Being called a fool, called a fool, is supposed to be angry. However, Naylor, who was called so by Srose, was giggling at the moment, and even he thought it seemed good to be a fool.

The little girl was holding a drawing board, with a white paper the same size as Nayler's manuscript, and she squatted on the ground and looked up at the Yeko Rowing Boat in the window, drawing one by one.

Soon, the black lines of the pencil outlined the appearance of the rowing boat.

Neller on the side looked at the painting for a while, and looked at Sros for a while, smirking more harshly and looking even more stupid.

The grocery store owner, looking at the teenager and girl outside the store, let out a barbell-like laugh.

He called Srose for selfishness, thinking that if his little granddaughter could capture the heart of that stupid boy from Nayler, she would not have to worry about it in this life.

Everyone is white, although it may not be a good match, but in Nayler's house, it is easier to accept than if he finds a chocolate.

Teenagers and girls obviously can't think of so much, those who paint are painting with their hearts, and those who are watching are watching with their hearts.

"It's so beautiful!" Srose was almost done, she put down her pen, and Neller sighed.

Srose looked at Neller holding up his painting and circling around there, feeling a little embarrassed, this kid is such a big fool.

"Can you add a few words here, like this magazine?" Neller put down Srose's drawing, picked up the magazine that the grocery store owner had just taken out, and pointed to the WordArt.

"Okay. What to write? Srose asked.

"It's time to write 'The Story of Boat Racing.'" Neller frowned and thought for a long time, but his talent was limited and he couldn't think of a name for Lafeng.

Srose raised her pen, first lightly traced the outline of a row of words, and then asked, "Is that okay?" ”

"Okay! Yes! Very good. Neller repeated a short phrase in his mouth, and his IQ was almost negative at the moment.

"Srose, can you help me watch it for a moment? I'm going to go home and make a copy of your drawing. Neller asked, holding Srose's drawing.

"Go, go, go." Srose waved impatiently like a clingy, heeled, and legged puppy.

Neller's invisible tail wagged and wagged, and he said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." ”

As he spoke, he ran away with a puff of smoke.

The afternoon sun was hot and blinding, and the grocery store owner brought out a sun umbrella and stood beside Srose, and he laughed twice and said, "What do you think of that kid Nayler?" ”

"How?" Srose repeated, touching her round little chin and saying, "It's a little stupid, why does Grandpa ask that?" ”

"Haha. It's nothing, I think this kid is not bad, he has a future, and it doesn't hurt to play with him more. The grocery store owner said.

The leaves of the trees in late autumn are golden, and when the wind blows slightly, the leaves flutter and fall.

Neller lifted his left hand and touched the blade on his head, feeling as if he had been knocked unconscious by it. This blade is like the arrow of Cupid, the goddess of love, and brightens his life.

"Srose! Srose! Srose! ”

Humming Srose's name on his lips, Neller returned home, stood on a small stool, and operated a laser printer taller than him, putting Sros's drawings in to scan.

At the beginning of the copying, sheets of paper with large rowing patterns were spit out of the printer.

For each one he spit out, Neller picked it up, and they were not only a little hot to the touch, but also smelled in front of his nose, and there was something special about them.

When the photocopies were finished, Neller hurried back to the grocery store with them in his hand.

They posted one by one in front of the bound storybook and began to shout in the streets.

There are not many people coming and going, and even fewer people stop to look, almost two hundred passing by, and only one person will pick it up and look at it, and it will not necessarily buy it.

Did it fail......

Neller was a little depressed, and he felt that the six rows were far away from him.

, in Hebrew, means life.

He was Nayler's father, the little lawyer, a little lawyer who lived in a non-wealthy neighborhood.

When he came home today to make a copy of the material, he found that the toner in the toner cartridge of the photocopier had been used up, and there was a lot less paper next to it.

picked up the phone and called his wife's unit, and after making sure that it wasn't for her, he understood that his son must have made it.

This loser child, what is his father working hard for every day, not just to make him live a happier life.

Be sure to catch this kid and teach him a good lesson.

If you want to teach Naylor a lesson, of course, you must first know where he is.

However, this did not bother, who called the police department, and ten minutes later, someone called back to say that Naylor was at Hudson's grocery store.

Okay, okay, don't run, boy, wait for me.

put on his coat and walked out of the house with his black leather suitcase.

Naylor, who is immersed in the small world of Sross at the moment, must not have heard of the phrase "blessing and misfortune depend on each other".

By the time he saw the menacing daddy, it was too late.

Not far away, two patrolling policemen seemed to have inadvertently blocked Nayler's escape route. He could only stand still, waiting for his father, Heyman, to come to him.

"Dad." Neller exclaimed.

"You still know I'm your dad?" pulled Nayler's collar and picked him up, and with his other hand he put down the box, wanting to give Nayler a mouthful. But I suddenly remembered that I was on the street, not at home. There are many people, and it is not good to be reported by someone who does not open their eyes to child abuse.

The two patrolling policemen raised their heads in unison, as if a UFO had just flown over in the blue sky and white clouds.

"I've heard that there are aliens in Area 51."

"Uh-huh. I think there is, too. ”

They didn't look at, how could the lawyer's business be considered a fight. How can it be child abuse?

Most of the police officers in their area know Heyman, although he is not a barrister, and his main business is to help defend criminals without compensation.

This is an advanced system in the United States that allocates lawyers to defend people who don't have the money to hire a lawyer.

However, there are too many suspects because there are too few lawyers.

For example, can only devote three minutes to each suspect, and often he does not even have enough time to find the corresponding file and find them. Not to mention looking at them.

So, Heyman's daily work is roughly like this.

Judge, "sentenced to three years." ”

, "Two and a half years are fine. ”

Judge, "That's two and a half years." ”

It's like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, bargaining to decide how long a person will be locked up.

These suspects often don't even have the opportunity to go to court and see the jury.

put down Naylor and asked sharply, "What did you do with the paper?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

"Uncle, Neller wrote a story and is selling, don't you be embarrassed for him." Srose said coquettishly.

looked in the direction of the voice, found the little girl in canvas shoes and white pantyhose wrapped around her legs, looked at her sweet smile, turned his head and said to Neller in a kind voice, "Tell me what you did, Daddy is not angry." ”

Nayler, who was ready to be punished, became even more frightened, and he glanced at Srose, looked at his father, and said a qiē in a trembling tone.

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