Physically and mentally exhausted.

's plot is basically straightened out, and you just need to run down.

However, there is no feeling in writing these days.

The taste is the same as chewing wax.

There are a lot of things at home, and I'm going to blow up.

The old man took a fancy to this yard the year before last, and it was really good. I knew there was no formality, but I bought it anyway.

First, the environment is good, big enough, seventeen or eighteen acres of land.

Second, cheap.

Third, although there are no formalities, in the past fifteen or sixteen years, there have been many people here, thousands of households. Nothing has happened.

We bought it, so it was illegally built, so it was demolished.

This matter, the policy is here, and the only way to admit bad luck is to admit it. I think so.

However, the old man couldn't get over it, and because he was old, he was angry, thinking that he had squandered his son's money.

I couldn't find a few buddies as a trust, and as much as possible, I lied to the old man: At that time, the family lost money in business, and we actually gave the first money, and the others were not given, and the money was not much, just hundreds of thousands. It doesn't matter, the house is gone, but the things that are dismantled can still be sold for two or three hundred thousand, and the loss is very small, it doesn't matter.

Well, the old man's side is skeptical, and he has exhausted himself.

However, my daughter-in-law was distressed, and I had a good time during this time...... Well, I only have three words to describe: I want to die!

Millions, just like that......

Then, you can only vent to me.

Otherwise, what should I do?

I'm ...... now I don't dare to go home, you know.

Man, it's hard to be a man!

It's so hard!

In this life, countless lies have been made, and they continue to be made up.

Carry it yourself.

I can't bear it, you're so useless!

You can bear it, you can carry it, okay, brother, can you lend me some money?

Now, there is only one feeling: physical and mental exhaustion!

There is a wish: in the next life, Lao Tzu will never be a man!

In the next life, Lao Tzu will be a woman! I don't care about anything, just complain!

Men don't make money: no ability, no interest, no future, no ambition!

Women don't make money: her men can't do it! Her men are idle! Her men are stupid! Her men can't even afford to support their wives and children......

Today, I went to my comrade-in-arms' tavern by myself and asked for a few dishes and a bottle of wine. I wanted to vomit bitter water, but the special fighters were busy, so I drank it myself.

Then he locked the door behind his back and drank and cursed.

Who does Lao Tzu owe?

What did you do in your last life!

Damn! I'm a man in this life!

Scolding someone to lock the door!

What's so ......

Last thanks: Thank you for never looking at the Internet!

Thank you to my wife for never looking at the Internet!

Otherwise, I would have nowhere to vomit my bitterness......

Then two songs are recommended:

Song 1: Men are tired.

Song 2: I want to be quiet.

I really want to be quiet......

。 m.