Chapter 684: Life is not easy

"But I can't die, or I don't dare to die, Dad! Your grandson is still young, I am not old, and this family still has to rely on me to support it. Diao Wu didn't seem to have seen the strange things happening around him, and continued to cry to his father:

"I remember when I was a child, you and my mother asked me to study hard, and in the future, I will be an office worker, the wind can't blow, the rain can't get wet, it's better than selling coolies to make money. I understand this truth, and I tried hard to learn it, but I just can't learn it. Dad, your son is not that piece of material. ”

The wind was blowing louder and louder, and I could even hear the wailing of the wind, sharper than the high notes of Vitas, whirling around us with the wind.

But this did not stop Diao Wu from continuing to complain to his father: "So, now your son can only sweat like a camel and forget his thirsty work under the scorching sun, or forget the cold and confused hard work in the wind and snow like a carbon seller." Actually, it's just to make more money for the family, Dad!

I know that you have chosen such a piece of feng shui treasure land in your life, but my son is really troubled. Your grandson has just entered elementary school, and when he enters junior high school in the future, he will have to divide the schools according to the location of his household registration. I don't want my son to continue to study in the school that only rural people go to in No. 3 Middle School, like me, I want to create a haode reading environment for your grandson.

And if I want my grandson to have a haode school district, I have to buy a house in a good school district. But with the little money I earn now, let alone buying a house, I just rent, and I can't afford to rent it.

Thanks to the old yard you left me, it has been moved, but the area of the house with a house photo is only enough for a small house. Counting the decoration, pay the heating and property fees for three years first, and your son will have to sell his kidney.

Dad, my son is really desperate, otherwise I wouldn't dare to touch the idea of your and my mother's cemetery. I'm here today, I beg you, you haven't left me anything in your life, I admit it! For the sake of your grandson's sake, don't make any more fuss. "When he said this, Diao Wu was already snotty, tearful, and couldn't cry."

Listening to Diao Wu's crying, I gradually forgot the strange wind blowing outside me. Is it wrong for Diao Wu to sell the cemetery? I don't know, but what I do know is that he, like most of us, is after something.

Maybe it's the once ideal beauty haodeaiqing, or the youth that has passed away in the years, or the most ideal state of life in reality.

But no matter what we are pursuing, with the increase of external pressure and the aging of age, we begin to gradually sink into the world, and forget the original beliefs and dreams. Perhaps in addition to silence, we can only use crying to express our dissatisfaction with reality, because in crying, there are laughter, longing, helplessness in real life, and the bitter consequences after failure, as well as the appeal for confusion in the future, and the most important thing is that there is still a trace of dignity left in it.

After Diao Wu finished speaking, the strange wind also stopped, except for the paper money flying in the sky to prove that Diao Wu and his father were really angry with his son, all that was left was the desolation of the night and the silence of the night.

The counterfeit money looked left and right, and then gently patted Diao Wu's shoulder: "It's okay, your father forgives you, get up." ”

"yes, it's icy and snowy, don't look back and freeze it for you." Xiao Wang was very discerning and helped Diao Wu up, and among us, Lao Cao was the happiest. Not only did he make a small profit, but also our people came forward to solve Diao Wu's father's curse for him.

Just as I was about to comfort Diao Wu for a few words, my phone rang again at an inopportune time.

"Hello, I'm Jia Shu, who are you?" "I'm Xiao Zhao, why didn't you look at the caller ID?" A girl on the other end of the phone asked playfully.

"Ah, Xiao Zhao, what's wrong, are you going to go out to drink and complain to me again?" I scratched my head a little, the new number didn't change for a few days, and even Xiao Zhao could find me, whose tongue is so long?

"Yes, now the boss of this company is too stubborn, and he is so aggrieved that he wants to ask you out for a drink and complain." Xiao Zhao said helplessly on the other side of the phone.

"I have something to do tonight." When I think of the eighth sister and Wang Lili in the hospital, I can't help but have a headache.

"Yo, when will Langzi turn around and not change the money!" Xiao Zhao said sourly, "You must know that my sister's body has been given to you, are you still not satisfied?" "I'm starting to feel helpless, who let myself owe so much love debt in the first place.

The day I kept insisting on knowing Xiao Zhao was very good, but the day she kept insisting on knowing me was very bad. But no matter how much we both insisted on our own ideas, the end result was that we both got to know each other.

It was a mid-August afternoon, and I was returning home from a rehearsal for a slow shake bar, but the weather was not beautiful, and it was pouring rain as I walked out of the door of the slow shake bar. There was an umbrella in the security room of the bar, so I picked the largest one and walked towards my home with the umbrella.

When I walked to the bus stop next to the entrance of the 19th Bureau Guest House, I found a short-haired girl squatting on the ground, letting the rain wash over her body, from top to bottom, from head to toe, all drenched in the rain. And her particularly helpless little eyes made my heart ache.

I came to her with an umbrella and gave her most of the umbrella, while I settled in a corner under the umbrella, waiting for her "xiexie!" ”

But what puzzled me was that after I stood with the umbrella for more than half an hour, the girl under the umbrella raised her cheeks full of rain mixed with tears and said to me: "I'm cold! ”

The reason why I use the word tangled is because I was developing rapidly with a "nine-and-a-half girl" at the time, although there was no home run, but if I could work harder and make a breakthrough with her, it would be half a month; And as a man who is sound in all aspects, when faced with a beautiful encounter that does not need to be responsible, there are almost no men who can say no.

A sentence that I am cold can make countless ideas burst out of my brain, of course, the ultimate goal is the bed; The sentence that I am cold suddenly made me, a big man, suddenly have a desire to protect, an urge to hold the other party in his arms; A sentence of I'm cold, breaking my own original design of jihua, and putting the most primitive desire of men on the body of this girl at the moment.

Looking at the other party's helpless eyes, I gave the other party the right to choose, "Send you home or go to the hotel?" After finishing speaking, I didn't forget to look back at the Nineteenth Bureau Guest House behind me.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then began to look me up and down. When she saw my gentleman's smile, the girl resolutely replied, "Hotel!" ”

I hugged the girl who was shaking like chaff in my arms, and quickly came to the 19th Bureau Guest House behind me, and opened a room with a bathroom. Then, I almost carried her into the room.

"You go take a shower first, I'll get you some boiling water, save yourself from catching a cold." After entering the room, I didn't immediately treat this girl like a hungry tiger, but said to the other party kindly. Because at that time, I already knew that the highest state of a man's relationship is to make the other party regret and hateless!

I saw her look of gratitude in the other person's eyes, and then, in front of me, she took off her clothes one by one, and I quickly came to her, touched her forehead with the back of my hand, and then strode out of the room to prepare something for her...

to be continued