Old Man Meng's study is still so neat and elegant, and the books on the shelves are all brand new and even have a faint fragrance of ink. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the dream, the classmate couldn't help but be suspicious, he had heard the owner of the garbage recycling station scold him fiercely in his previous life, saying that he didn't read all day, and when his child quibbled, he sneered and said, Do you think that Dad will only deal with garbage, and he doesn't understand some ordinary common sense? All your books are brand new, as if they have just been bought back from a bookstore, is this a phenomenon of often turning over the pages, ah?

The little boy replied to his father like this: Dad, I don't see the use of studying; you didn't study much and became a boss, but instead, those two, one with a college A and the other as a graduate student, they all worked for you, and the other studied the value of waste for you! My conclusion was that educated people work for uneducated people, so I don't have to read so many books in order to inherit your career and not let more literate people lose their jobs.

His father was blocked so that he almost had a heart attack, but after thinking about himself, he really felt that if his family environment was not so poor and couldn't study, he should have gone to college, maybe he worked in a certain company every day to see the face of his boss and take that little salary that would not be able to survive without starvation, where can he make a lot of money like now, luxury cars and villas are no less, but looking at those students with excellent grades who lived like dogs for housing and cars, my heart hurts!

Therefore, he was robbed by his children for a while, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he had to scratch his half-bald head with few hairs, frowned and said: At least, you should put your books neatly on the shelves, at least, people will feel that you must be a cultural person when they look at it.

The dream classmate who was squatting on the side to read the villain's book heard the little kid next to him muttering in a low voice: Hypocrisy.

At this moment, looking at the neat and brand-new books, Meng couldn't help but think evilly: Could it be that the old man is just a hypocritical decorative façade?

Naturally, Meng classmate definitely didn't have the idea of flipping through it, although he had read a lot of books, but it was all forced by the kidnapping of the will and the strong J of the mind, so that he could read a so-called useful book seriously, far less energetic than reading a comic. For him, what Snow Leopard Commando's one move is fatal, what is the bone removal technique of one hundred and eight joints of the human body, what Wudang faction thirty-six hands are wrapped around silk, what Shaolin thirty-six moves are captured, and what Shandong Tan family twelve-style Tan legs, his feeling is that it is far less cool than drawing a circle to curse you!

In this compartment, classmate Meng shook his head as if he had an aesthetic and scholarly attitude, but in fact, he was absent-mindedly assembling his reverie in front of the bookshelf, and the old man Meng in the other side of the room was actually quiet and pleasant, looking at an account book without paying attention.

A faint fragrant breeze wafted in, but it was Mrs. Dream.

She stretched out her hands and moved Yume-san's face to face her. Mrs. Dream quietly stared at Classmate Meng's face, and suddenly, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and tears fell quietly like broken threads.

Classmate Meng suddenly knew, his mother had seen the scars on his face, earlier, there were too many audiences, and she didn't want to win the audience's sympathy by ending up in a bloody drama of showing off the love of mother and son in the crowd - she knew that her son was already so good that he didn't need any sympathy in exchange for applause!

She must have endured it very much, so now, her mother's love is like a monstrous torrent that has been blocked in a panic, and at the moment when she finds a breakthrough, it is like the Milky Way venting, out of control!

Mrs. Dream wrapped her arms and held Dream firmly in her arms. Her voice trembled a little: "Baby, I'm sorry for you......"

Although Meng is very embarrassed, after all, he is so old, and he is still being held by his mother, which feels very awkward, but he also knows that in his mother's eyes, even if it is, even if her child is one hundred and eighty years old, as long as her mother is still alive, the child will always be her child!

Dream classmate's heart warmed, suddenly, a warm tenderness surged in the depths of his heart, in his previous life, he did not enjoy a trace of maternal love, finally, let him feel, never shed a tear of iron-blooded man, nose sour, eyes with tears.

At this moment, Mr. Dream strengthened his belief, and from then on, the parents of the original Dream Tour were his parents, and his relatives were his relatives!

In his previous life, he silently guarded the motherland, and now, the dreamer is his guardian!

Mrs. Meng finally let go easily, took out a handkerchief, but instead of wiping her tears, she gently wiped the corners of her child's eyes, and actually teased with tears: "Look at you, you are such a big child, and you are still crying and crying, so that your ladies can see it, and they think that I am bullying you and want to fight with me!"

Classmate Meng didn't argue, raised his hand, gently wiped the tears on his mother's face, and said with a smile: "Mother, when I'm not at home, I have to bother you a lot, after all, they are used to being waiting, and it is estimated that they don't know how to deal with some trivial things for a while, so you can take care of it." ”

Mrs. Meng said softly: "Look at what you said, it seems that my mother is as difficult to get along with as an unreasonable old pious woman. Don't worry, the mother will treat them as treasures. Okay, my mother is resting, and your father has something to say to you, so I won't bother. Good night, baby. ”

Meng said, "Good night, dear." ”

Mrs. Meng was slightly stunned: "What do you mean by 'pro'?"

Meng scratched his head, a little depressed: "'Kiss' is a kind of greeting that is closer to 'dear', and the word 'love' is cut from 'dear', which means a relationship without love." ”

"That's right," Mrs. Meng suddenly realized, and then looked at classmate Meng with a resentful look, "Son, do you mean that there is no love in our relationship?"

At this moment, let Meng classmate cultivate the "iron-faced skin" to the extreme, and he also blushed, if other women questioned him like this, he would naturally give her a science popularization with confidence, the reason why "pro" was abandoned that "love" is because the kind of "love" contained in it is the love of men and women, and if you don't experience it, you will naturally have no love, so although the relationship is close to zero, it can only be "pro", not "dear".

