Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Ma Tengfei was playing games, haha, where did your ex-boyfriend come from?

What if I have never been in love and never experienced first love with a girl?

You're so clumsy, you don't know anything, and you need me to teach you everything...

Even if you have an ex-boyfriend, it’s nothing, just give you a belly rub, you are still factory reset.

Thinking of this, Ma Tengfei got up and cooked brown sugar water for his wife while playing games.

Alas, the plan to create a human being was declared a failure.

My good friend hasn’t gotten married yet, but his girlfriend won.

It seems that walking fast does not necessarily mean winning.

Ma Tengfei went to the kitchen to help him, and Wang Yan felt that she had married the right person and was very relieved.

Who is misleading people by saying that if a girl with dysmenorrhea has a boyfriend, the symptoms will disappear?
I am already a young woman, but the symptoms have not improved much.

Does the cure require giving birth to a baby?
While waiting for her husband to cook brown sugar water, Wang Yan checked her phone and suddenly saw a message from Liu Piaopiao.

After reading the content, she was in awe and her stomach didn't hurt as much anymore.

"A former colleague of my father." This is what Liu Piaopiao wrote in her circle of friends, and there is a link below.

The link is a video with a black and white photo of a young policeman.

His name and photo were not made public until twenty-three years after his sacrifice.

This means that he has no direct blood relatives within three generations.

Wang Yan was silent and said, "It's a pity to get to know you in this way."

There are many sufferings in the world.

Thinking about myself, to be fair, my husband is pretty good.

At least he can crush 80% of the men in this world.

The most important thing is that it will be better for her after she gets it.

The Night Watchman he wrote is about visiting brothels, flirting with his aunt, and starting a harem...

But that’s because the outline and detailed outline given by my old classmates were written like this.

It's the old classmate who has the problem, not the husband.

In reality, my husband is a very honest person.

As expected, the handwriting reflects the person. The old classmate who wrote such an outline and detailed outline, Teacher Liu, also had an affair with Xu Meili and even got Xu Meili pregnant.

Oh, that's hard to understand.

Why are Teacher Liu and Xu Meili both fascinated by their old classmate?

The old classmates that Wang Yan saw were charming, but not to the level that Teacher Liu was attracted to.

It's unbelievable that Teacher Liu and Xu Meili were so close to each other but they didn't fight.

This morning outside Sanwei Bookstore, Wang Yan saw Teacher Liu and Xu Meili inside.

The two of them lived together peacefully, talking and laughing, as if there was no gap between them.

There really is love in this world. My mother told me that she has a childhood friend.

My childhood friend’s mother passed away more than 30 years ago. She had been working away from home for many years and her health was finally damaged. She could not afford the treatment and could not survive. After leaving a suicide note, she drank pesticide in the cowshed.

At that time, my childhood friend’s mother was only 34 years old, and my childhood friend was less than 14 years old and was preparing for the high school entrance examination.

My younger brother is 12 years old and still in primary school.

Dad is 37 years old and has been in prison for nearly 2 years.

My grandparents were afraid that my childhood friend’s father wouldn’t be able to handle it, so they didn’t tell him the news of his mother’s death.

My childhood friend’s father often wrote letters to his mother while in prison. In one of the letters, which he had read countless times, his father used his clumsy hands to draw a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Two years after my mother passed away, my father walked out of the cage.

After coming back and hearing the bad news, my father burst into tears and collapsed.

After that, he was depressed for a long time.

A year later, my childhood friend was admitted to university, and my father suddenly became excited and decided to go out to work. He followed his relatives to pull electrical wires, earning 2800 yuan a month.

Four years later, my childhood friend graduated from university.

My younger brother was admitted to university again, but my father still insisted on working.

Four years later, my younger brother graduated from college.

Dad suddenly said that he didn’t want to work anymore.

On a certain day of a certain year, 12 years after my mother passed away, my father drank a bottle of pesticide in the cowshed and died with my mother.

He also left a suicide note, which was filled with guilt and longing for his mother.

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

Wang Yan had seen these two sentences written by an old classmate in the circle of friends. If she didn’t know her old classmate, she would have thought this was a rare good man.

Meilanfang.

For a family feast, Cao Mengru booked a large private room.

Those seated included three members of the Wang family: Xu Yixin and her husband, and Wang Zihao.

There are Chen Tianxian's family of five: Chen Tianxian, Li Na, Cao Mengru, Zhong Guangfeng, and Dongdong.

There is Liu Yueyue's family of three: Liu Yueyue, her son Dabao, and Erbao who is already pregnant.

In addition, Liu Qianqian, Xu Meili and Liu Xiangxiang were also present.

Dongdong likes to play with kids who are older than him. Dabao is a year older than him, but the age difference is not obvious, so he didn't really want to play with Dabao.

