20200922 No response on Tuesdays

I ate the last steamed bun in the morning, but it wasn't delicious anyway, so I wouldn't leave it for the little prince. Washed clothes, mopped the floor, took the trash.

Today, Mr. Xu went outside to train Amazon, and in the morning he read the layout and put forward his own requirements.

After dinner, I took a break and continued to revise the version in the afternoon, and I guess my request should be special compared to other customers.

1. Do not cut off the photo/text/lace with creases

2. I sent her the texts one by one.

3. The font/color scheme is also what I requested.

4. I want to adjust the order and pictures of the large book/small booklet

She sent me one by one for confirmation. I confirmed it and sent it to the little prince one by one.

After work, I took Sanjiang's express. Just downstairs, the little prince called, and he also set off to return. After two phone calls, I continued to cook sweet potato rice, and took out the recipe to make green vegetables and mushrooms, winter melon and shrimp soup and steamed cod.

When the little prince came back, the cod was not yet well, and we ate the grapes first. I said that the time was not done well, and the little prince said that it was okay, and that he had done a good job.

While eating, I read my recipe and gave me valuable advice. Not too many dried shrimps, for example.

After eating, we washed the dishes together, but the little prince still told me to boil water.

Packed up, I practiced the piano, the little prince practiced the TV, and used my mobile phone. When he saw me playing, he picked up the trumpet.

We blew a few words of father, then gave up the trumpet and piano and continued to watch the most beautiful retrograde. I'm still commenting non-stop.,And I'm very good at guessing the ending.,But I guessed it right.。。

At half past nine, I started brushing my teeth and taking a shower first. The little prince called his roommate to confirm the location of the charger.

I heard him call again, and he said something about half past seven.

I said, where are you going?

Didn't hear a response

And I said, "Where are you going?"

Didn't hear a response.

After a while, he began to say, my sister said, cloudy

I said, forget it, you don't want to say it, don't say it

He said, "You can't listen to me finish speaking?"

I said, no. I've washed it, you hurry up and take a shower.

He said, "Got it."

I said, Give me my clothes

He gave it to me, I caught it, dressed up to the room.

He said, my sister said that it was cloudy for you to go to the Ninth Hospital to pick up medicine, and I would make an appointment for you

I said, I know it's better than you (I just know I'm going out)

I replied to my sister and said, OK.

He said, "What are you doing?" What do you do at the end of the day?

I said, it's okay, it's okay, you can take a shower.

He said, "I don't understand."

So he wanted to take his mobile phone to prove that he didn't answer me just now, but he didn't hear it, and he answered that I didn't hear it. He's looking up a map.

I still urged him to take a shower and told him to stop talking, and the more he talked, the more energetic he became.

To the living room, to the balcony, to the kitchen, crying and pushing to no avail. I still went to hug him at the end before I was willing to take a bath and sleep.

Anyway, after all, it's the end. Joining is joining.

I said I was going to sleep, sleepy, listening to my wrong way of behaving in the world, the way I would be angry when I spoke, the little prince's worries about the future, and the count of not being able to endure 10 days, etc. Thinking back to the scene that is getting hairier, the traits that will only be stimulated in me, and the tears of the glass heart. I cried silently, listened to his snoring, went to the kitchen to drink water, watched the night scene, inserted mosquito coils, read the Bible, and clicked it in the group until 2:15.

When the little prince saw me go down, he took me into his bosom and slept in him.

Sleep, the plush coat is a little hot, silently his face, hey, the special treatment of the flesh of the heart.