“Long” (18)

Release time: 2025-04-06 20:00:52
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Dahai said meaningfully: “Our little flower is 24 years old this year, and she has not graduated yet. If you don’t have good grades, you don’t know where to learn a set of tricks. When I was talking about freedom of love, I had already given her a baby at her age and asked her to make a soy sauce. Do you know what I want to say?”

I know Dahai seems to be almost fifty this year, and I understand Dahai’s meaning.

“Young people have the idea of ​​this matter. Follow her, you should always find the one you like. The forced melon is not sweet, and there is no way to force it.” I said and handed over the key.

Dahai looked at me without taking the key and said lightly: “Young people have their own ideas? Are you not a young man? Why are her mother and I living so well if we are not sweet? Don’t say anything. Come to my house three hours early tomorrow to get the key. Come and have a meal by the way, and it’s settled.”

There is no way to ignore Dahai’s words, but I really understand Dahai’s meaning.

With the help of the sea, my woman Pang Xiaohua and I didn’t even talk about love. Half a month later, I got married, and I told my parents about this. My parents said that I kept so much money I gave every month and asked me to take it to others. I just said that I would ask my parents to rebuild the home with the money, and expand it a little more festive.

I got married with Pang Xiaohua and I didn’t hold a wedding, but just went to the photo studio to take a wedding photo.

At that time, our family was still a thatched house in the village. My parents just nodded and agreed to the reconstruction, but they didn’t find anyone to do it for a long time.

Dahai is a wooden house in the town. Dahai blew up Xiaohua’s room at home and became a wedding house.

I just lived there, and Dahai went from my master to my real other father.

It’s the sea that I can’t get married, after all, Xiaohua doesn’t seem to be very willing. My parents did not come to the town under the pretext of getting older, so I brought some clothes from home over.

Having a meal at Dahai’s house was considered a wedding banquet. Xiaohua and I slept in the same bed but didn’t talk much.

But at that time I remember that the next morning when I lived in Dahai’s house, our family went to the mountain to see Old Man Pang.

When Old Man Pang was seventh, I was just watching from the side, and this time I was finally able to kneel down.