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(Take a sip of old wine: Before liberation, two cattle herders worked for the landlord, and one got a little female worker who worked in the same family.) The other man asked him how he got it. This man said,

"I slept in the firewood and grass house, and the little migrant girl who worked with me in this house, she got up every morning to cook for the landlord's house, and she also had to come to the firewood house every day to get firewood and ashes. After a long time I came up with a great idea, I went to the quilt to make a hole, and when the day dawned I stuck my little god out of the hole and ......"

When the farmer of the neighboring landlord's house was herding cattle, he said very happily:

"I will too, I also sleep in a firewood house like you, and I also have a little working girl who specializes in cooking for the landlord's family."

This cowherd also followed his example, almost like a cat and a tiger. That guy didn't have a little foundation for this little working girl to have a good impression of, every morning to go to the firewood house to get firewood and ashes, never looked at him, because this cowherd boy good or bad thoughts, often behind the back of the landlord master to plunder the little migrant girl's snacks and pocket money, sometimes also beaten. When I saw that the landlord's part-time worker got a part-time girl, I thought of falling in love with my family's part-time girl. So I learned the trick of digging quilts.

For days, he poked his little god out of the little hole in the quilt.

One day a little flower cat came, and the little flower cat could be said to be half hungry to death...... The cowherd heard a little noise, thinking that it was a little working girl who had come to get firewood for breakfast, so he hid his little god like a puppet show in the bed and secretly operated.

The bad thing is that this little cat is also a cat with poor eyes, it thinks it is a big mouse poking its head out of the hole, but it doesn't come out when it waits left and waits for it, and it doesn't come out when it waits right. The little cat thought that the mouse had discovered him, and was afraid that it would retract back into the hole, so he pounced on it and bit it hard...... The result must be that this B cub is so painful that it is called a mother.

(Sorry readers, this is all caused by the previous chapter, and it is purely a folk joke.) It can be seen that love is based on a good foundation, rather than pure imitation. "Hmm. Ah, it's dawn. Orlens heard Helen's cries, just as she had just woken up from a dream.

"It's dawn." Helen said, standing in front of Orens' bed.

Orlens wakes up every day as soon as he lifts the bed, and it is the same today. But he only lifted half of it and put it back on, and it occurred to him that he was afraid that Helen would see him peeing, because his little pants were wet in the nest.

Seeing that Orlens had just sat up and fell asleep again, Helen was afraid that Orlens was lazy, so she reached out and lifted the quilt that Orlens had covered her. This lifted up just in time to see Orens' wet pants.

"Uncle peeed, uncle peeed." As Helen walked out, she laughed and said that she was going to tell her mother such good news:

"Mom, I saw Uncle Orlens peeing and wetting his little pants. Will laugh to death, such a big person still pees (bedwetting. ）。 ”

"Helen, no, your Uncle Orlens is drinking tea and drinking, don't fool around. Ashamed. "Leda wanted to tear Helen apart and not keep saying that Uncle Pee and that Uncle Orens was embarrassed.

"What a laughing man, I saw it, so he's still in bed." Helen laughed and coughed when she had finished speaking.

Orlens was really like a child at first, wanting to lie on the bed and wait for the little pants to be dried by his own heat before getting up, but when he heard Helen saying that he was lying in bed, as if he had broken his own conspiracy, was it necessary to really lie in bed again? Definitely.

When Orens saw Helen standing at the door of his room to see his embarrassment, he was a little embarrassed to bow his head and walk out of the door. Walk straight to Tyndareos' side.

"Let's take a walk, I'll help you......," Orens said, helping Tyndareos up.

"It's time to start walking slowly, otherwise you don't know." Tyndareos also said with a happy face, for he had also heard Helen saying that Orlens had peed on the bed. This is certainly not a joke. It's the laughter of an ambiguous family.

Hearing that Orlens was going to help Tyndareos walk, Leda also came out of the kitchen to see how bright and dazzling her face was.

In the morning, women are the most beautiful time, because after a night of returning, the cheeks will look fuller. Plus a good mood, especially when a woman eats supper at night.

At first, Orens hadn't seen it yet, and Leda was waiting for Orlens to notice her appearance, or for him to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. Leda is smart, if she doesn't send a signal, how can Orlens know that she is poking her head out to look at them.