Of course, now my mother is like a curious baby's shameless question, even if Meng eats ten boxes and eight boxes of bear heart leopard gall, he doesn't have the courage to explain to his mother, so he can only look at Old Man Meng and pray for support while wiping his sweat.

The so-called battlefield father and son soldiers, the blood is always the same.

Old Man Meng waved his hand to his wife and said, "My dear, you just give us some time to talk to the two of us, okay, the matter is more urgent, Xiaoyou will leave at dawn." ”

Mrs. Dream was stunned for a moment and said, "So urgent?"

Old Man Meng nodded: "It must be fast!"

Mrs. Meng said: "Xiao You has just come back, and Xiao Shi and Xiao Kai have been at home for a while, so it's better to let them ......."

Old Man Meng said: "They have another task. ”

Mrs. Meng's expression changed, and she said, "The three children have to be dispatched, is it serious?"

Old Man Meng said with a solemn expression: "Not only do the three brothers have to go out, but Sakura has to go." ”

Mrs. Dream was a little distracted, and said softly: "Sakura followed the one a little, I don't know if that person is willing to let go, hey, I haven't seen the girl for several years." ”

Old Man Dream said: "I have already passed the book of the flying pigeon, and it won't be a few days before there will be news of her, as for the one, I have detailed it in the letter, although she is a little unreasonable, but I believe she still understands the power of it, and will allow Sakura to come back." ”

Mrs. Dream didn't speak, obviously, her thoughts had already rushed to the daughter who had left her since she was a child.

Meng couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Old Man Meng smiled bitterly and said, "If I know where I went wrong, it would be easy to do." What a strange thing, obviously I can't find any doubts on the books, but the ratio of profit and deficiency is serious weightless, and in just a few months, I actually lost one-tenth of the output value of the entire dream family, as if some industries disappeared out of thin air!"

"One-tenth?!" Meng classmate couldn't help but be surprised, although it was difficult for him to accurately calculate the total output value of the Dream Family, but the huge Dream Group, his national marketing chain is extensive, and the assets involved are huge, which can be regarded as a giant standing between heaven and earth, and can grasp a handful of wealth that is difficult for people to dream of with a casual palm. And now, this giant is slowly cutting off his limbs and even spreading his body by the enemy hidden in the shadows. There is no doubt that if this continues, it won't be long before the dreamer, the giant of the business empire, will collapse.

Leaving the old man's study, it was almost dawn.

Dream did not go back to the room to sleep, but rode out of the dream house alone, lying on a large stone on the bank of a clear river, quietly listening to the breeze and the crispness of the reverberation of the flowing water gently lapping the sand and gravel on the bank.

I don't know when, there was a sudden deep flute sound on the river.

Gently, like a whimper, like a whisper of pain and sorrow that goes deep into the deepest part of the soul.

Like a song and a cry.

People can't help but think of Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts":

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows

Small bridges and flowing water

Ancient road west wind thin horse

Sunset

The heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Huo Ran, a dream classmate who closed his eyes as if he was asleep, propped up one hand on the stone, and the whole person was like an arrow shot up in the air, folding suddenly above the river, like a light bird, landing in a relatively small fishing boat.

There are only two people on the small fishing boat, a man who holds the oars should be the owner of the fishing boat, he looked at Meng with wide eyes and stunned, as if he had seen a ghost, this place is at least ten zhang away from the shore, this person actually did not have a drop of water on his body and suddenly appeared on the boat, how did he do it? Could it be that I have encountered something dirty? It seems that I will have to go to the Seven Immortal Gu to ask for a cup of divine water pressure in a while.

The sound of the flute came from the flute in the hands of a woman dressed in white and covered with a white veil on her face.

Now, this woman, sitting in the stern of the boat, did not have the slightest sense of surprise at the arrival of the uninvited guest of Classmate Meng, and she did not pause because she was disturbed.

Meng sat beside her gently, closed her eyes, quietly, and listened to the grief-stricken flute of the baby, as if the next moment, I can't wait to have a bottle of sleeping pills or dichlorvos in my hand, drink a pleasure, die a pleasure!

Finally, Brother Boat couldn't hold it anymore, he gasped for breath, and then shouted loudly with an apologetic expression: "I can't die, I still have a young daughter-in-law in my family, and an eighty-year-old mother, and the daughter-in-law can follow the neighbor Lao Wang, but there is no one to take care of the mother......"

Poof!

The big brother of the boat threw down the rocking oar, his head was short, and he got into the water.

The whistle stopped.

Silent.

The woman in the white dress suddenly sighed, "You shouldn't have come." ”

Meng finally opened his eyes slowly, stared at her quietly, and then said, "Huh?"

The woman in the white dress said, "I'm afraid." ”

Meng said, "Huh?"

The woman in the white dress said softly: "I am very selfish and I am also fragile, I am afraid that I will not be able to hurt." ”

Meng said slowly: "However, you have already injured me. ”

The woman in the white dress stared at his face, the long scar, her body shook slightly, she lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "Do you believe it, I have never apologized to anyone." ”

Meng said, "I believe it." ”

The woman in the white dress said softly, "I'm sorry. ”

Meng took her hand, it was very white, smooth and soft, pinched it gently, and said shamelessly: "I don't want you to hug 'Apolog', I want you to hug me." ”

The woman in the white dress said "......"