Chapter 915: Dog Days (8)

Pink Rose Love: Three Dogs (Varu Alan)

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Yes, I'm talking about a gingerbread.

A gingerbread or a piece of clothing brings me much more joy than a man.

I would make a lot of people scoff at me when I say that. I don't deny that some women have the ability to control men and will let themselves get the best pleasure from men. However, I can't. It's true. I have a natural aversion to men, and when a man comes closer than half a meter, it's a great threat to me.

It was one day in 2005, and there were singers performing on the open-air stage in Soxiu City, and I had cotton wool stuffed in my ears to endure the noise. It was me and my son taking my sister-in-law, that is, the child, and his aunt shopping. I didn't know what my son was talking about, so I nodded subconsciously. He took out my phone from his bag, handed it to a girl with heavy makeup, and soon received a song tape signed by Xu Wei.

I told my son: remember to unsubscribe from the news.

When I went back, I went to pick up the bike, and when I lowered my head to unlock it, I felt someone approaching.

I looked up and said, "Didn't you get it?" I took the disc out of the paper bag in the basket and handed it to him. A smile spread across his face.

He froze for a few seconds, then turned and walked away. What I saw was a sallow face, and the whites of the eyes were also sallow.

Few people, including women, would be so close, or strangers to men. Since then, I feel that if I don't get divorced, I'm afraid that someone will be dossing sulfuric acid one day.

Aunt Lu said that this kind of psychology of mine comes from childhood trauma. She thought that the bearded teacher didn't stab me in the face with his beard, but took away my first kiss! She thought that person should still be my mother's lover, and she didn't think a mother would slap her daughter for another man. As a mother, the first thing you should think about is whether your daughter is being bullied, instead of beating her daughter in front of the other party when she sees her scolding.

"What if I'm really not biological?" I asked.

"That's another matter," said Aunt Lu, "but you can take the opportunity to vent the evil anger in your heart, so you are not willing to be adopted by your mother herself." ”

I remember all the things in my childhood, which I always said were dreams, which my mother was quite disgusted by, and she said that my brain was either broken or scared silly. I think so too. So that no one will take anything disrespectful when I say it.

Those young teachers came and went and finally returned to their own cities, and I should be very grateful to my mother for taking care of them back then, and they should have taken care of us when they reached middle age.

One of the teachers who had three car accidents after I cursed and lost all his teeth, and pressed a pair of dentures and became a deflated mouth, my mother also mentioned when she spoke, I saw that my father was very alert and disgusted, so I said to my mother: "Don't mention what that person said, you said it because you didn't have any scruples, and Dad was very unhappy when he heard that name, don't you see it?"

My mother said, "What do I have to worry about when I talk at this age?"

That look was exactly the same as when she quarreled with her father back then: "I have given birth to six children, what am I afraid of losing face?

I was afraid that my mother would become a "chatterbox" at that age, just like my mother, and would quarrel with people at every turn, so I didn't go out much for six years.