Rather Ke couldn't wait to turn on the air conditioner as soon as he got home from outside, letting the cold wind blow his hair.

His father turned off the air conditioner again with the remote control in the back, and said with a smile: "I just came back from outside, I can't blow the air conditioner directly, I'll catch a cold." ”

"You have to take care of it." Ning Keke pursed his lips, re-fired the remote control, and adjusted the temperature to a higher temperature than just now.

When he returned to his room, he found that his brother had made a mess on the bed, and the perpetrator was staring at the door frame with big innocent eyes.

Ning Keke forcibly suppressed her anger, and experience told her that she couldn't bird her brother, and the more she talked, the more she talked about it, the more she talked about it.

But when she put her eyes on the table, the whole person completely exploded.

"Ning Kechen, you come over to me!"

When the little guy heard the voice, he quickly ran away, went outside and pushed Lao Ning in front of him, hiding behind and grinning.

"What's wrong, Coco, what's wrong with your brother."

"Lao Ning, look at the good son you gave birth to, the cartoons I spent a long time drawing are all ruined."

"Look, look."

Rather Ke picked the painting up from the table and held it up in front of him.

It looks like a very immature painting style.,The protagonist's crooked body.,There's a dialog box that goes beyond the entire grid.。

It says that it is extremely middle two, and on the next grid, the heroine's demeanor is very similar to Ning Keke, and her eyes are flashing with "beep beep beep".

As for the lattice at the back, it has been greatly changed by a stroke of genius who doesn't know where.

The male protagonist with abnormal body proportions has become a big fat man with a pig's head and a fat belly.,There's a big puddle of ink in the bottom corner.,The whole paper is not much better than the scratch paper of high school students.。

Lao Ning pushed his little son hanging on his waist to the side, and took Ning Keke's painting in his hand, and Mance said in an orderly manner.

"Don't be like him, don't be like him, you don't know, your mother can control him in the whole family, okay, don't be angry, the eldest girl's face is wrinkled."

Ning Keke is in a very bad mood now, and this perfunctory attitude reminds her of the things of the past.

At that time, she was still in high school and was a senior in high school preparing for the exam. Every day in addition to studying is studying, and I am so overwhelmed that I have to breathe.

The only pleasure of each day is to pick up your favorite brush and draw a stick figure after a day of studying. Immerse yourself in beautiful fantasies.

You can probably guess what follows. This hobby may not be good in normal times, but in the third year of high school, this is a big rebellion.

She had a big fight with her mother, and all the comics were ruined, and in the end, the matter was over.

But no matter what, the comics have become a thorn in Ning Keke's own heart.

She doesn't have the idea of becoming a cartoonist in the future, she just treats it as a hobby, and she can express all her ideas in this way.

After going to university, I entered a new environment, and I gradually forgot about this hobby. When I was cleaning my room the day before yesterday, I found a "crime tool" in the crack of the wardrobe, and I was itchy for a while, so I drew one.

But who would have thought that it would be all ruined.

She was not angry with her naughty brother, but at her father's attitude, the attitude that had nothing to do with herself.

At this time, her brother ran up to her and made a grimace. successfully ignited her temper tantrum and pulled her brother to the ass for a few slaps.

The younger brother's little face then fell, and he cried so loudly that it was loud in the sky.

"You are not allowed to enter my room in the future, dare to enter again, and I will beat you once you enter."

"How do you hit someone, little ...... kid"

"You don't care if the child is small, you get out, get out!"

Lao Ning slammed me out, and the door closed with a "bang", and there was the sound of locking.

sighed, and sighed in his heart, how could he give birth to such a short-tempered girl with such a gentle temper, yes, it must be with her mother.

The youngest son, who was clinging to his body, smiled with his big teeth bared, and there were teardrops the size of beans on his eyelashes.

"You, you, don't mess with your sister, do you hear me?"

The little guy didn't say yes, and ran to the side to continue trying to unlock the tablet.

In the room, Ning Ke re-flattened the crumpled drawing paper he had just been emotional, and took a deep breath.

She wanted to make a phone call with Xiao Yu, but she was about to press the past and gave up.

Throwing the phone aside, holding the pillow and falling asleep.

～

"Cheers!"

There were only six people on the ten-person table at Nuoda, which was no way, the small private room was full, and Xiao Yu once again felt how terrible the Chinese tourist fever was.

Still the same as before, he didn't participate in any topics, although there was an old guy who was talking about a very attractive topic, what second marriage was cheated of money, and his son was raised for 18 years before he found out that it was not his own, anyway, what kind of dog blood to say.

Xiao Yu glanced at it, and you can see that he is blushing and his neck is thick, and you know that he is drinking high. Du Cheng, who didn't have much sense of presence along the way, and his father Uncle Du was also drunk, lying on the table and not knowing what he was humming.

Xiao Yu ate the things on the table at his own pace, and through the glass containing Sprite, he saw a few chairs opposite that were empty.

It seems to bring back some memories, as if I have participated in a dinner party with many empty chairs before, and someone should be sitting next to me.

Xiao Yu tried hard to see the people in his memory, but found that they were all looking at flowers in the mirror, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

"Why do you look at me like this, I'm hairy."

Du Cheng pulled himself back from his memory with a word.

"It's fine."

Who the hell is it...

Silently asked the dark personality in his heart, but there was no reaction.

At this time, Xiao Dongfang, who was full of alcohol, walked next to Xiao Yu, raised the liquor in his hand, and held Xiao Yu's neck like a buddy.

"Son, you are not too young, what else do you drink, come and try this."

Xiao Yu didn't accept it, stood up, said a word and went back to the hotel and left.

Later, Du Cheng followed.

"You don't have to follow me." Xiao Yu wanted to take Du Cheng away, he wanted to go out for a walk by himself and straighten out his thinking.

He didn't believe that someone he didn't know would appear in his mind for no reason, and he felt that it must be a dark personality. When I think about it, I seem to have a vague memory of the entire freshman year, and I can't think about it.

He didn't like the feeling, the feeling of being kept in the dark. For a moment, he thought about how the protagonists of various movies who lost their memories find clues.

In the end, I found that a movie is a movie, reality is reality, and the two cannot be equated.

～

"What's for lunch?"

Zhao Zhiyuan was bored lying in bed, his phone was out of battery, and he forgot to bring a charger.

"I can't eat anything, don't think about it, Brother Zhiyuan, the glucose is still hanging."

"I want to eat steak..."

"If you eat cow hair now, you may go directly to the western sky."

Zhao Zhiyuan chatted one by one, and Miao Shu complained about it, and the two of them were happy.