When they got home, the two made dinner together, and after eating, Di Yun was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and Lao Xu leaned back on the sofa to slow down.

Every time she came back from outside, Di Yun was served with a big meal at night, and she was destined to eat too much, so she prepared a lot of snacks at home.

She lay down for a while, stroked her little belly, sighed in her heart, found a pack of hawthorn slices, put two slices in her mouth and chewed slowly.

After eating a few slices, he stopped, feeling a little bored sitting here alone, walked over and lay at the kitchen door, looking at Di Yun, who was dressed as a family cook, and said with a smile: "Do you want to help?" ”

Di Yun knew that she was playing tricks as soon as she saw her posture, so she pouted and said, "No." ”

"Really?"

"You can help if you want, these plates are handed over to you." Di Yun said.

Lao Xu looked at the greasy plate, and then looked at his white palm, he hadn't touched this thing for a long time, and he didn't have the courage to do it: "Hey, I thought there were a lot of unwashed, if there were more, I planned to help you, but I didn't expect you to wash it so quickly, there are only a few left, you still wash it by the way." ”

Di Yun didn't expect her to really help, so he didn't care, glanced at it, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you're complaining?" ”

I saw that Lao Xu was unbuttoning the two buttons on his chest at this moment, inserting one hand diagonally into it, gently swaying, no wonder Di Yun laughed so much.

The old husband and wife have been for several years, and they have long since said a word, and they blushed and looked embarrassed, Lao Xu wrinkled his nose and said: "You just complained, it's a little itchy, I'll scratch it, but it won't work." Is it only for you to grab and grab, but I can't move myself? ”

"Haha, na, the meat grows on you, you can catch it as much as you want, but do you want me to help?" Diyun laughed.

"In front. Isn't it the back, and you still need to help? ”

Yes, but what are you doing with your eyes and deliberately licking your lips?

"Seduce me?" Di Yun said with a smile.

Old Daddy Xu faked a fake sigh in a fatherly voice: "Ah." It's itching again, I'm scratching again. "If it was really tickling just now, it's a gentle stroke now, the shirt slips off a little to reveal the collarbone, and the neck is raised upward. The body is also slightly twisted into a seductive pose.

This kind of old Xu is rare, Di Yun is very interested, and he doesn't speak, just smiles and admires.

As a result, Lao Xu suddenly stopped, stretched his hand behind his back but couldn't reach it, and exclaimed: "Oh, it's a little itchy on the back, you help me scratch it." ”

"Haha, can you use it this time?"

"Hurry up. It's itching to death. As he spoke, he twisted his shoulders twice, but the silky shirt rubbed against the skin did not relieve the itch, but felt more itchy.

Di Yun rushed his hand, walked over, reached under her back shirt, and nodded on her back, "Is it here?" ”

"No, no, a little bit up." Lao Xu said, "Why do you still have water on your hands, and you don't wipe it." ”

"Hey, water is the best way to stop itching."

Probably because it was really itchy, Lao Xu didn't have time to argue with him about this, so he said anxiously: "A little more...... A little to the left...... Right. This is it! ”

Di Yun scratched his fingers: "How is it?" ”

Lao Xu breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders no longer twisted: "Heavier." ”

Di Yun scratched a little harder and said with a cheap smile: "You should say a little harder." ”

Lao Xu patted him with his backhand, but bit his shiny lips lightly, and really whispered: "Hmm." Push a little harder. ”

Di Yun's breathing was a little heavier, and he added some strength to his hand, and after a while, he asked, "Are you comfortable?" ”

"Hmm." Lao Xu nodded, "I went to take a shower first, and my whole body felt a little itchy." ”

Di Yun stuck it up, and the hot breath sprayed on her earlobe: "I have a better way to stop itching, do you want to try it?" ”

She was a little weak. Naturally, he leaned in, but his mouth was refusing: "you, I'll ......"

Before the words came out, I felt Di Yun's fingers gently pull behind his back, and his chest suddenly loosened, something had slipped quietly, and he subconsciously covered his chest, but someone's hand was faster. His face turned red quickly, and he slapped it on the hand, and reached behind him with his other hand to grab it......

"Huh? Why don't you have a little hardness today? ”

"Ahem...... "someone's embarrassment" has just begun, and I'm not a raw melon egg that I can't wait to poke my pants into a hole when I see a woman, so impatient? ”

"Cut! Mo not... Hmmm......"

"I dare to doubt this, it's really not going to be a house for three days, don't beg for mercy later." After saying that, he circled his arms, and with another flick, he threw the woman on his shoulder.

"You—" The woman was startled.

"Smack!" His palm slapped out of nowhere, making a loud sound that startled himself.

"Oops!"

(Ahem, the old man didn't dare to write, omitting 3,000 words here, no, it's better to omit 5,000 words.) ）

An hour later, it was only ten o'clock, and the two quietly reminisced about the aftertaste. An hour is not long, but it is not short, enough to experience this taste twice.

At this time, the difference between the physique of men and women can be reflected. Before the fact, the man was alive and well, but afterwards he was like a dead dog; And women are just the opposite, delicate and powerless in advance, unbearable in the middle of the matter, and full of energy after the meridians.

Di Yun wanted to sleep, but Lao Xu didn't feel sleepy at all.