But everyone present was an adult, so he had no choice but to snatch the toy from Dabao.

My mental strength is still not strong enough, Wang Zihao was a little restless.

While eating, Liu Qianqian and Xu Meili were talking about work, while Liu Xiangxiang and Zhong Guangfeng had to look after Dongdong and Dabao. They didn't have to feed them, but they had to supervise them while eating, otherwise they would want to go downstairs to play after just a few bites.

If they are starved, will they find food for themselves?
You can't just listen to what experts say. Chen Tianxian tried it, but within a few days, Dongdong became as thin as a monkey.

Chen Tianxian from other families doesn’t know, but Dongdong has to be forced to eat and coaxed to eat.

Chen Tianxian and Xu Yixin were chatting in harmony.

Li Na's eyes moved around, looking at Liu Qianqian from time to time, then at Chen Tianxian, and finally at Xu Yixin.

She had almost digested it and was happy for Sister Tianxian.

The dead tree has spring again, and Sister Tianxian has lived a second life, which is cause for celebration.

A lady from a noble family like Liu Qianqian should be more knowledgeable and well-mannered than ordinary girls. I believe she will not make it too difficult for Sister Tianxian in the future.

Lao Wang drank a little, but he didn't become a chatterbox.

I dare not.

With his two future daughters-in-law around, he can only survive on this little bit of wine, otherwise he would want to run away after just a few bites of food.

In the past, he had the nerve to brag about his past achievements online - spending several nights with the school beauty.

Now, he felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't him who took advantage, it was the school beauty who took advantage.

It's not a factory setting, I'm still an innocent boy.

When we contact each other again someday, I must ask for a red envelope from him. It won’t be too little, at least enough to wash his feet a few times.

"My grandma said to come to Fengzhiyu tomorrow. I haven't seen you for a long time." Liu Qianqian suddenly said to Wang Zihao.

She has a pair of bright eyes, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly, as if she can see into people's hearts.

Her long, smooth hair fell gently, giving off a faint fragrance. She was wearing an elegant long dress, with the white hem covering her long legs, like a fairy descending to earth.

Wang Zihao was stunned and said, "I have time. I can go see her tomorrow."

"She said she couldn't wait any longer and wanted to come over by herself." Liu Qianqian said with a smile, "Come over if you want. She's the one with the least time anyway."

"That's not good." Xu Yixin said, "After all, he is the elder, let Xiaohao go."

Before Liu Qianqian could speak, the charming Xu Meili said, "Mom, no need. Xiaohao is busy. Grandma Qianqian has retired a long time ago. She has a lot of time and is still very strong. Let her come over."

Li Na’s eyes almost popped out. What? Did I hear it right?

Xu Meili calls Xu Yixin mom?

Damn it?

Li Na looked at Chen Tianxian, but Chen Tianxian didn't say anything because she didn't see Li Na's gaze.

"Mom, Zihao has visited my grandma many times. It's okay for her to come over. She also needs to walk around. It's okay." Liu Qianqian said to Xu Yixin.

“That’s true.” Wang Zihao felt that big families had many rules, such as one, three, five, two, four, and six. Really, poor families didn’t have so many rules and never distinguished between one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven.

Fortunately, Wang Zihao and Liu Qianqian had no disagreement on how to place the slippers or toothbrush holder.

He had a girlfriend who had a lot of problems.

You can’t drink beverages, you can’t eat barbecue, and you can’t use saliva as a lubricant...

"Qianqian and Meili can say this, if you don't know how to talk, just eat your meal." Xu Yixin certainly couldn't take her son's side, at least not in front of Liu Qianqian and Xu Meili.

Moon Province.

Xia Zonghan was browsing the news online and felt more and more happy.

Sunrise in the East was his savior and gave him a resurrection scroll.

There is no hot topic to suppress the fact that his wife backstabbed him. The longer it ferments, the worse the impact will be.

Maybe when more negative information about him is dug up, it will not just be a simple matter of him quitting the circle indefinitely, but he will be like a sewing machine flying.

After all, he is not just immoral. Once a victim comes forward and produces irrefutable evidence that he thinks he does not have, he'd better get hemorrhoids.

At this time, Sanwei Bookstore had become popular on the Internet, and even its name was praised to the sky by various media such as self-media and netizens.

"How did the leader come up with this name? He is so talented!"

"There are two areas in the bookstore: a reading area and a beverage area. There are no other areas, right? Why is it called 'Sanwei'?"

"There is no culture upstairs, but the clothes are warm, the vegetables are fragrant, and the reading is delicious. The ancients had three metaphors for reading: reading the classics is as delicious as rice and millet, reading history is as delicious as delicacies, and reading the various schools of thought is as delicious as pickled meat. This is to compare books such as poetry, books, and history to delicious food, and to compare them to good spiritual food."

