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And I put on the sweater that my mother made for me. The pattern of the sweater is simple, and there is no complicated texture. I once asked my mother to weave a few lotus flowers on them for me, but I couldn't do it.

Even if my mother's hands and feet entered the doll factory at the age of 18, they are not so flexible, let alone have any strange thoughts.

In the future, when I was just starting out, I would be able to cut cucumbers into thin slices when making cucumber shooting. And my good mom has been cooking for decades, but she can still only cut the cucumbers into cubes. Although the taste is not much better than mine, it is very unsightly.

So will I play a sweater?

My answer was, "Ahem, I don't think I'll ever be able to make a sweater in my life." The genetics are very strong, and I don't feel comfortable with this kind of manual work. It's like a stupid person with no talent, but he doesn't put in the effort, and the result can be imagined. ”

In other words, the collar of this sweater is a little too tight. I think my tongue will be strangled in the air all the time, and I won't be able to take it back (just a little bit).

Before heading out, I proposed to change into a sweater. My mother wouldn't let me change it, saying that my clothes would be loose when I wore them.

I had to try to keep my mind off the bouncy sweater. In fact, it is not only uncomfortable to wear on the neck, but also to wear it elsewhere. I'm not a fat person, OK? On the contrary, I am still a "stalk" with yellow muscles and thin muscles and no flesh! The sweater still strangled me very uncomfortable.

However, I quickly found a solution, my left hand pulled at the hem of my mother's dress, and my right hand pulled the collar of the dress to breathe.

My mother took me to the private kindergarten at the back of the village, which was the only one in the village.

We were greeted by a white and fat aunt. She has wavy curls, but they are not very soft, but a little yellow and split ends.

The clothes she wore looked high-end and were leather. She was wearing boots on her feet, boots indeed. I judged that this must be someone with more money than my family.

Mom and this fat aunt talked about the price of starting school, 350 yuan a semester. That's not a small amount for our family.

The mother didn't bargain and took out the money from her pocket and handed it to this aunt.

A flower bloomed on the fat aunt's face.

She is the only teacher in this school, serving as the principal and teaching teacher. All this money must have been swallowed up by her.

Mom was wearing her own sister's old clothes, and I was wearing my cousin's old clothes, old pants, old shoes. There is a strong contrast with the brand-new leather coat on the fat aunt and the boots on her feet.

Her tone towards her mother is not friendly, probably because she is honest.

What do you mean, I read a villager and didn't let you bring your household register.

In fact, this is a bit nondescript, our family was born and raised in Mo Village, and the household registration book was so good that it was locked in a big box by my mother.

Does it make a difference with the belt?

Later, I watched Zhao Wei's classic romance drama "Deep Love and Rain", this fat woman is decisively a copy of Aunt Xue in the play.

After completing the formalities, my mother and I went home to prepare supplies for school.

I wasn't pulling at the collar because it was completely loose.

"Didn't I tell you to stop, you see, it's all loose."

Mom said angrily.

I spread my hands and didn't answer.

As early as the registration process, my mother didn't allow me to pull my collar.

Of course I didn't listen, and when she said it, I talked even harder.

Don't do anything for me, I'm just "can't blow the wind, can't talk about".

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