao Meina do her own thing.  Zhao Meina first turned around and went back to the house, then suddenly turned back and glanced at her father.  She had to take a look, her father was so weird today.  Seeing this scene, Yu Sheng probably knew what kind of state Father Zhao was in.  To describe it in four simple words, it is "midlife crisis".  ??Midlife crisis, also known as "gray middle age", generally occurs between the ages of 39 and 50. In men between the ages of 40 and 65, it is also called "man forty syndrome".  Broadly speaking, it refers to the various hurdles and crises that may be experienced in this stage of life such as career, health, family and marriage.  It seems that this is a troubled person.  Yu Sheng recalled the explanation from the online encyclopedia in his mind and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.  There were no lights on in the living room, and the colorful fluorescent light from the TV was projected on Father Zhao¡¯s face.  For the rest of my life, I observed Father Zhao with the help of this light that kept changing colors.  He looked like an ordinary farmer, with a good figure. Even when he was sitting on the sofa, there was still no sign of a potbelly.  Looking at the expression on his face, it doesn¡¯t look like he is in pain or confused.  However, for the rest of my life, I can be sure that Father Zhao is having a mid-life crisis.  As a man, what he wants to pursue is nothing more than "power, wealth, beauty, and sex."  Older middle age, like a peach blossom in the past, a light -fitting wife.  I don¡¯t know when she turned into a bloated, yellow-faced woman.  Without the sweet words of old days, only trivial matters remain.  This is just the family¡¯s dissatisfaction.  In addition, there are also career dissatisfaction.  It is said that Zhao's father is already the deputy county magistrate. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is more or less a high official.  But people always have the desire to pursue progress. He probably wants to take his career to the next level.  "Hey, what are you doing?" Zhao Mina rubbed Yu Sheng's belly with the instep of her foot, lowered her head and whispered.  "Meow." Yu Sheng, who hadn't meowed for a long time, raised his head and meowed, indicating that he understood, and walked towards her house.  Yu Sheng subconsciously glanced at the foot Zhao Mina was rubbing against him, but he didn't feel anything exciting.  A man who does not become a gentleman is not a good man.  Once upon a time, I had more or less strange habits for the rest of my life.  Foot control is probably one of them.  After all, girls of later generations love to wear flip-flops in the summer, exposing their snow-white and crystal-clear feet. If you don¡¯t look at them in vain, it¡¯s inevitable to have a little fetish.  Of course, Yu Sheng knew that those beautiful feet seen in future generations would not be purely natural. Otherwise, if they were born white and rosy, that would be too evil, right?  So, he subconsciously glanced at Zhao Mina's feet.  He found that it was far less beautiful than he remembered, so he nodded with peace of mind.  ¡° If it were that era, she would have become a yellow-faced woman.  Yu Sheng watched Zhao Mina's back as she walked out.  She was preparing meals for the rest of her life.  She treated Yu Sheng so carefully, and Yu Sheng felt that it was not good, not good to slander Zhao Mina like this. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡¯¡¯ ? ? Give up the rest of life as a black man, and instead thought about, as a cat, can I survive until that day?  Thinking of this, his whole cat felt depressed by himself.  Like a sad husky, he put his chin on his front paws and looked at the ground sadly.  Zhao Meina has never kept a pet, so she doesn¡¯t know what cats eat.  Yesterday, she believed Su Yuxiao's abuse on the phone again, believing that Yu Sheng was a vegetarian cat.  So, she searched and searched in the kitchen and found a tomato and a few eggs.  She took it upon herself to make a tomato scrambled egg using seasonal vegetables like tomatoes.  Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are also called Mushu persimmons in the Northeast.  "Muxu" is the mistake of Osmanthus osmanthus!  Osmanthus osmanthus is also the sweet-scented osmanthus.  It got its name because the broken eggs in the persimmon scrambled eggs look like pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus.  For the rest of my life, I tasted Zhao Meina¡¯s cooking, but fortunately it was not a dark dish.  ?Perhaps it¡¯s because of the superior quality of the raw materials.  Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a little sugar are sour and sweet.  He spent the rest of his life feasting on Zhao Mina's thoughts, and continued to think about his sorrow.  "Who am I?" "Where do I come from?" "Where am I going?" I spent the rest of my life thinking about three major philosophical questions.  Zhao Meina looked puzzled at the inactive Yu Sheng beside the bed.  What happened today?  Not only is there something wrong with Dad, but there is also something wrong with this cat who ran away and wandered around for a whole day.  Is there something wrong with them, or is there something wrong with me?  Zhao Meina ran to the dressing table and sat down, holding her face with her hands.??, looking at himself in the mirror with his face pinched.  No problem.     All right.  Stopping her random thoughts, Zhao Meina returned to her desk, took out a small notebook, and drew random things on it.  As she was philosophizing for the rest of her life, looking at the notebook under her hand, something suddenly occurred to her.  **I haven¡¯t drawn it yet, why don¡¯t I copy it in advance and make a joke like ¡°This God of Death Is a Dog¡±?  But he thought about it and gave up.  Even though this was a comic written two thousand years later, he didn't know if the original author still had the first draft.  Crash or something, although not embarrassing.  But Yu Sheng couldn't change his mind, and he couldn't copy the righteousness of Ling Ran.  So what story should you come up with?  Yu Sheng jumped on the desk, intending to look into the distance to find inspiration.  But when he saw what Zhao Mina drew on the paper.  I had an instant inspiration.  What Zhao Meina drew in her notebook is not difficult to understand.  If anyone who has been to Jiangcheng can tell at a glance, what she painted is Jiangcheng.  Starting from the north, draw all the way to the south.  It's just that this is a notebook and cannot be connected to form a complete picture.  I can only peek through the tube and see two pages.  Yu Sheng looked at the Sijian River running through the center of the notebook, at the county government on the right, and at the county government family building on the right of the government.  I was wondering if there might be a girl inside who was drawing pictures of Jiangcheng.  There is a cat watching.  This story can be told as a story. There is a temple on the mountain. There are two monks in the temple, an old monk and a young monk. The old monk tells the young monk a story, an infinite loop of stories.  ¡°But Yu Sheng doesn¡¯t like warm fairy tales. What he wants is destruction, darkness, and anti-humanity.  In the mind of this malicious cat, a scene of flames bursting into the sky emerged.  As the notebook in front of me was lit.  The real world also began to smell smoky.  Vision no longer seems clear.  The originally dark night sky began to turn yellow.  The billowing heat flow comes from all angles of the space.  This day!  This place!  All were set on fire.  Everything is reduced to nothingness in the red fire.
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