Chapter 978: Warm Autumn (5)

Pink Rose Love: Warm Autumn (Waru Alan)

（5）

I don't try to change myself or others, I have forgotten the feeling of love and I don't want to regain it. I think the world of a person is very comfortable, and I try to avoid others from intruding.

I have nothing to complain about, I have tried my crush and pursuit online, although it ended in no news, I am afraid that it has left more traces than other people's real love. In fact, I don't have the right to ask strangers on the Internet to help me deal with my garbage and make myself happy as if I was in love.

It is your responsibility to take care of yourself, and you have no right to ask others to take care of yourself. When I was a child, I didn't embarrass my parents, I didn't ask my husband after I got married, and I didn't find fault with my children when I was old. I will always keep my mouth shut and do what others arrange first, and then quietly do my own thing when no one is around.

One day, when no one asks me to do this or that, the time wasted by love has passed, and I have reached a happy old age.

My husband played cards at the Good Luck Farm, ate two roasted whole sheep, and retreated at ten o'clock the next morning. He brought back two boxes of tender walnuts and threw his phone away. Last time, I brought back two boxes of eggs and lost the transportation card (with a balance of more than 100 yuan).

He said: It's really impossible to get any windfall, all the part-time earnings have been lost in the stock market, and the overtime earnings have been eliminated. I got better, I bought some clothes to wear, and my colleagues bought more than 10,000 home theaters, cameras, video recorders, audio equipment...... It's all wasted, and it takes up space if you don't throw it away.

"yes, you can put up the VCD and DVD and let us sing," I said, "I don't even know how to sing pop songs now." "Every time I finish eating out, he says let's go to karaoke, and I know that I can't sing and can't go.

The son said: Don't bother, just listen to it on the computer. As soon as my son left kindergarten, he didn't sing much, and now he basically belongs to the category of incomplete pentatonic sounds. In his view, singing, like playing chess, is something that has no tangible contribution to human society. What he has to do is: not only to make himself happy, but also to be useful to others.

My son said that what I am doing now is something that makes myself and others unhappy.

"You are still talking cool things, and you see that your status as a prince is no longer guaranteed!" said the husband, "Your mother is already a month pregnant. ”

My son looked at my stomach and said, "Six months, right?"

When I looked at it, it really didn't look like it, and I haven't eaten much lately. When you count the time, it's been 40 days, and my menstrual period has always been 28 days, so it can't be menopause, right?

I remember that my mother seemed to have given birth to a little sister and had a ligation, so she never had a period. When she gave birth to her little sister, she was 36 years old. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't be so angry with me.

The day before my mother gave birth to her little sister, she killed the chicken herself and taught me to pluck my feathers, clean up the internal organs, and hang them up. I kept killing 9 of them, and I didn't learn them. It's not that I'm too stupid to remember the essentials, it's that the kitchen knife is too heavy, and my arms are too thin to have the strength to hold a knife in one hand and pull up the chicken skin with the other.

Mom didn't get up that morning. I sent my younger siblings away, burned the charcoal brazier, and said goodbye to go to school, and my mother said that I would go to the doctor first. I went to the doctor's house and went straight to the classroom. When I came back, I saw that my little sister was already sleeping next to her mother.