So Leda coughed dryly, although our Orens is a little kind, but he will not forget this trick he is used to, it is Lida's cough This is absolute, but as for the direction and distance, this is not from the kitchen, this is not the usual cough, this is a signal, I have to raise my head, harvest an eyebrow.

In fact, when Leda saw Orense looking up at herself, she really smiled slightly, which can be regarded as an eyebrow, but Orense didn't send his eyes, only smiled in his heart, because he was facing Tyndareos, in a word, he is just Leda's male junior, no matter how capable you Leda is, it is only your Leda's bold performance, in front of Tyndareos, how can Orens not always hold his tail a little.

After giving Orlens a laugh, Leda went to the kitchen to cook her meal, singing the nameless tune herself.

Helen was sweeping the floor in the hall by herself, and she was dancing a little dance while sweeping the floor, no one taught her, and it was she who saw the temple fair, although it was not correct, but it was enough to show the prototype of the future dancer.

It was a family, and after breakfast, it was Orlens who took Tyndareos for a walk on the grass outside the backyard. Every time he walked, Orlens helped him to sit down and rest for a while, mainly to let Tyndareos go out to eat fresh air, but also to move the muscles and bones of his whole body, which was for Tyndareos.

This used to be the courtyard of a large family, and it can be called a top feng shui treasure. The mountain is high on both sides, the water flows to the east, there are spacious grasslands in front and back, the front can be used to train soldiers, and the back can be put into the horse, which is the base for doing great things.

Leda and Helen watched the two men gradually walk away, and Leda still smiled slightly into the distance. When Helen saw her mother smiling, she smiled to herself. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew it was a good mood, or a good mood for the world, if not for Dad and Orlens.

"Helen, let's go embroider." Leda said, taking Helen's hand.

"Mom, Mom, I won't, did you teach me?" Helen looked up and said.

"I'll get mine, you get yours, you watch me get it, you will watch it, really, watching is learning. I'll show you, I'm teaching you, you just have to look at it with your heart, really. Mom said.

Helen took her mother's hand and jumped to the ground, humming a cheerful free tune in her mouth.

Leda sat in the courtyard, draped over a shawl, a piece of fabric that had not been made into a garment, with her chest open in front of her. Helen squatted beside her mother and watched her mother embroider stitch by stitch. After looking at it for a while, I started to embroider myself.

Leda was embroidering, she was so beautiful, the eyes, the lips, the plump face, the whole beauty was static like a blooming lotus.

Because she was an ancient, and because she was a god-man, she only had a shawl on her body, which slid onto her ass after shaking it a few times, and made her whole person like a frog that had been skinned.

In Greek mythology, the painters made the earth without gravity on the bodies of those girls, that is, there was no Newtonian physics, so in the portraits, all the beauties were straight-minded, and they simply said that the nipples were straight, as if the girls at that time were growing up flat.

Is it true that it won't sag? Definitely not. It was the painters who painted them at their best, before anyone had done it, or just after they had done it, like a fish that had just died, and it looked so fresh, that only a fly could see the strangeness of it, and fly down early to have a place on her.

Is it the same for girls? Who should be asked to say what is wrong?

(Isn't it a good product if you fall into the breast?) Dog yesterday, you want to beat, write your mother's novel, all in the little girl, only airplanes will crash in the world, and if your breasts fall, will you be destroyed? Okay, so the title of this chapter is called Crashed. ）

On the phenomenon of natural physics, the girls' breasts are falling downward, which is due to Newton's universal gravitation, and it is strange to turn up.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! You see, I embroidered a chicken. Helen was happy to tell her mother to see a picture of a chick for the first time, which means handing in her homework for her mother to grade.

"Don't talk about chickens, girls, you have to develop the habit of not saying chicken words since you were a child, do you hear, Helen?" Mom would have been very happy, but when she heard Helen say the word chicken, her heart suddenly became terrified.

"Mom, okay, what am I embroidering?" Helen's face was full of incomprehension, why couldn't she say the word chicken?

"That's the phoenix, the phoenix of the phoenix, you know." The mother glared at little Helen, and showed only a little bit of happiness on the corners of her mouth, only to let Helen realize that her mother was not angry.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! You see, I embroidered a phoenix. Helen didn't dare to laugh this time, but she was afraid that she would embroider the wrong one again, or call the wrong name. (To be continued.) )