The group is already boiling...

The first time I went to read the book, the guest officers persuaded me not to change it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's amazing!

Thank you, I think this goes beyond the reader-writer relationship, it's really a friend.

But, I'm sorry, I still didn't listen to you, and insisted on finishing the scheduled writing.

It's not a fight, and it's not a reward. The romance with the daughter-in-law can be there every day, but the mourning for the past is only today.

I have my reasons...

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I remember when I was twenty-five years old, I drank high.

Under the Dahuangzhuang Bridge, I had a fight with two stupid people, and I didn't fight, and in the end not only beat them up, but also threw them into the car and pulled them away.

When I woke up the next day, I found out that it was two special policemen.

Brother, I was gorgeously drunk and fought a people's police.

....

Because the attacking police have been squatting in the court for 27 days, I am going to open a "Prison Storm" in the next book, and I will definitely have a life.

Anyway, in the end, I finally got a bail pending trial.

When I left the gate of the detention center, I received a call from my mother, and I didn't complain.

Just say:

"It's almost my birthday, go home."

......

I don't want to go back, first, the old lady is inked, and second, I just made a mistake and has no face.

I screwed my mother for a long time, and then my old man couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the phone and said something

"Get back here! Your mother's liver cancer...... Phase 4 ....."

......

My mother was young and beautiful, she played a bastard when she was a child, and the old lady was also cruel and cried angrily...

But these ..... It's all blurred.

The only thing that is clear is that when I went back to my hometown, the old lady sat in a small horse in the yard and watched me when I entered the house as a child.

Although I used to call her old lady since I was a child, this was the first time I realized that the old lady was really old.

I wore a straw-yellow sweater, and I was watching my old man drying cabbage there in front of the door. When he saw me come in, he pursed his lips and looked at me for a long time, and then he struggled to stand up and take my backpack.

"Why don't you freeze to death..."

.....

I have been with the old lady in my hometown for more than a month, and just after my birthday, I received a call from BJ that the case was about to be decided, so I had to appear in court the next day.

I don't want to go back, but I can't help it.

Before leaving, my mother said, "Go, wait for you to come back." ”

The next morning, I went to BJ to hold a trial at noon, and the sentence was suspended for a half, so I didn't have time to rejoice, so I rushed back in the afternoon.

Before I got on the plane, I received a call from my dad asking me to hurry up.

Pity...

Still haven't caught up...

The old lady would not close her eyes until noon, but she still could not hold out until I returned.

......

Nine years have passed now.

The last thing she left me was "Wait for you to come back." ”

And I...

The last impression left in her heart should be that she is an ignorant child who can't grow up.

...

Birthday is not only a mother's hard day, but also an indelible memory.

So today, when I opened my eyes, I started to code words until the early hours of the morning, not because I couldn't spell it, but because I wanted to comfort the old lady in this way.

"Get down to business......"

"All is well......"

"You don't have to worry about it anymore..."

...... (To be continued.) )