Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
"No, the handsome guys are all in the TV series. Looks online, figure online, isn't it fragrant? ”
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
"No, the handsome guys are all in the TV series. Looks online, figure online, isn't it fragrant? ”
"That's illusory, it's as real as it is in reality."
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
"No, the handsome guys are all in the TV series. Looks online, figure online, isn't it fragrant? ”
"That's illusory, it's as real as it is in reality."
"The reality is that I can't take care of myself and I'm not interested."
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
"No, the handsome guys are all in the TV series. Looks online, figure online, isn't it fragrant? ”
"That's illusory, it's as real as it is in reality."
"The reality is that I can't take care of myself and I'm not interested."
"I read a good book, eat a good meal, look at a landscape, play a game once, live so much fun, why bother with a person? Isn't it good that I will earn my own money, consume my own food, and be my own master in the future? ”
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
"No, the handsome guys are all in the TV series. Looks online, figure online, isn't it fragrant? ”
"That's illusory, it's as real as it is in reality."
"The reality is that I can't take care of myself and I'm not interested."
"I read a good book, eat a good meal, look at a landscape, play a game once, live so much fun, why bother with a person? Isn't it good that I will earn my own money, consume my own food, and be my own master in the future? ”
Think about it, the girl is only a freshman, the road ahead is still very long, I don't need to be too anxious about the marriage! There is so much joy in life, why do you have to hang yourself on the tree of love? Love is not a savior, only by constantly improving yourself, being a person who is psychologically peaceful, emotionally stable, and can control his life and work well, can he bring warmth to others. Rushing into the long river of love is not necessarily a good thing.
Love, a topic that human beings can never avoid. It is infinitely mysterious and intoxicating, it is always young and charming, look at the love fragments between three generations of our family!
(1) The love and killing of the "post-40s"
Father and mother, the strength of the interpretation of what is called to love while abandoning.
In recent days, my father has come to the city to buy agricultural products, home-grown sweet potatoes, red beans and lentils, leaving early and returning late every day; my mother stays at home and occasionally visits relatives' homes. My mother doesn't know words, doesn't come to town often, has no ability to accept new things, can't make phone calls, doesn't know the winding roads in the city, and doesn't even dare to sit alone in the elevator. After playing at a relative's house, I still need to pick her up, twilight falls, my father hurriedly returns, immediately get up to pick up my mother, I said: "You finish eating and go!" Dad said, "If you throw her under the street sign, she should be in a hurry!" I said, "Don't you always complain that she is not independent?" Isn't this an opportunity? Dad was sad, and immediately went to pick up his mother after eating.
Think of my father who usually complains about my mother: the elevator presses the number, and then presses the arrow, so simple will not be; such a road, is it farther than the slope of the country; the meat is a little more, I am not full; the rice is either cooked early or late; how can I not learn anything... My ears are about to hear calluses. But he always came forward to solve the problems of his grandmother's family; his children never let his mother worry about his studies and employment; he always supported himself when the family was in financial difficulties; his mother bought many bone rods after her fracture and tried to do housework...
Dad hopes that his old age is to go out of the countryside and come to the city. Live a leisurely life, read novels, chase TV series, play vibrato, and realize the long-cherished wishes of cultural people who were unfinished when they were young! The mother hopes that in her old age, she will stay in the countryside and return to nature. Living a pastoral life, feeding chickens and ducks, planting some vegetables, wandering around the fields, not going anywhere, staying in the hometown is the most comfortable and happiest day. Dad had to complain and accommodate his mother.
Dad blocked all the wind and rain in the world for his mother, but he refused to spare people in his mouth, which caused his mother to complain. The two often complained to me about each other, I naturally could not judge the merits of a straight, can only be a peacemaker, the sword and light sword shadow of the two people vividly forced me to become an "emotional master". Having such a pair of parents who love and kill each other really makes me feel a lot of wisdom in life!
(2) The fatal spit of the "post-70s"
Since September, when wa went to college abroad, our in-laws were officially promoted to "left-behind parents", ending the days of surrounding the children on weekends and returning to the world of two. Weekends are always casual. In the evening, we should have a dinner together, and naturally eat a little simpler at noon. After ten o'clock, I staggered to the wet market for a walk. I brought back a petite lotus white, a bowl of cold flour, and a few pieces of tortilla. The chef planned as he walked: "One part of vinegar and one part of cold powder, how about it?" I nodded yes, not bad!