"The above person gave the right answer. Actually, the beverage area is called 'Baicao Garden', which shows that the three flavors are not divided by area."

"Speaking of Baicao Garden, I admire the leader even more. I don't know what's going on in his head. It's so beautiful."

"After seeing the photos posted by netizens who visited Sanwei Bookstore today, I decided to make Sanwei Bookstore a must-visit place before going to Junsha."

"Fuck, the Eastern Patriarch has updated his status."

Some netizens discovered that Sunrise East’s Weibo was updated.

The content is an essay called "Baicao Garden", which seems to explain the origin of Baicao Garden in Sanwei Book House.

“Behind my grandfather’s house there is a large garden, which is said to be called Baicao Garden. It was my childhood paradise.

Needless to say, the green vegetable borders, the smooth stone well rails, the tall acacia trees, and the purple mulberries; needless to say, the cicadas chirping in the leaves, the fat wasps lying on the cauliflower, and the nimble crows suddenly flying from the grass straight into the sky.

The area around the short mud walls alone is full of interest.

Oil flies sang here, crickets played the piano here. When you turned over the broken bricks, you would sometimes find centipedes, and there were also blister beetles. If you pressed your fingers on their spines, they would make a snapping sound and a puff of smoke would come out of their back holes.

……

Some people say that the root of Polygonum multiflorum is shaped like a human being and that eating it can make one become an immortal. So I often pulled it up, and I pulled it up again and again, and even broke the mud wall because of it, but I have never seen a root that looks like a human being.

If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which are like small balls made of small coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than mulberries.

We are not allowed to go into the long grass because according to legend there is a huge red snake in the garden.

My grandmother once told me a story: A long time ago, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple and studied hard. One evening, when he was enjoying the cool air in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

He agreed and looked around, only to see a beautiful woman's face on the wall. She smiled at him and then disappeared.

The scholar was very happy, but the old monk who came to talk with him at night saw through his plan and said that there was something evil on his face and he must have met a beautiful snake.

This is a monster with a human head and a snake body. It can call people's names, and if they agree, it will come to eat the person's flesh at night.

The scholar was naturally scared to death, but the old monk said it was okay and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it next to his pillow, he could sleep well.

Although the scholar did as he was told, he still couldn't fall asleep.

At midnight, it came as expected, rustling! There was a sound like wind and rain outside the door.

Just as he was shaking, he heard a loud bang and a golden light flew out from the pillow. Then there was no sound outside. The golden light flew back and gathered in the box.

and after?
Later, the old monk said that it was a flying centipede that could suck the brain marrow of snakes, and the beautiful snake was killed by it.

The lesson at the end is: So if a strange voice calls your name, you must never answer him.

This story made me realize how dangerous life is. When I went to enjoy the cool air on summer nights, I was often a little worried and dared not look at the wall. I also wanted very much to have a box of flying centipedes like the old monk's.

But until now, I still haven't got it, and I haven't encountered the red-bellied snake and the beauty snake.

It is common to hear strange voices calling my name, but none of them are beautiful snake girls.

Baicao Garden is rather dull in winter, but it is a completely different story when it snows.

Taking pictures of snowmen and sculpting snow arhats require people's appreciation. This is a deserted garden with few people, so it is not suitable. We can only come here to catch birds.

A thin layer of snow is not enough. The snow must cover the ground for a day or two, so that the birds have nowhere to find food for a long time.

Sweep away a piece of snow to expose the ground, use a short stick to prop up a large bamboo sieve, sprinkle some chaff underneath, tie a long rope to the stick, and hold it from a distance. Watch the birds come down to peck at the food, and when they walk under the bamboo sieve, pull the rope to cover them.

......"

Yang Lizi's house.

Holding the mobile phone, Gigi Yang smiled, a smile that had not been seen for a long time.

What a great autobiographical essay that narrates the fun of childhood. It uses simple and vivid words to depict a children's playground full of wonders. It intersperses the legend of the "beautiful snake" and the story of catching birds in the snow in winter. It combines movement and stillness, and is well-detailed and interesting.

Isn’t this exactly my childhood?

Finding your own shadow in other people’s stories and looking for answers to life is probably one of the purposes of reading.

"This is a true writer." Guo Qing sighed. The writing style can be soft or hard, beautiful and gorgeous, or simple and natural.

Lao Cen, who had already left Junsha, sat in a spacious and bright room, reading "Baicao Garden". Childhood scenes emerged before his eyes and his eyes were filled with tears.

During the past two days of getting along, he mentioned the era in which he lived when we were chatting.

The sunrise in the east seems to be a man holding a sword, with the sword pointed at the vital point! (End of this chapter)