Those days when I was bullied by firefighter Lao Gong

When I went to bed at night, I experienced what it was like to coax a 28-year-old "kid" to sleep.

Because Dick's hand was injured, I didn't hold him when I was sleeping, and I kept a distance from him on purpose, in case I didn't sleep well at night and hurt him when I touched him.

As a result, Dick was unhappy, saying that he couldn't sleep without holding me.

What kind of logic is this?

"Dick, why are you hugging me when your hand hurts? What if I bump into you while you're asleep?" I said.

"Daughter-in-law, you dislike my hand injury." Dick said aggrievedly.

Eh?

"Where did I dislike you? Didn't I sleep next to you?"

"But you didn't hold me to sleep. You used to sleep in my arms every night."

"Your hand is hurt." I couldn't laugh or cry.

"Daughter-in-law, you despise me."

"I do not have."

"Then you hug me to sleep!"

"No."

"Daughter-in-law, you just despise me."

"I do not have!"

"Then you lie in my arms and sleep."

"No."

"Daughter-in-law, you really despise me."

"I don't!"

"Then you lie in my arms and hold me to sleep."

"Dick Hunter, you won. If you touch your hand in the middle of the night, remember to wake me up." I rubbed his fluffy face and said helplessly.

"Daughter-in-law don't worry, she won't touch it." Dick had a triumphant look on his face.

I lay carefully on Dick's left side, holding him.Dick kissed my hair and said goodnight.

"Good night." Listening to Dick's strong heartbeat, I whispered.

Thinking of hearing the news about Dick in the afternoon, going to the hospital in a Marysu-style plot, and the result after learning that Dick was fine, it turned out that he cared about a person like this.It turned out that I cared so much about Dick.

Could it be that this is the so-called "marry a chicken and follow a chicken, marry a dog and follow a dog?"

The next day, Dick sat on the couch watching his football game while I sat next to him and fed him.

"Dick, what's so good about football? It's long and boring," I said.

"Daughter-in-law, how can you be bored? Isn't it a wonderful process to watch the players cooperate meticulously and kick the ball into the opponent's goal?"

Saying so, a team just happens to score.

"Strike!" Dick shouted excitedly, and then pulled his injured hand, screaming in pain. "It hurts, it hurts—"

"Dick, what's the matter with you?" I asked anxiously.

"I, I accidentally pulled my hand too hard." Dick said with a frown.

"Why are you so excited?" I hurriedly checked his injured hand.

"Isn't that a goal?"

"It's not you who entered, why are you so excited. I really don't understand you people who like to watch football."

Seeing that Dick's hand was fine, I was relieved.

"Daughter-in-law, it's okay. You'll know when I take you to watch the World Cup next year." Dick said with anticipation and excitement.

"Look, look at you big-headed ghost! Open your mouth." I picked up a piece of meat and put it to Dick's mouth.

"Daughter-in-law, really, the World Cup is so beautiful." Dick said hesitantly while eating.

"Don't talk while eating, lest you swallow it."

Dick swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Daughter-in-law, I'm serious, the World Cup is super beautiful. I always want to go to the scene to experience it, but every time I can't get a ticket."

"Dick, do you really want to watch the World Cup live?"

"Think about it, my previous annual vacation was useless, just to invite me to watch the World Cup if I have the opportunity." Dick said while watching TV.

"so."

I was wondering what to give Dick for Christmas, and now I have it.

"Dick, it's soup." I went to the kitchen and brought over the stewed pork forefoot.

"Daughter-in-law, can I not drink?" Dick showed an aggrieved expression.

"Honey, no, you have to finish this bowl."

"daughter in law--"

"Dick Hunter, don't negotiate terms with me, they don't exist."

"Anyway, I don't drink." Dick raised his head high.

"My dear Dick, drink it up, or it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Daughter-in-law, I don't think drinking this will do my right hand any good."

"It's good, you can make up for it if you eat it." I said in a good voice.

"Daughter-in-law, you have no scientific basis."

"Dick Hunter, will you drink?"

"Daughter-in-law, I, I don't drink!"

Dick, you forced me to do this!

I put down the bowl, carefully straddled him, and said softly and coquettishly:

"Husband, why don't you just drink a little! People say it after a long time."

Hands wandered dishonestly across his chest and face.

"Daughter-in-law, what are you doing?" Dick looked down at me.

"Hey husband, have some soup." I rubbed his fluffy face and said.

"Daughter-in-law, you, get off me quickly."

"I won't go down if you don't drink the soup." I deliberately twisted my lower body.

Dick gasped, and gasped:

"I drink, can't I drink?"

"Good boy!" I kissed him on the lips.

As soon as Dick had finished his bowl of soup, I moved away from him lest I should shoot myself off later, because someone's sentinel was already upright.

However, Dick's left hand did not know where the strength came from. He hugged me, bowed his head and blew in my ear and said:

"Daughter-in-law, I think—"

"Don't even think about it, don't even think about it."

Dick's hands began to dishonest.

"Darling, you, calm down, your hand is injured and you still think about it, why?"

"Daughter-in-law, maybe you will work harder later." As he said, Dick lowered his head and kissed my lips.

