lame lover of great god

"Ah? What girl, Dad, what nonsense are you talking about!" Zi Wendong shuddered and rolled his eyes at his father.

The old man squinted at him: "You haven't seen your expression just now, tsk tsk, it's almost the same as when I saw your mother back then. Sigh, do you have a girl you like in the city, hurry up and settle down."

Zi Wendong blushed, and said in a low voice, "No, there's nothing wrong with it. Dad, don't gossip, please. I beg you."

The old man smiled understandingly: "Okay, okay, I won't force you. By the way, don't you want to write, hurry up and write, I don't need you to take care of me now."

"Okay, I'll go there after you finish drinking the medicine, I can't delay." Saying that, he jumped off the kang and went to the kitchen to see the medicine.

Zi Wendong saw that his father's condition was really good, so he gave a few instructions, such as calling Yun Yun for something, and then went back to his room.

Only then did the old man let go of the smile on his face, and covered his abdomen in pain.

Because I don't want my son to worry about being tired, I endure the pain.

This may be what parents all over the world want to do.

It is also the only thing the old man can do.

You have to be strong for a lifetime, persist for a lifetime, how can you not persist in the last few months, the old man is lying on the crack of the door to see his son with the door open, typing on the keyboard seriously, his wrinkled face is full of smiles, his son is promising , and filial piety, what is there to be dissatisfied with.

As for the other two children, one was neglected by him since he was a child, and he didn't fulfill his father's responsibilities;Listening to the meaning of the word Wen Dong, he still likes men. If they come back, what should they do if they quarrel again?So, why come back, Bai Worry is reluctant to part with it, and he is satisfied to see the last side before closing his eyes.

The old man felt the pain relieved for a while, so he spread the kang by himself, turned off the TV, and went to sleep.He gritted his teeth to endure the distending pain in his stomach, and rubbed it gently by himself. Drowsiness hit him, and the remorseful and satisfied father fell asleep.

For some unknown reason these days, Zi Wendong has so much inspiration that he has written a lot of words in a short period of time, and there is basically no need to revise them.I closed my notebook and checked the time, it was only eleven o'clock.Stretch yourself, go to his father's house to see, the old man is already asleep, the moon is bright, and the moonlight shines in through the old-fashioned wooden window, reflecting the peaceful sleeping face of the old man.

Zi Wendong watched silently for a while, seeing that his father was sleeping soundly, he pulled the quilt for him, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and went back to sleep.

Zi Wendong, who was woken up by the alarm clock, was in great pain. He rolled a few times in the bed before he was willing to get up. After washing, he made breakfast, and then he woke up his father.The old man Zi didn't wake up, frowning and shaking his head left and right to avoid Zi Wendong's cold hand, but that hand stayed on his nose relentlessly, blocking his breathing.

The old man had no choice but to open his eyes, and cursed in a straight voice: "You little bastard."

Zi Wendong climbed onto the kang with a smile, helped the old man up, and said, "Dad, you don't want to check the time anymore, you are still sleeping."

The old man groaned and groaned as he put on his clothes, pouting like a child, while Zi Wendong saw it as funny and teased his father.

The old man said: "You child, why are you so naughty now? You were so good when you were a child. Every day after school, you would move a small bench to the yard to study. You have never been foolish about what you are asked to do."

Zi Wendong pulled his face away, put on a lifeless look, and said sternly: "Okay, according to Dad's needs, I will change back to the way I was when I was a child."

"Brat, the bigger you get, the more dishonest you are!"

Zi Wendong felt that it was inconvenient to hold a notebook, so he planned to buy a USB flash drive, which would be convenient to carry around.But thinking of the router that Tang Ying specially bought for him, he gave up the idea.

After tidying up, I told the old man Zi, who waved his hand and said, "Go, go, I'll read for a while."

"Well, I'll be back in a while, you are on the kang, don't come down."

"I know, let's go."

This time the store opened, Zi Wendong opened the door and went in, but there was no one at the counter, turned around and saw Tang Ying's mother peeling peanuts, saw Zi Wendong, smiled and said: "Oh, Wendong is here, Yingying That lazy bastard hasn't gotten up yet."

Zi Wendong smiled and said, "Well, Auntie, I'm here to surf the Internet. I'll wake him up."

"Hehe, let's call. By the way, tell him that the rice is in the pot and let him eat some. Oh, if only Yingying could be as diligent as Wendong."

Zi Wendong blushed from the praise, and he didn't have the nerve to admit that he also loves to sleep in. He just woke up early recently, so he went to the main room accordingly.

Gently pushed open the door and tiptoed in, and sure enough, Tang Ying was still sleeping.With a sinister smile on Zi Wendong's face, he stretched out his hand to his nose.

But when he stopped halfway, he unconsciously admired Tang Ying's sleeping face.

Tang Ying's eyelashes are very long, her lips are light in color, her skin is fair, and she looks very delicate.The more Zi Wendong reads, the more he feels that he is An Xiu in his own novel. When he was writing last night, he intentionally or unintentionally added An Xiu's role, and he was getting closer and closer to Tang Ying.He is kind-hearted but not close, his eyes are always covered with a layer of melancholy that others cannot understand, although he smiles, he feels far away.

It's just that the emotional character Wendong only lasted for a while, and he even got goose bumps all over his body when he came out of the fantasy.Zi Wendong felt a little embarrassed, thinking about a man's face, but luckily no one saw it.

He pushed Tang Ying, and Tang Ying changed her position, turned around and continued to sleep, the quilt slid down, revealing a small piece of her back.Because of his father's illness, Zi Wendong developed a profound knowledge of health preservation overnight, so he continued to push him undaunted, while shouting: "Tang Ying, get up, get up and eat breakfast, or it will be bad for your stomach! "

Tang Ying buried her head under the quilt and said vaguely, "Don't eat."

Zi Wendong felt that he looked like an old man, like a child, so he leaned into his ear and said, "You can't eat."

Tang Ying's ears turned red instantly, quite sensitive.

Zi Wendong thought it was very interesting, so he stretched out his fingers and fiddled with it twice, hey, it became more popular.

Tang Ying woke up with an "ah", turned her head, her eyes were wide open: "You, what are you going to do?"

The author has something to say: pity the hearts of parents in the world, show more filial piety to your parents...