As soon as he got home, he started busy in the kitchen, and I was in charge of drying my clothes.
"Let me tell you a story!" He was busy in his hands and unwilling to be idle in his mouth. Thinking of eating people's mouth soft, I said:
"Okay, well, I'll listen." I only listened to him talk for about ten minutes, and I could hear me in the clouds. After finishing the speech, I couldn't help but ask:
"What's the point of your story?" I thought he was going to make some nonsense, but I didn't expect someone to say generously, "It doesn't make sense!"
"You're really gossiping." I smiled and teased.
"No, I call it awkward chat." I rolled my eyes at him, the widow can be taught too!
"It's time to eat!" There was a loud voice in the kitchen. I leaned over to the table to see that the planned vinegar lotus white and the roasted cold powder had become a dish—the cold powder and the boiled lotus white. I tasted it with my mouth closed, and although it didn't sell well, it tasted good. He continued to tinker around the kitchen, pulling out a plate of noodles (my most hated food) for a few minutes. After a few minutes of eating, he proposed, "Let's mix the noodles and vegetables together, shall we?" As soon as the words fell, before I could stop it, my "cold powder and lotus white" instantly turned into mixed noodles. Straight man's aesthetic, I am also drunk! He gulped down noodles, and I occasionally caught some cold powder and lotus white, and used tortillas as a staple, which was also a fool's errand.
But this scene reminds me of the past when I was in love more than twenty years ago. At that time, I especially liked to eat rice noodles. One winter, the two of us ate a sack of rice noodles. He will change his tricks to make various flavors of rice noodles, such as: egg sauerkraut flavor, spicy chicken offal, beef brisket tomato flavor, meat shredded pickled pepper flavor, material three umami flavor. We tried a lot of flavors of rice noodles and couldn't get enough of it. After each time it is done, we will put it in a large bowl and eat it together. I chose some of what I liked to eat, and the rest was eliminated by him. Every day before the meal, he would always confidently say, "My cooking skills are great!" "Looking at that rich, vibrant face, radiant, smiling eyes, I naturally blew rainbow farts. The next day, he happily tried a new approach.
If I think about it, I should have been attracted by his "cooking" and "cheeky"! After all, there are thousands of good-looking skin bags, and interesting souls are one out of ten thousand, not to mention the appearance value is also justified.
After twenty years of baptism, the young man who tried to design new dishes became a middle-aged uncle with slightly white sideburns and a slightly stiff beer belly, and became a ge Youliang who was completely inactive in his eyes, but his positioning was still as high as ever, he did not smoke or drink, did not gamble, went home on time every day and paid completely, hurt his wife and loved his children, in short, he was a standard model husband. At the moment, someone is half lying on the couch brushing vibrato.
Life goes on unhurriedly, neither good nor bad.
(3) The release of the "post-00s" self
The special ringtone of the "Ding Ding" family WeChat group rang. Needless to say, the girl is online! I immediately put down the matter in my hand and waited for the baby's "reception".
"How's it been lately, busy or not?"
"It was ok!"
"I've been in college for a few months, did you see a handsome guy at school?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you a university of architecture?" There are a lot of boys, and there are no ones who look good?"
"No, the handsome guys are all in the TV series. Looks online, figure online, isn't it fragrant? ”
"That's illusory, it's as real as it is in reality."
"The reality is that I can't take care of myself and I'm not interested."
"I read a good book, eat a good meal, look at a landscape, play a game once, live so much fun, why bother with a person? Isn't it good that I will earn my own money, consume my own food, and be my own master in the future? ”
Think about it, the girl is only a freshman, the road ahead is still very long, I don't need to be too anxious about the marriage! There is so much joy in life, why do you have to hang yourself on the tree of love? Love is not a savior, only by constantly improving yourself, being a person who is psychologically peaceful, emotionally stable, and can control his life and work well, can he bring warmth to others. Rushing into the long river of love is not necessarily a good thing.
Life goes on, and so does our story. Love, I will always believe in it and never blindly follow it. Be the protagonist of life, be your own master, ride the wind and waves, and walk in song! #2021 Vitality Conference ##绵阳头条 #