China entertainment good man biography

Chapter 130 'Melon, 猹, steel fork' (2)

'Talk of Heart'

This idiom is often used to describe the tacit understanding between lovers.

But between men and men, regardless of age, regardless of wealth background, regardless of the level of knowledge, and regardless of the distance, it may be more appropriate to use the word "raccoon of the same feather" to describe it.

At the door of the house, it was impossible to knock on the door, because Yang Mi refused to let her go. She put her ears on the door and listened to the movement inside the door with a wonderful expression.

He had to join in the excitement, let alone his own excitement. Li Suan followed her and put his ears on it, then listened to the unexplained voice coming from the door, and looked at the girl's expression.

Yang Mi was not happy, because she didn't understand Li Suan's attitude, so she asked with her mouth.

'What are you laughing at? '

Li Suan didn't answer this question, but said softly: "It's a knife when you stretch your head and shrink your head, so hurry up."

"Why do I think you enjoy it so much?"

Li Suan smiled.

"You do not understand."

"Yes, I just don't understand, so I have to ask."

"Men, it's strange. They look one way in front of women, but they look another way in front of the same sex."

"Just say that my father is inconsistent with his appearance."

"No, his old man has always been like that, but you don't know."

Yang Mi doesn't listen to Li Suan's nonsense, she has been a father and daughter for more than 20 years, who knows her father better than her?

She said, "You really listen to me?"

"Well, you go to the front stop, and I'll be there later."

Yang Mi was unhappy: "Don't you worry, I'm getting beaten?"

Li Suan smiled: "The first time we met, your father left a deep impression on me. When I was a child, I educated you, but when I grew up, it would be impossible for me to do anything with you. Otherwise, he would not have treated me badly." Such a cruel hand."

Yang Mi touched Li Suan's head, and said, "This kid is pretty, but it's a pity that he was beaten stupid."

Li Suan just laughed.

"I'm starting to think you're plotting against my dad."

"It's not a calculation, it's because I've seen too much."

"We are the same age."

"Then I just write too much."

"You've only written two or three plays!"

"No way, I'm a genius at hiding attributes, and I can do it with just one click."

Yang Mi didn't stick her ear to the door anymore, she took a deep breath: "You go to the safe passage and wait for my letter."

Li Suan wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak. He leaned over and kissed the girl's forehead, and when he walked to the side of the aisle, he turned around and mouthed.

'come on! '

After entering the safe passage, Li Suan wanted to smoke, but he was still not willing to do this to himself.He thought of "The Second Sex" written by Beauvoir, which was a classic analysis of the differences between men and women, but it was a pity that she was still a woman when she wrote the book, so some things were not as thorough as the Chinese sages thought.

Women have been described as flowers since ancient times. This flower is not only beautiful, but also delicate, fragile, easy to damage, and difficult to maintain.

Moreover, flowers are used to describe beautiful women and prostitutes.The former is luxurious, while the latter is pure visual enjoyment.

Now that the world is prosperous and prosperous, there are many beautiful flowers, but too many cannot withstand the wind and rain, and too many have passed the wind and rain, so they are not beautiful.

Li Suan also thought of the snow in Yanjing. At that time, he was working at Mr. Zhang’s house. One day, he saw a red flower whose name he didn’t know climbed several tens of centimeters up the wall in the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

It snowed a lot that day, but fortunately there was no wind, and it was very cold outside that day, but fortunately... it really wanted to become a spirit.

Not to mention, Baixue, Honghua, I didn't feel it when I saw it, but occasionally I think of it, but I have a special feeling in my heart.

……

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

With the sound of opening the door, Yang Mi's energetic voice spread.

Guilty?That is impossible.

Only those who make mistakes have a guilty conscience. That is not asking for trouble.

This is her free love after adulthood. Although the process is a bit ugly, it has not violated the laws and regulations of the country, and it has not offended public morals and angered the sky and the people...

It's just that it crossed the line a little bit... A small mistake, it doesn't get in the way.

She went straight to her mother, regardless of her mother's physical condition, she jumped on it, and then she started acting like a baby, "Mom, I miss you" "I haven't seen you for a few days and you are beautiful again" "My dad didn't mess with her." Are you angry? ''Let me tell you, my dad...'

"Where is the person?" The old man of the Yang family said in a bad tone. He just looked around the door, but he didn't see anyone.

Yang Mi is very funny at this time: "Look at my dad, he frightened me as soon as I came back, I'm not happy, and I feel uncomfortable."

Then, I lay on my mother's body and pretended to be 'uncomfortable'.

"Don't pretend, it's useless to pretend. How did I tell you? How did you promise me? What do you mean now? I'm in my 20s, can't I control it?"

Yang Mi said coldly: "If you spent your time interrogating prisoners on me, I would definitely be the best daughter in the world. Now, you are a little bit late."

The old man wants to kill someone, but if he can't kill someone, he can throw things.

Yes, it's not good for the neighbors to hear, but who cares?
He picked up the ashtray and smashed it on the ground, with a 'clang' sound as if there were five hundred knives and axes hidden in the house.

Yang Mi said to her mother: "Look, my dad just scares me."

The mother has to talk, if you don't talk, you will either go to the hospital or the police station tonight.

"What does he do? Where is his family? What's his family background? How much money does he make? You mustn't tell us."

"I used to be a screenwriter, but now I am a writer. I can earn money by writing a novel. People from the north are also from the industry. They are handsome and smart." Yang Mi's mouth is very powerful if it is not aimed at Li Suan, Knowing that saying good things is like a lie, he also picked a shortcoming: "But you also know that such a person is too wise to live long, so he has to be taken care of. Look at my dad, this is going to kill people, and the laws and regulations of the country don't care. , has served in the public office for most of his life, what about him?"

"I can't, I really can't, I will give birth to you! You are really capable now. Me, others!"

"I'm hiding. Dad, can't I make a mistake? I'll admit my mistake and apologize to you, and I will definitely ask him to behave well in the future."

The old man looked at his daughter, the upturned face that should be taken for granted is really infuriating!
This is also his own, and anyone who has the slightest doubt will be beaten to death on the spot.

The old man tried his best to tell himself to be rational. After calming down for five or six minutes, he finally calmed down and said as rationally as possible: "I have to talk to him."

Yang Mi asked: "What are you talking about? Dad, I really can't make money without him. He has caught up with me for a year with a book."

"What do you mean you found a good son-in-law for me? It's only been a few months, do you know how people treat you?"

"I may be a bit high." To his family, Yang Mi has always told the truth.

"However, I really think it's okay, and I don't think about that. Dad, if your daughter is guarding against this and that every day, how will she live? Anyway, getting along with him, I just understand One has to go through things, regardless of whether it is good or bad, that’s what is called life.”

Mr. Yang is not an artist, so he usually has nothing to say when he encounters this kind of talk.

Yang Mi gave the final blow: "Dad, this is my life. You have always let me be the master. Don't stop me this time."

Mr. Yang sat down and thought for a long time, his expression and mentality seemed to have calmed down.

He asked in a lonely tone, "Where is the person?"

Yang Mi glanced at his father a few times, but said nothing.

"Where are the people?"

"As for the safe passage, go up one floor."

The old man copied something and went out, but Yang Mi didn't see clearly what he copied.

"Dad, you lied to me again!"

She yelled and wanted to chase, but was held back by her mother.

"Oh, what are you going to do? If he is really as good as you said, can't he handle this little thing?"

(End of this chapter)