Wife Please Be Obedient

"My youth didn't start until I was 25.

When I was in school, there were only endless papers and endless pictures, as well as a thick book of exercises. The abortions, leg splits, car accidents, and dropouts in the youth series made me suspect that I had passed a fake adolescence.

Later, I thanked myself, thanked him for working so hard, so hard, so that when I was 25 years old, I have the confidence to hold on... well, I was held by her, and then told her: I will marry you.

In April, when the sun was just right, the catkins were flying on the streets. When she turned around, she was not far behind. That was the beginning of love-well, wrong again, to be precise, it was the beginning of love that I thought.

In fact, love already exists two years later.

Very strange, but it is true. Our love has already existed "early" two years after we first met.

But that doesn't matter. Before meeting her, I think I can only be half alive.

What is half alive? ——I can't find the meaning of existence. I just eat, sleep, paint, and make money in an orderly manner.

However, I didn't think there was anything wrong at that time.

Isn't life like this? As long as you live—no, it’s not. I later discovered that the world is colorful and even more colorful than a drawing board.

She is like one of the three primary colors, with colorful light, which can bring out various colors of life.

That is real light.

I have to say thank you to me in the past, and me in the future, as you remember... Forget it, the baby is crying again, I have to change his diaper—"

Creak!

With a soft sound of the study door, Qin Guanglin closed his notebook vigilantly and looked back.

"Dad, what are you doing secretly?" Qin Anya walked over mysteriously as if she had discovered a little secret.

"Go, go, have you finished memorizing English? If you fail to pass the test, be careful that your mother is crazy!"

Qin Guanglin was annoyed. The child was not as honest as he was when he was a child. When he was going to be raised, he would still be idle all day and peek at what she was doing in the study.

"Oh, I'm here to ask you to have a meal, and then you can recite it after eating."

"You go first."

Seeing her daughter walk out three times, Qin Guanglin took out the small lock from the drawer, locked the notebook carefully, and put it on the top of the bookshelf.

After having a son, he didn’t know how he became interested in amateurs, maybe it was influenced by it. He liked to scratch on the pen more and more. At first, he just wrote a diary to record the growth of his daughter and son. Later, he was not too addicted and began to give the future. They wrote letters by themselves-this of course can't be seen by them, no matter what, they are locked like a thief, only for themselves.

Fortunately, I don't like fishing. I heard people say that suddenly like fishing is a sign of loss of sexual desire...Although I don't understand it very well, avoid it if you can.

Xiao Yu didn't want a second child, which is quite scary on thinking about it.

"Mo Ji has been so long, are you hiding inside to give birth?" Why not supervise the brothers and sisters to wash their hands-Qin Anyi is the only person to be supervised, and Qin Guanglin wandered out of the study after sitting down after turning around.

"Well, give them another sister to fight with poison."

Old God Qin Guanglin was sitting on the ground, poaching his ears with his little finger, and staring at him without holding his chopsticks, he had no choice but to get up and wash his hands.

You have to set an example for your children.

"Tomorrow to grandma's house... Anya, remember, just hug her arm and act coquettishly and let her move in. An Yi, if grandma doesn't come, you will cry. Remember, it's up to your sister and brother."

Why not take the chopsticks and tell them, vowing to bring the old lady over.

"understood."

"Hmm."

Eight-year-old Qin Anyi nodded holding the bowl.

"You said that the old street was not so troublesome when it was demolished?" Qin Guanglin came back and sat down after washing his hands.

"Isn't the point that it was not demolished? I saw that she was loosened last time. It is estimated that tomorrow I can pack up and move in directly. You will tidy up the room in a while."

"Oh, it's up to you."

After a family of four ate slowly, Qin Anya carried the book to the balcony and whispered words to prepare for high school. Qin Anya was supervised by what happened, and reluctantly took out his elementary school textbook and lay on the table to write homework.

There is no chance to copy homework. It is really difficult for my mother to be her own teacher.

Like a leader, Qin Guanglin walked around with his hands behind his back, nodded in satisfaction, and gave him a blank look, "Come and teach him."

"Don't, I just ate and can't be angry."

"..."

Professional matters are handed over to professional people. Qin Guanglin, who once taught his son to do homework, almost collapsed. He was not as smart as his sister at all. If he didn't look almost exactly the same as when he was a child, he even suspected that he had taken the wrong place in the hospital.

...

...

Beifei Road was still the same as before, except that the old men and old ladies on the street had changed a group, the ones who should go had already gone, the newcomers were on top again, only a few familiar faces remained.

Uncle Pan left the year before. After he left, the old Pan convenience store changed a person at the door. Like his father, Pan, who is in his fifties, was sitting there with Mazar and guarding the family business. When Qin Guanglin was a child, the young Uncle Pan was sitting there.

Qin Guanglin's broken Audi was well maintained. It was still driving. He didn't plan to change the car. He stopped slowly to Beifei Road and the family got out of the car.

"Aunt Wang, buy so many dishes, do you have guests at home?"

"Yeah, come here..." Aunt Wang glanced at the door of Qin's house, and then gestured towards the distant Nunu, "You still refuse to go?"

The two are neighbors and the relationship is very close. It is clear that Qin Ma lives in the old house and does not want to move.

"Take her over today."

"Come on, check back often when you are fine."

Aunt Wang greeted her and went back to her home with a vegetable basket. In fact, in her opinion, Qin's mother is now healthy and healthy. It is good to dance square dances with them every day. If you want to move in, there are not many acquaintances, so it is better to stay. here.

She doesn't mix the neighbors' housework a lot, but she talks a bit more when gossip about the neighbors.

"I just saw Xiaoqin and his family, there are children and daughters, it looks so good..."

Back at home, Aunt Wang went into the kitchen and talked to her son.

Xiaopang Dun'er has been graduating for four years, and with a short beard, she has gained weight again, sitting listlessly on the sofa and watching TV.

"Xiao Qin?" The relatives who were guests were curious.

"Oh, neighbor, that family is pretty good, let alone that kid I watched him grow up, when I was a child sometimes had a bad exam, the crying guy who was beaten by his mother... Tsk." Aunt Wang shook his head. , Really, that little kid is now over forty years old, with both children, time flies so fast.

"Did you learn from my brother Qin and his family before hitting me?" Fat Dun'er asked, sitting on the sofa.

"That is, otherwise you can go to college? You can't even go to high school."

Aunt Wang is still very proud of this. Now my son is painting at home, which is similar to Qin Guanglin before. He is a painter and works in art.

Have a face.

"What does Xiaopang do now?" relatives asked.

"No work." Fat Dun'er slumped back on the sofa.

"It's been many years since I graduated, right?! Why haven't you worked?"

Relatives exaggerated exaggeratedly, and said to the aunt Wang: "Can't find it? University or something, or I can introduce one to him, it is some income."

"Learn to paint." Aunt Wang said nonchalantly, painting at home is also work.

"Huh? How about the technology?"

"very……"

"Cough!" Fat Dun'er coughed **** the sofa.

"Very...very general." Aunt Wang stopped her boasting tone and said with a curled lips: "I skip class every day and play basketball with people, but I didn't have much class."

Since the last show-off attracted the second uncle to draw Fat Dun'er and draw a portrait for half a month, the mother and son have had three chapters and cannot brag with others.

"I don't have classes? What are you doing in college?!" The relatives hated iron and steel.

"Yeah... she." Aunt Wang pointed at Xiaoyuan, who was still stretching after walking out of the studio, with her chin.

"..."

"..."

Winking at Xiaoyuan dumbfounded, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, wash your hands and face, and wait for dinner."