Quietly he lay on his chest for a moment, then rolled over and sat up, got out of bed naked, and ran out of the bedroom.

"Hey, why are you going?" Di Yun asked.

"Let you see something." After a while, he ran back on tiptoe with a notebook in his hand, "I'm writing a story during this time, you can see how it is, give it a little bit of construction." ”

"Heh, at my level, if you want me to build yì, I guess it's a little difficult." Di Yun is self-aware.

"Look, the three stinkers are still Zhuge Liang."

"Okay." Di Yun had no choice but to cheer up, turned over, changed from lying on his back to lying on his stomach, and looked at the story written by his daughter-in-law.

However, he didn't look at the story directly, but took the notebook in his hand and looked at it and said, "Yo, the diary?" After saying that, I wanted to turn to the front to see what she had recorded in her diary.

"If you can't read it in front, you can start reading it from this page." Lao Xu pressed his hand and said.

"Hey, what's the secret, can't people see it?" Di Yun laughed.

Lao Xu gave him a roll of his eyes: "No matter what secrets are recorded, you can't read the diary randomly, right?" ”

Di Yun didn't force it, laughed, and began to read the story she wrote.

The title is "Me and Dad".

As soon as Di Yun looked at the title, he tilted his head and asked, "Is it the story of you and your father?" ”

"What are you doing with me? It's just a story, something I saw and was inspired to come up with. There is no embodiment in reality. ”

"Oh." Di Yun dipped his saliva and turned the page.

"Oh, how old are you, how can you read books or be so virtuous?" Lao Xu grabbed the finger he had just dipped in his mouth and wiped it in disgust.

Di Yun was helpless. This is a habit I developed when I was a child, and I can't break it. After reading a few pages, when he turned the page, he wanted to stuff his fingers into his mouth again, and every time Lao Xu clicked on the back of his hand, he pressed it hard.

The main character's name is Xiaoyu, and she is a girl. Raised by a single mother. Independent and hard-working. However, when she was in high school, her mother died in a car accident, and her father, whom she had never met, gradually came into her life.

Her father's name is Lao Yu, a typical oiler in the capital, a marginal character, to put it more clearly, he is a bastard, and he often doesn't return home at night. So although Xiaoyu lived with her father, she never had a sense of security, but she stubbornly took care of her life and performed her own life. Never open his mouth to complain to his father.

Eighteen, twenty, twenty-two...... Xiaoyu grew up, Xiaoyu fell in love, and Xiaoyu and her boyfriend got married.

One day she brought her husband home to see Lao Yu, but Lao Yu didn't look down on Xiaoyu's husband, and mercilessly refuted and reprimanded at the dinner table to express his opinion. This incident detonated the resentment in Xiaoyu's heart for many years, and she also strongly reprimanded her father for the pain of not caring about her for many years, and scolded her dissatisfaction for many years. Correct. is a stubborn one, he insisted on asking Xiaoyu to divorce her husband and go home, Xiaoyu couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her husband out of the house.

A year later. Xiaoyu came back with Xiaoxiaoyu in her arms, and it seemed that she was going the same way as her mother.

In order to prevent his daughter from working hard, Lao Yu returned to his old business and went out to play mahjong to make money to support his daughter's children. But the way of the world has changed, and it is no longer the era when he was in power, and one day when he was playing mahjong, he was frightened by the people who shouted and gambled. It became dementia.

The love between the daughter and the father is indelible, and Xiaoyu took his father home and took care of him as he did when he was a child.

"How?" Lao Xu waited for him to visit and asked impatiently.

"Yes, very good!" Di Yun praised exaggeratedly and pompously.

Lao Xu frowned and patted him on his bare buttocks and said, "Be serious, be honest!" ”

was always slapped on the ass like this by a girl, it was very shameless, Di Yunhu lowered his face: "If you shoot again, I will ......"

Before the words fell, he snapped on the ground and took another beating.

Lao Xu raised his eyebrows and said, "What about you?" ”

Di Yun looked at her two petals, which were also lying on her stomach and looked very upright, and resisted the urge to fight back: "Ahem, your story is really good, but it's too flat." ”

"Plain?"

"It's just something that doesn't make waves, doesn't attract people's attention, although it can make people have a faint experience or move when they look at it, but they must be forgotten quickly after that."

Lao Xu nodded, frowned and pondered for a moment and asked, "Then how do you say you should change it?" ”

Being able to see the shortcomings and being able to write a better story are two concepts, just like the reader can point out the shortcomings in the author's book but not necessarily write a better work than the author.

Shaking his head, he asked, "What did you write this story on?" ”

"I've been in contact with a lot of single families, and I know a little about it, and I slowly formed this story in my mind." Old Xu Dao.

"The story of the novel, from life is higher than life, your story is too close to life, the pen is too cold, like a documentary, it seems that the character is slightly not full enough." Di Yun said, "That's the story written by Lao Jia, don't learn from him." ”

Lao Xu was thoughtful.

Di Yun added: "Also, don't ask me how to change it, I don't have enough ink in my stomach, and I have been emptied by you." ”

"Cut, look at that scares you." Lao Xu gave him a health ball, put away the notebook and said, "Okay, let's sleep." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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