Chapter 471: I feel very uncomfortable

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My brown slightly curly hair looks like my grandmother's, and in order to prevent my classmates from saying that I have a perm, I always have to apply hair oil to look black and straight. Nowadays, more and more foreigners walk the streets of Beijing, Lao Liang's curly hair does not always have to be pushed into a small flat head, and no one asks me where my hair is permed.

But our innate allergic symptoms were passed on to the children, and Lao Liang's family of three spent the National Day in the hospital. Like my son, I first had an irregular heartbeat and suspected heart disease, then breathlessness and pneumonia, and finally asthma. When he called me, he was incoherent again, and I asked if the subscription to the GEM stock was successful, and he still cried!

I said try chlorpheniramine and my son took chlorpheniramine to stop his asthma. After that, it worked, but I ate too much and too much miscellaneous food during the holidays, and I ate allergies.

Minghua's children were tested for allergies in Chongqing when they were young, and said that there were more than 30 kinds of allergy tests, but now they are almost 1.9 meters tall in the third year of high school. Last year, the mother and son traveled to Beijing and stayed in my bookstore for a few days, which made me feel like Minghua had a little lover.

I remember interviewing a celebrity in the past, and he said that his mother was his "lover who will never fall out of love", and at that time I thought he was too hypocritical and didn't write about it. When I saw Minghua's mother and son, I realized that I could really look like a couple.

And many real couples look like father and daughter or mother and son. For example, my partner, reporter Wan of the Military Department of China and Guangzhou, had a wife who was very similar to my mother. His colleagues are all moving to CCTV, but he is holding back on the fact that he has become one of the four major central media outlets as the ultimate goal. So I wrote a short story for him, from a man's point of view, telling the story of a young reporter from a local newspaper who struggled to be a foreign affairs reporter and finally became a diplomatic ambassador in a few thousand words.

I only turned to that page to show him when the plane was taking off, and I knew that after getting off the plane for the commendation party, we wouldn't have a chance to meet again. At that time, the hard work of making TV was not good, and the radio was booming with the opening of transportation, economic and other sub-stations, which looked beautiful. But in the future, when the colleagues of CCTV are in a good mood, the wife of the mother of the reporter will become the wife of the old woman, and she will be even more nagging, and at that time his full of talent will be scolded by his mother-in-law, and he will never be able to write a word again.

I don't know what happened to Reporter Wan, but I listened to the editor-in-chief Wen, a colleague of Reporter Wan and the director of CCTV, say that when we went to Reporter Wan's house together, the Brazilian turtle I brought to his six-year-old son was burned to death by his wife. I watched the Brazilian turtle raised on the desk of Li Liangshi from the foreign language Taisai language group, which is very cute, so I specially found the flower, bird and fish market in Xizhimen to buy it.

Therefore, my greeting call did not call again after Editor-in-Chief Wen. It seems that others will no longer treat me as a teacher's child, and I can no longer run to the teacher's house to eat without reporting. It was a very bad time to grow up. Now people feel more unhappy when they reach middle age. I've always been a very self-righteous person.