Wife Please Be Obedient: Postscript (1)

"My youth did not begin until I was 25.

When I was in school, there were only endless papers and endless paintings, as well as a thick exercise book. The abortions, leg splits, car accidents, and dropouts in the youth series made me suspect that I had passed a false adolescence.

Later, I thanked myself, thanked him for his hard work and hard work, so that I had the confidence to hold on to me when I was 25 years old... Well, I was held back by her, and then told her: I will marry you.

April when the sun was just right, the catkins were flying on the streets. When she turned around, she was not far behind. That was the beginning of love-well, wrong again, to be exact, I thought it belonged to love Start.

In fact, love already exists two years later.

It's strange, but it is true. Our love has already existed "earlier" two years after we first met.

But it doesn't matter. Before meeting her, I think I can only be half alive.

What is half alive? ——I can't find the meaning of existence. I just eat, sleep, paint and make money in an orderly manner.

However, I didn't think there was anything wrong at that time.

Isn't life like this? As long as you live--no, it's not. I found out later that the world is colorful and even more colorful than a drawing board.

She is like one of the three primary colors, with colorful light, which can bring out various colors of life.

That is real light.

I have to say thank you to me in the past, and me in the future, as you remember... Forget it, the baby is crying again, I have to change his diaper——"

Crack!

With a soft sound of the study door, Qin Guanglin closed his notebook vigilantly and looked back.

"Dad, what are you doing secretly?" Qin Anya walked over mysteriously as if she had discovered a little secret.

"Go, go, have you finished memorizing English? If you fail to pass the test, be careful that your mother is crazy!"

Qin Guanglin is annoyed. The child is not as honest as he was when he was a child. When he is going to be elevated, he will be idle all day long and sneak peeking at what Lao Tzu is doing in the study.

"Oh, I'm here to ask you to have a meal, and I'll take it after you have finished."

"You go first."

Looking at her daughter walking back and forth one step at a time, Qin Guanglin took out the small lock from the drawer, locked the notebook carefully, and placed it on the top of the bookshelf.

Since he had a son, he didn't know how he became interested in amateurs, maybe it was affected by it. He became more and more interested in scratching the pen. At first, he just wrote a diary to record the growth of his daughter and son. Later, he was not addicted. Begin to write letters to the future self-this of course can't be seen by them, no matter what, lock it up like a thief, and only show it to yourself.

Fortunately, I don’t like fishing. I heard people say that suddenly like fishing is a sign of loss of sexual desire...Although I don’t understand it very well, just avoid it if it can be avoided.

Xiao Yu didn't want a second child, so it's scary to think about it.

"Mo Ji has been so long, are you hiding in to give birth to a child?" Why not supervise the brothers and sisters after washing their hands-Qin Anyi is the only one who needs to be supervised, and Qin Guanglin just sat down after looking back and lingered from the study. come out.

"Well, give them another sister to fight with poison."

Old God Qin Guanglin was sitting on the ground, digging his ears with his little finger, and staring at him without holding his chopsticks, he had no choice but to get up and wash his hands.

You have to set a good example for your children.

"Go to grandma's house tomorrow... Anya, remember, just hug her arm and act coquettishly and let her move in. An Yi, if grandma doesn't come, you will cry. Remember, it's up to your siblings and brothers. "

Why hold the chopsticks and tell them, vowing to bring the old lady over.

"Got it."

"Hmm."

The eight-year-old Qin Anyi nodded holding a bowl.

"You said that the old street was not so troublesome when it was demolished?" Qin Guanglin came back and sat down after washing his hands.

"Isn’t the point that it’s not demolished? Last time I saw that she was loosened. It is estimated that tomorrow I can pack up and move in directly. You will tidy up the room in a while."

"Oh, it's up to you."

After a family of four ate slowly, Qin Anya carried the book to the balcony and whispered words to prepare for high school. Qin Anya was supervised by anyhow, and reluctantly took out her elementary school textbook and lay on the table. Write homework.

