335. The style of painting is weird, rats

The so-called disillusionment is what it is now.

Sun Simiao's mouth opened wide in shock, and then she looked like a ghost.

He Yiting couldn't laugh, pulled Sun Simiao to lie down, and the two of them looked at the ceiling.

"Miaomiao, if you can, don't be so decadent, God has given you a chance, will you live well?"

Who is so lucky with them?

Can you do it all over again?

Who doesn't understand the truth, but Sun Simiao doesn't have her own goals.

Before, she was just decadent, a little waste, and then guaranteed that nothing would happen to her family, but since the accident with her aunt and grandmother, she has been confused.

I want to protect my family, but I don't have motivation, I want to leave everything behind, but I'm not so selfish.

So she'd rather let herself be a child now and not get involved in anything.

He Yiting has his own goals, and his ideals are great, which Sun Simiao has never denied.

Even if he is exposed to an industry that he has not been exposed to in his previous life, he will let himself learn and work hard as much as possible.

And what about yourself?

Sun Simiao closed her eyes and recalled everything she had been reborn again, and she seemed to be lost to the extreme.

Her family's life has changed, but that's not her credit.

It's just that in the previous life, the family chose to live in the countryside, and in this life they came out for some reasons.

The strength of her grandparents, the identity of her ancestors' aunts and grandmothers, she didn't know it in her previous life, but she found out in this life that she didn't find out.

Lost the watermelon and held a sesame seed as a baby.

"Miaomiao, you are obviously so powerful, you have such powerful medical skills, coupled with your experience in your previous life, you are better than many people, and you can even form your own team, why bother to let yourself be an unknown person?"

He Yiting thought of Sun Simiao's evaluation of her after her death, and those people's admiration for Sun Simiao.

Whether this woman is because of Baoyu or not, she has indeed dedicated most of her life to public welfare, and has also helped countless people.

She is not simply helping people through temporary difficulties, but teaching many people how to live better.

But it's been two years since she was reborn, but she treats herself like a little waste, how can this be?

Even a person as unique as He Yixing can be influenced by Sun Simiao, is she underestimating her ability too much?

Sun Simiao opened her eyes, there was still an abyss inside, she didn't need fame or profit.

"He Yiting, you don't understand! You don't understand the feeling of being in debt all your life, or how easy it is to be a waste person than to be a useful person. ”

Even if she said it so easily, she still couldn't refute that even if she wanted to be a waste, she had been doing the opposite of waste.

"Come on, as long as you don't spoil yourself, I'm satisfied!"

Suddenly, He Yiting's painting style changed.

Sun Simiao looked at him with hell.

What does that mean?

The preaching atmosphere just now changed in an instant.

What does it mean that he is satisfied?

This tone is not right, okay!

This man is here to entertain himself, right?

"He Yiting, are you the devil?"

The voice is faint and very unpleasant.

He Yiting sat up and said seriously:

"I'm Hades, not a devil!"

Belch!

This serious look is really underwhelming.

Before it could be implemented, the door of the room was slammed open, and then Sun Sirui rushed in like a calf, pulling He Yiting's clothes and tearing people out.

"The He family's hun egg, who let you lie the eldest sister's chuang? Don't know the difference between men and women? ”

Sun Sirui thinks that the eldest sister may not be taken advantage of now by others, and those bear children in the alley don't know what they have instilled in him, and he has been looking at Sun Simiao very closely recently.

He Yiting still has some tolerance for Sun Sirui, and he rescued his clothes with a skill, and then slowly sorted out the wrinkled clothes that were scratched by Sun Sirui:

"I know, but Huang still has to lie down!"

It's a good underwhelming.

Then Sun Sirui, who has always been able to move his fists and not his brain, really moved his fists.

I haven't practiced for a long time, and He Yiting also wants to see Sun Sirui's progress.

The two of them moved in the courtyard.

Everyone in the family stood and watched the play, and no one persuaded them.

Sun Simiao also took out a handful of peanuts and began to eat them.

The big festival really needs a program to cheer up.

However, even if Sun Sirui has grown a lot taller, he can't compare to He Yiting, although this guy is busy in the laboratory every day.

In the end, Ma Dalan was tired of watching and asked the two of them to stop.

"Tonight, the two of you go to sleep alone, now go wash your face, brush your teeth and wash your feet!"

Grandma has spoken, who dares not to go?

The two boys looked disgusted at each other, but they had to do it.

No matter how the two competed at night, the next day, He Yiting successfully got up late.

Who let last night sleep late.

After Sun Simiao finished washing, she rewrapped herself into a zongzi, and watched Xiao Wu Xiaoliu walk with his hands on the wall.

The two children, who could all walk, couldn't move their legs because they were wearing too much.

"Sister, mouse, squeak!"

Xiao Liu didn't leave, pointing to the house and repeating this sentence all the time.

Xiao Wu also nodded.

Compared with Xiao Liu, who talks a lot, Xiao Wu is a lot slower, and the two of them should be completely reversed.

Sun Simiao thought about it for a long time and didn't understand.

"Mouse, mouse!"

Xiaoliu kept calling, and finally held back a word:

"chuangchuang!"

What the hell is the situation?

Sun Simiao listened to the milk in a daze.

In the end, Sun Sihan rubbed his eyes and came over to explain to Sun Simiao:

"Xiaoliu should say that there are rats in the room, under the chuang, squeaked all night!"

Belch???

Sun Simiao looked at Xiao Liu with a puzzled expression, and the little guy really nodded violently.

Seems to say:

Yes, yes, yes!

What rat is so bold?

Sun Simiao really didn't expect it, and was about to ask Song Dongxue, who came out to hug her son, but she didn't know how to kill the mouse when she saw it? What if the mouse bites Little Five and Six in the face?

saw Song Dongxue slapping Xiao Liu's pi stock, and then scolded with a flushed face:

"Where are the rats, you little thing talking nonsense!"

Is there a mouse to beat Xiaoliu to do something?

Sun Simiao is really not connected, so he saw Ma Dalan holding a glass of milk and handing it to Sun Sihan, asking him to drink it quickly, this kid hasn't grown tall recently, how can he just grow a little meat?

Waiting for Sun Sihan to take the milk, Ma Dalan slapped his daughter-in-law on the back:

"I don't have any points, and I still dislike the child? If you want to do something in the future, remember to wait for the child to fall asleep! ”

This is a lesson.

Sun Simiao finally understood.

Then the milk in the mouth squirts.

This father and mother really can't wait.

Sun Zhiwen came back very late last night, and it is estimated that he couldn't hold back for a while.

I couldn't restrain myself, but I didn't expect Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu to wake up.

"Oh, look at my good girl, this mother is not competent at all!"