……

So, I once again experienced what it means to die if you don't die.

On Christmas Eve, Dick couldn't drive because of his hand injury, so old man Hunter and my old man came over to spend with us.

No, Dick is watching TV and chatting with two old men in the living room, while I am preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Every now and then, Dick would come into the kitchen, rest his chin on my shoulder, and rub his furry face against me.

"Smells good! Daughter-in-law, do you know how to cook Western food?" Dick asked.

"Barely know a little bit. Also, why are you here again? Hurry up and accompany Grandpa and the others."

"Daughter-in-law, am I afraid that you will be lonely in the kitchen?"

"What's so lonely about me? I'm too busy."

"So I'm here to help?"

"What can you do for me?" I couldn't laugh or cry.

"Help your daughter-in-law to improve your morale. Only when you are in a good mood when cooking like this can you make delicious food." Dick said solemnly.

"Heretician," I said, smiling, pinching his face. "Okay, go back to the living room to accompany Grandpa and the others." After that, I pushed Dick out of the kitchen.

During the meal, Mr. Hunter was full of praise for my cooking skills, but my grandfather was picky. He either thought the turkey slices I cut were too thick or the corn porridge was too salty.

"Grandpa, your grandson, I don't own a restaurant." I said angrily.

"Stinky boy, what's your attitude?" The old man immediately wanted to explode again.

"A little bit." I stuck out my tongue at the old man, and then filled a new bowl for Dick who had finished his porridge. "Come on honey, my grandpa said it's not delicious, so eat more."

"okay."

"Grandpa Hunter, eat more too." I added meat to Grandpa Hunter's plate.

"Okay, okay, you can eat it yourself."

"Okay. As for grandpa, you should eat less, lest you feel uncomfortable later." I smiled and said to the old man Hunter with a grumpy face.

"Brat, I'm your grandfather." The old man said with a beard and a glare. "Get me a bowl of polenta soon."

"Damn old man, didn't you say it was too salty?" Having said that, I still made a bowl of porridge for the old man.

"You're the one who talks too much!" said the old man. "Boy Dick, why do I feel that you have lost weight? Did this brat bully and abuse you?"

"grandfather???"

"Grandpa Xiang, it's nothing, my wife is very good to me." As he said that, Dick smiled at me.

"Hmph, he'd better be." The old man snorted.

"Grandpa???" I stared at the old man.

"What are you staring at? It's not big or small."

"Grandpa, you must have picked me up, really!"

"Don't worry, if you were abandoned, I wouldn't even look at you when I passed by."

"Damn old man! You are so ruthless!"

"Stinky boy, are you looking for a beating?"

Mr. Hunter and Mr. Dick seem to have gotten used to the way I get along with Mr. Hunter, watching us bicker happily.

After dinner, I asked Dick to accompany Grandpa and the others to the living room to chat for a while, and after tidying up the kitchen, I also went there and sat down next to Dick.

"Grandpa Hunter, grandpa, this is a gift prepared by Dick and I with you."

Under the gesture of Dick's eyes, I took out the gift wrapped in a beautiful envelope and handed it to Mr. Hunter.

Mr. Hunter took the gift with a smile and opened it.

"This is--"

"Grandpa Hunter, here are two air tickets to Hawaii." I said, "Dick told me, Grandpa Hunter, you have always wanted to go to Hawaii but failed, so the two of us prepared it for you. Down."

"Okay, okay, you have your heart." Mr. Hunter's hands trembled a little.

"It just so happens that my grandpa is also here, you and he can be company." I continued. "However, my grandfather is a very tasteless person. I hope that you will abandon him when the time comes, Grandpa Hunter, and you will abandon him decisively. You are welcome."

"Brat, who do you think has no fun?" the old man shouted.

"What about you, Grandpa." I looked at Grandpa, blinked, and said with a smile. "I still remember the trip to Mount Tai vividly."

I was thinking of taking the old man to climb Mount Tai, but who knew that he stayed in the hotel for two days without going out, saying that what's the point of climbing a mountain, like a monkey.

My look at the time was a Nick Young question mark face.

"Well, that's because I'm not feeling well and I don't want to climb the mountain."

"Really? Who is the one who danced so happily with Grandma Wang next door after returning home at night?"

"Brat, you have to take care of the adults' affairs." The old man said while staring at me.

In the early morning, after hearing Dick's snoring and making sure he was asleep, I sneaked up from his arms and quietly put the extra gift I had prepared in advance—the tickets for next year's World Cup—in the Christmas boots next to the bed.I still remember that childish ghost saying that putting a Christmas hat or Christmas boots by the bed is a traditional habit, regardless of age.

Think about it, good traditional habits must be passed on, even if they are naive and disgusting.

Back then, in order to get the tickets for the World Cup, I wished I could rush to Xiaopang and strangle her to death—I had been doing her best for her for two whole days, helping her tidy up her kennel .

It's the first time I've seen such a messy house, it's like a dump.And the owner of the house said seriously, this is the natural beauty of mess.

But when I think of Dick's expression when he wakes up in the morning and sees the tickets, I still think it's worth it.