There is no chance to copy homework. It is really difficult for my mother to be my own teacher.

Like a leader, Qin Guanglin walked around with his hands behind his back, nodded in satisfaction, and gave him a blank look, "You come and teach him."

"Don't, I just ate, I can't get angry."

"..."

Professional matters are handed over to professional people. Qin Guanglin, who once taught his son to do homework, almost broke down. He is not as smart as his sister at all. If he is not nearly exactly the same as when he was a child, he even suspected that he would hug him in the hospital. wrong.

……

……

Beifei Road is still the same as before, except that the old men and women on the street have changed a group, the ones who should go have already gone, and the newcomers are on top again, only a few familiar faces are left.

Uncle Pan left the year before last. After he left, the old Pan convenience store changed a person at the door. Pan Ge, who is in his 50s, was sitting there with his father, moving Mazar, guarding the family business. It looked like Qin Guanglin's young Uncle Pan was sitting there when he was a child.

Qin Guanglin's broken Audi was well maintained. It was still driving. He didn't plan to change the car. He slowly stopped to Beifei Road and the family got out of the car.

"Aunt Wang, buy so many dishes, do you have guests at home?"

"Yes, come here..." Aunt Wang glanced at the door of Qin's house, and then gestured towards the distant Nunu, "You still refuse to go?"

The two are neighbors, and the relationship is very close. It's clear that Qin's mother lives in the old house and doesn't want to move.

"Pick her up today."

"Come on, check back often when you are fine."

Aunt Wang greeted her and returned home with a vegetable basket. In fact, in her opinion, Qin’s mother is now healthy and healthy. It’s good to dance square dances with them every day. If you want to move in, there are not many acquaintances. Why not stay here.

She doesn't mix the neighbor's housework much, but she talks a bit more when gossiping in the neighborhood.

"I just saw Xiaoqin and his family, there are children and daughters, it looks so good..."

Back home, Aunt Wang went into the kitchen while talking to her son.

Xiao Pang Dun'er has been graduating for four years. With a short beard, she has gained weight again, sitting listlessly on the sofa and watching TV.

"Little Qin?" The relatives who were guests were curious.

"Oh, neighbor, that family is pretty good, don't say, that kid was when I watched him grow up. When I was a kid, sometimes I had a bad exam. The one who was beaten by his mother was crying... Tsk. "Aunt Wang shook his head. Really, that little kid is now over forty years old, with both children, and he's gone so fast.

"Did you learn from my brother Qin and his family before hitting me?" Fat Dun'er asked, sitting on the sofa.

"That is, otherwise you can get into college? You can't even get into high school."

Aunt Wang is still very proud of this. Now my son is painting at home, which is almost the same as Qin Guanglin before. He is a painter and works in art.

Have a face.

"What does Xiaopang do now?" relatives asked.

"No work." Fat Dun'er slumped back on the sofa.

"It's been many years since I graduated, right?! Why haven't you worked yet?"

The relative exclaimed in exaggeration, and said to the aunt Wang: "Can't find it? University or something, or I can introduce him to one, somehow it's a bit of income."

"Learn to paint." Aunt Wang said nonchalantly, painting at home is also work.

"Huh? How about the technology?"

"Quite..."

"Cough!" Fat Dun'er coughed **** the sofa~IndoMTL.com~Very...very ordinary. "Aunt Wang stopped her boasting tone, and said with a curled lips: "I skip class every day and play basketball with others, but I didn't have much class." "

Since the last show-off attracted my second uncle to draw Fat Dun'er and draw a portrait for half a month, the mother and son have agreed to three chapters and cannot brag with others.

"Not in class? What are you doing in college?!" The relatives hated iron and steel.

"Hmm...she." Aunt Wang pointed at the little garden that was still stretching after walking out of the studio with her chin.

"..."

"..."

Blinked ignorantly at Xiaoyuan, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, wash your hands and face quickly, and wait for dinner."

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