Chapter 59: Dreams (17)

Chapter 59: Dreams (17)

(17) Woe comes from the mouth

If you don't want the deceased person to be good, isn't it very unauthentic? But I'm talking about a dream, and the money in my dream is a silver dollar! But there are still people who say that I write too truthfully, and some people say that I write too fake.

People always like to sit in the right seats. There is a 60-year-old man, saying that the "Xiaoli" I wrote is like him, and he was commended for his self-employment after changing jobs in the Great Hall of the People, and he is really proud, and the photos look very young, and I don't believe it, you can go to his blog album to see it. Another post-70s generation said indignantly: "The college students in the 80s were all assigned by packages, how could they still go to the army? If it weren't for the author's brain-dead, or this person was shameless, they all went to college, and they all went to take advantage of the opportunities of our rural youth, and I signed up that year and didn't ...... selected."

I had no choice but to send a "cold sweat" expression and said, "You are going to be a soldier, I am writing to be an official!" (laughing) However, this character creation is indeed debatable. ”

Originally, the novel was supposed to create a typical image in a specific environment, and I wrote a special character in a typical environment. Khan!

It is not credible to describe reality in vain, so that fiction can describe reasonable things.

However, some people said, "Soon after hearing someone say bad things about me, something must happen to that person." So I said to others, "Don't speak ill of Alan." ”

What does that mean?

The colleague on the other side of the suite in my original unit was only in his forties when he died......

I know that the colleague on the other side likes to eat cabbage that has just been soaked for a day or two, saying that it is sweet. I told him that it took more than seven days to eat, and that the previous one would ferment to produce a carcinogen, and it would take seven days to decompose to reach a safe consumption target. I read the book.

I think maybe he didn't believe it.

After he died, his 90-year-old father didn't know what was going on? In addition to cooking, he could also dance, knit sweaters, and take care of his daughter after the divorce.

Some people have long said that he is gay, and he was not a colleague at the time, and he didn't know what it meant, and what the consequences would be.

His daughter was very lovely, and one day, she told me that my new nanny had been fired and that her hands and feet were not clean when she was in a restaurant, she had heard about it.

I locked the cabinet where I liked things.

The nanny left without paying, saying that she would not come again.

I think it's a little weird. Later, a white cloth pocket that had never been seen before was found in the locked cabinet.

I don't want to speak ill of others, I'm talking about what I see with my own eyes and what I hear with my own ears.

I dreamed that no one would speak ill of me. I haven't heard anyone speak ill of me at the moment.

For example, in the past, she said that crazy people would run around the streets with bare butts (I have only seen those who showed their belly buttons), but now that she says that I am crazy, does it mean that I will take nude photos? If my son really gets married and has children at the age of 20, maybe I can be elected as the most beautiful grandmother in China, and wear a swimsuit to show off her white and immaculate figure!

But......

However, the son said: The women of the old society became grandmothers at the age of thirty, and you are 40 years old, and the children are still stinky!

He actually used the milky smell on himself!

My husband doesn't tell me Carnegie's way of behaving in the world now, because when he was rambling and educating me, I covered my ears and let him go again and again until his voice became quieter, and then I said: "From now on, whoever speaks first is a fool, and he will die headlong!"

Now it's my 13-year-old son's turn to tell me. I'm miserable!

When I was a child, I was a mother, and I don't know why I was so energetic, and I kept talking to students after class all day.

At that time, I vowed to study hard and leave my mother to study in Chengdu as soon as possible, so as not to listen to the great principles of how to behave in the world.