Send it early, ask for a ticket, ask for a click? Sincerely

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The second monk Lu Wenlong, who was confused, was transferred to the box office by Jiang Tianfang and watched it seriously for a while!

Lu Wenlong thought that he was being seen by his father-in-law, and he became more and more creepy, standing up straight and silent, and his left hand pretended to block the light, trying to secretly block the patch on his eyebrow bone, but Jiang Tian, who was used to portraits, observed it at a glance, and slapped his hand away: "What's wrong?" "The tone is a little anxious.

I really haven't been taken care of like my father so much, Lu Wenlong is really not used to it, and slowly but resolutely rubs back: "I...... Bruised ......"

But Jiang Tian saw the blood stains on the white T-shirt inside the sportswear at a glance, stretched out his hand and pulled it away, and was even more anxious: "How did you do it?" Is it because of Kiki? ”

Kiki? Wait, something seems wrong...... Lu Wenlong was stuck, and said cautiously: "Jiang ...... Uncle? ”

Jiang Tianfang paid attention not to the title, and grabbed Lu Wenlong's arm a little distressed, the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was growing his body, but the young man's upper arm was really a little thin, and he really wanted to scold his old friend!

Taking a step back and looking at the young man in front of him, he really felt a little bruised all over his body, and couldn't help but burst out of his mouth: "Lu Chengfan, this son of a bitch!" The splitter pulled Lu Wenlong's half-raised left hand: "Go to my house!" I don't believe it! More pairs of chopsticks can't make you fat! ”

Lu Wenlong confirmed again: "Is it Uncle Jiang?" ”

Jiang Tianfang was inexplicable: "Otherwise, who else?"

Lu Wenlong broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, and he actually recognized the wrong person! Subconsciously I want to get rid of: "I ...... I still have to go to work......"

Jiang Tianfang was really a little anxious, looking at the narrow box office: "What class are you still on?" I'm not there for you to be an assistant! "Well, as business gets better, increasing headcount is something that is done every few months, not to mention ...... Aren't these things all punishments in the future, it's best to handle them as soon as possible!

You've thought so far!

Lu Wenlong gently slid his hand out with a little smile: "I promised others...... You have to do it well...... Xie Lu, thank Uncle Jiang. ”

People are like this sometimes, when they look at the right eye, Jiang Tianfang, who is full of love, his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Lu Wenlong's arm: "Okay!" To be a man is to be trustworthy, and this is especially true when doing business...... That's good! That's good! Lu Wenlong was really not used to being so enthusiastic, so he avoided it quietly!

Jiang Tianfang also found out, laughed and scratched his head: "It's okay...... You're still a little uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it later, so let Kiki tell you...... I also heard her mother say that you work here, and I was anxious to come and see you after a few steps...... Nice, nice, very independent, I love it! Stretched out his hand and patted Lu Wenlong on the shoulder a few times, and turned around triumphantly, and couldn't help humming a little model drama in his mouth: "Before leaving, drink mom...... Bowl of wine! Covered with guts......"

Lu Wenlong listened to the absurd tune and walked away, and then touched his head a little ignorantly: "This ...... Is it like to be a father? ”

Lu Chengfan really didn't leave a lot of loving images for Lu Wenlong, either quarreling with his mother or reading books without saying a word, or writing and reciting poems with wine to drown his sorrows! Then he left, occasionally calling back to ask about his son's situation, Lu Wenlong lost the habit of talking early, just listened to the voice converted by the current in the phone, and established a symbol called father......

So shrugging his shoulders, the boy didn't take it seriously at all, it was someone else's business, and he still had to control his own fate! Only if you work hard with one hand and one foot can you really belong to yourself, not an illusory mirror image that others help pile up, this is the simple mind of a stubborn teenager......

Jiang Tianfang still looked happy when he got home, and Gigi Shi, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at him with a smile: "What? Very satisfied?"

Jiang Tianfang nodded vigorously: "Very good!" With clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, he doesn't look like a stupid person, the most important thing is to be affectionate and responsible! ”

Gigi Shi was a little surprised: "You give such a high evaluation for so long?" ”

Jiang Tianfang also secretly glanced at his daughter's side before lowering his voice: "Guess I found him, what did he say to me in the first sentence?" ”

Jiang Qi, who was secretly attracted to the door by the sound of him entering the door and eavesdropping, almost asked with his mother: "What do you say?!" It's just that she didn't open her mouth in her heart......

Jiang Tian happily described the situation at that time, and Gigi Shi was very surprised: "He really said that? They...... All explained? ”

In order to make his wife smile, Jiang Tianfang imitated Lu Wenlong's tone vividly, especially the stammering: "Uncle...... Uncle ......"

Jiang Qi is really a smart little girl, and she can tell what the problem is at once!

I understood Lu Wenlong's mind at once!

In the past two days, I have received all kinds of news, saying that he and that Su Wenjin are like this, and they seem to be ostriches with their heads stuck in the sand, pretending not to know anything;

But when I really heard his reply, I felt that it was really so cruel!

At that moment, a fourteen-year-old girl felt heart palpitations for the first time!

The heart that was beating happily was grabbed and pinched at once, and by the way, it was twisted!

It was a little bloodless and fell on his small bed, pulled the quilt with his hand, covered his head vigorously, pursed his lips and frowned, trying to suppress something......

Useless......

Tears are still pouring out uncontrollably!

Cameras flashed through my mind......

The happy boy who rolled unscrupulously on the railing of the teaching building was viciously forced by the hot chick to lean against the wall;

The boy dancing with his bat on the stone road, the figure who got up and dropped his stick in the last moment;

In the cold moonlight, the thin boy who grabbed himself and comforted himself softly in his arms;

only thought that he wanted to confess, and the most abominable boy was just to ask for an account;

Wearing a white T-shirt, bandages in his hands, and carrying a bat, he proudly faced an opponent who was a head taller than himself but easily threw away his weapon:

The strong young man with blurred flesh and blood on his waist, scrubbed by his friend with alcohol, but with a sunny smile on his face and a mouthful of white teeth;

The blood stains on that face, the blood stains on the whole body;

It's really not for myself, it's that pungent chick!

The girl's heart really felt a twitch, slowly curled up her body, and let the tears change from the form of accumulation in the eye socket to the side stream, and all the brains flowed to the pillow, allowing the feelings of self-pity to slowly spread throughout her body......

For what?

Since childhood, because of the black and white photos of that era, they love to write inscriptions on the side, and girls who like poetry and songs began to churn all kinds of words and phrases in their minds: "Returning the pearl to tears, hate to meet when you are not married...... "Phew! Who married? Is he married?

"I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night. ”

What's more!! What an old year or two is a year or two!

In the end, it is still a simple single sentence to meet and hate the night, which is in line with the artistic conception......

But we met when we were still open crotch pants!

The girl who was slowly immersed in the study of poetry actually fell asleep like this, so that Gigi, who later came into the house to help her cover the quilt, looked at the tears on her daughter's face, inexplicable......

Only when it comes down to love, it's really joyful and sad!

I'm really worried about my daughter.