Chapter 936: Dog Days (29)

Pink Rose Love: Three Dogs (Varu Alan)

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I woke up at three o'clock for two days in a row, and I went to the airport at half past seven and went home for a circle, and there was no motion sickness, probably because of the injury to my right eye, which made the vision of the two eyes balanced, and I didn't need to wear glasses to watch TV.

I remember that my mother had very good eyesight at that time, and I couldn't even tell the color of my clothes when she was walking far away, but she could see who it was. Maybe this is the legend that people with normal vision will become farsighted when they get old, and mild myopia will become normal vision?

Maybe I've reached the state of "getting old", I remember the day I went to ** to see Yu was uncomfortable wearing glasses and foggy, and then I still wore my son's 100° glasses to be clear, and I also told him that maybe I need to wear reading glasses.

Later, when I went to check my eyesight, my right eye needed to increase the power to become clearer, and the left eye needed to lower the power. Now I can't wear a few pairs of glasses, I guess in the future, in order to avoid being too ugly to look like a star without makeup, buy decorative frames to wear, right?

It's strange that just a skin injury will affect my mood a lot, and I will no longer have the slightest desire to fall in love. Mom's kind of broken bones, again and again, how can she bear it?

Jie'er said: If you plan not to live with your husband in the next life, you still can't make do with the child now, you have to leave slowly to let your son adapt, leave for a day or two, and gradually lengthen it......

In fact, women who are at work will leave when they have to go on a business trip, but my son has only been in the hospital for a month and a half since he can remember, and he has not yet had the consciousness of "mom not at home" in his little head. I hope I leave after he leaves home. My own home will be a safe haven for my children forever, and I will never fall into the clutches of another man and let my children be inaccessible.

They haven't figured out that I don't plan to live with a man, not just not with my husband, but with another man. I don't want to spend the rest of my life cooking, eating, tidying up and watching TV, I want to have my own space and be on my own 24 hours a day.

I don't deny that I may fall into the emotional whirlpool of love at first sight, and no one can predict the future. However, I believe that men will flee faster than women think, and it won't be much trouble. After all, love is just a chemical reaction, it won't last long, and now that there are no children to maintain it, it won't waste too much time. After the age of 50, I will be as happy and unrestrained as Aunt Lu.

The white pigeon raised the baby of the gray pigeon, and the feathers were exactly the same as the gray hen raindrops, but the eyes were not the sand eyes of the carrier pigeon, nor the big black eyes of the ornamental pigeon, but dark gray, which was really strange. Could it be that feeding is the same as breastfeeding, and the quality of milk will vary depending on the physique?

As a son, the white pigeon replaced the father's gray pigeon and got the supremacy, and the food was always eaten by the white pigeon couple before the other pigeons rushed to grab the food. They can now eat corn, and wheat and sorghum are left. The husband began to sympathize with the old gray pigeon again, saying that the gray pigeon's coat color was not as beautiful as before.