He endured a false name that he shouldn't have at his age.

He actually got a nickname!

A little soil, the prodigal son Ling Er, a flower radish, a little bit of literature and art, the Chinese version of Casanova, he can recognize it!

However, the level of knowledge of these children limits their imagination, and they call him a little rascal!

How ugly!

He was very upset.

However, he really doesn't care, when the information age comes, everyone has seen the turbulent waves, and his little can only be called pediatrics.

It's just that it's not good to face the eldest sister who is now looking at him with slanted eyes.

"Boss Ling, it's okay, I'm your brother! What kind of eyes are these? Ling Er couldn't stand the contempt and mockery of his eldest sister.

"I'm ashamed!" Ling Yi said angrily, "Our family's face is going to make you lose your face, can't you set an example for them?" ”

"Sister, don't look for trouble, what's wrong with me playing a game?" Ling Er didn't know how to explain it.

"That's all gone, disgusting or not!" The eldest sister couldn't find the right words for a while, so she gestured with her hand, "You're embarrassed, I'm still embarrassed!" ”

"You are old and stubborn, can you be a little open-minded, this is not the fifties and sixties, and you are still closed, you have to look at it from the perspective of appreciating art." In order to show his firm determination to art, he neatly cropped the photos from the magazines he brought back from Pujiang, including Vivien Leigh, Marilyn Monroe, Greta Garbo, and Hepburn.

And, of course, his favorite Monica Bellucci, who he was willing to bring back because of her in the magazine.

After cutting it out, he used adhesive tape to stick it on the head of his bed, and also pasted a piece of the third child's room, the third child did not speak, but the eldest with a happy grinning mouth.

"Nonsense." The eldest sister couldn't cry or laugh.

"Look, we men all have the same aesthetic." Ling Er pointed at the third child, and the third child was so frightened that he pursed his mouth suddenly, the fire of war should not burn himself so well.

"Don't take the third child with you." The eldest sister was even more angry, "You don't study well at a young age." ”

Ling Er can't be controlled, but the third child is still on the right path, and she has to grasp the ideological work of the third child.

Through the cleaning effort, she began to inadvertently flip through the extracurricular books that the third child was reading, and the improper title page of "La Traviata" caught her attention, and she was so frightened that she couldn't possess her body after just turning two pages.

"You dead boy, you haven't gone on a good path." In a daze, she was anxious to cry.

"I borrowed this from the school library." The third child couldn't explain it because every word of the book exuded a strong sensuality, and she was afraid that the eldest sister would not believe it, so she showed the seal of the library and said, "Look at it, this is the poke of the library." ”

Ling Er laughed.

After watching the sister and brother make trouble there for a long time, he pointed to a few words on the title page and said to the eldest sister, "Look, the classics must be read, these four words are recognized, this is the art of literature recognized by the state, if you don't understand, don't mess around, okay." ”

"Bullying me for not reading, right?" I don't know why, but her tears actually fell all at once.

"Don't, who bullied you." Ling Er panicked, and hurriedly found a towel to find tears for her, which was a bit sudden, he didn't expect it, and admitted, "What you said is right, okay, I admit my mistake." ”

Then he kicked the third child again, "It's good to read this kind of book in the future, it's a young age, and I don't learn it well." ”

The third child scratched his head and sighed secretly, it was a disaster.

"It's you." The eldest sister realized that she had lost her temper, and after glancing at Ling Er angrily, she hid in her house.

In the middle of the night, Ling Er heard the sound of rushing water, and as soon as his eyes opened, he also remembered the night.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard the eldest sister shouting, "What kind of clothes do you wash in the middle of the night, I'll wash them for you tomorrow." ”

"I'll wash it myself." The third child replied.

"Whoever is blind in the dark will not turn on the light." Ling Er turned on the light in the courtyard, and the third child was struggling to rub his underwear by the well, and when he saw his brother coming, he simply lowered his head and didn't speak.

Ling Er laughed twice, and instantly understood, who didn't have this thing in adolescence?

After running back from the toilet, I drilled into my bed, and naturally I didn't care about this kind of.

The fourth child's special alabaster cream, which Ling Er brought back from Pujiang, suddenly lost a large piece, and the paste that was originally flat and smooth was dug a hole by force, and it looked like a fingernail.

The first thing she excluded was the eldest sister, who was not uncommon, and she also had it.

The second exclusion is the fifth child, if the little girl gets it, she won't leave it at all, and it will definitely be everywhere.

In line with the attitude of not wronging a good person, while she was at breakfast, she sniffed the family one by one, and the second brother was full of fragrance.

This aroma is all too familiar to her.

"You stole my alabaster." She glared angrily.

"How can I borrow it?" The old three are very different, and he also likes to dress up very much, and his shirt must be neat, no matter what shoes he wears, he must also be clean.

"A little, it's endless, don't go to school, look at what time it is." Ling Er shook his watch at the two of them.

Lao Wu held his own special small iron bowl, put it down halfway through eating, there was still a lot of porridge in it, Ling Er scolded her for finishing it, seeing that her tears were about to burst out of her eyes, she hurriedly remedied, "If you don't eat, forget it, what about the schoolbag, go to school." ”

Now every morning, he sends the fifth child to kindergarten, but in fact, he doesn't go by the way, just to reduce the burden for the eldest sister.

There are only two or three kindergartens in the city, and the nearest one is also three miles away from home.

He pushed the bicycle out, and there was a bamboo toddler seat fixed on the back seat of the bicycle, on which the fifth child sits, holding a small bread in his hand, and refuses to eat porridge in the morning, just to wait for this.

When I arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, I first supported the car, then carried her down, and instructed, "Listen to the teacher well, and wait for your eldest sister to pick you up." Would you like to say goodbye to me? ”

"No goodbye." Where does Lao Wu have the kung fu to take care of her, the road is bumpy, and the small bread in her hand has not gone down a few bites, and if she doesn't finish it quickly, she will share it with everyone when she enters it.

Ling Er watched her enter the school before he was about to leave, and the moment he turned around, he felt that something was wrong!

What about his bike?

He's pretty sure he's coming by bike, and he's pretty sure his bike is parked at the door!

It's young, not to the point of Alzheimer's!

It's only been a few minutes?

"This thief is too dedicated! Early in the morning. He gritted his teeth and circled around, and lost his bike.

The thieves are fighting so hard, what reason does he have not to work hard?

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