Chapter 992: Warm Autumn (19)

Pink Rose Love: Warm Autumn (Waru Alan)

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The best way to deal with a broken love is to empathize. Of course, you don't have to love someone again. It's not bad to move to chicken and pigeon farming like my husband. I see that he spends his spare time taking care of the chickens and pigeons.

Although I also want to take care of the chickens and pigeons, unfortunately I can't do it. A pigeon was pecked to death by a hungry chicken.

The bleeding that had stopped began again after the exercise, this time not a blood clot, but a pale red, like the one in my veins. My blood was not normal in color, as if it had been diluted with ginseng water. Later, I found that my milk was just as light, unlike milk, like water in a bottle.

The strange thing is that when the son is one year old, he only feeds milk, and vomits out of everything he feeds. I was afraid that he would be malnourished and cruelly weaned his parents, but after a few months, his original fleshy face became smaller, and even his head was a few laps smaller.

I heard that my husband was breastfeeding until he was four years old, and I was really envious. No wonder his bones are thick and heavy, and he doesn't feel light or heavy when he fights people. I ate it for less than 9 months and my son was 14 months old. A woman's bones are precious to be light, so I don't care. But the son suffered, and the man's bones are more valuable.

However, compared to children who eat milk and milk powder, my son is still lucky. The source of milk is very different, and the physique and IQ will be very different. So I never worried about my son's studies, after all, I was not bad morally, intellectually and physically, and when he was a baby, I did not have the opportunity to come into contact with melamine.

My husband and son went to the county seat on the 4th, the kind of county town where there is a river running through the city, I used to like it very much, since the Wenchuan earthquake after the frequent natural disasters around the world, especially after the mudslide in Zhouqu, I don't feel like it. I don't know if my son will like it, after all, it's a hometown he has never seen before. I don't know if there will be a feeling of familiarity at first sight in the legend.

The mother-in-law said that he must wear new clothes to go back, but the son wore a school uniform, because he did not have time to buy it, and last year's spring and autumn clothes were as short and narrow as Chaplin's costumes. Now my son doesn't like the clothes I bought at all, saying that I have no taste and like brightly colored clothes.

He didn't know that what I liked was photogenic colors, and it was enough to just go once, so there was no need to buy a designer and wear it for a long time. It doesn't matter if I hit the shirt, after all, the effect of what I wear is completely different from that of others, and I am embarrassed to wear the same clothes twice in the camera.

I don't know how these subconscious ideas can be latent for so long, and I'm a little overwhelmed. If it is a famous rich woman, her hairstyle is childish and her clothes are gorgeous, no one will laugh at her, and ordinary people are no different from mental illness like that. So I'm suitable for living in a city like Beijing, where no one cares what you wear.

At noon on the 5th, my husband and son visited Daming Palace in Xi'an, called back and said that they saw a lot of fat beauties, and said that they should hurry up, only the last night.

He would never have known about the psychic storm I suffered during this long vacation. It turns out that love, like traveling, is a very sinful thing, and only a healthy body can bear it. I had insomnia all nights, and I knew that when I felt my heart ached, I was truly in love.