Are You Addicted?

“Dad, my mom is getting married.”

“I wish your mother a happy wedding!”

Bai Luoyin woke up with an excitement, sweat was behind the ears and around the neck. The summer weather had not yet passed, and he was awoken every morning. He gave a casual sloppy hand, and the palms of his hands tickled with sweat, which made people angry early in the morning.

Dragging the two pull-tabs, Bai Luoyin went lazily under the faucet, her head drooped, and the cold running water flowed down the neck, and she finally felt better.

Bai Hanqi, the father of Bai Luoyin, is sweeping the yard at the moment. The big one-eight-five-meter, nestling in the house every day to handle housework, even if he can take care of the house in an orderly manner, it is not good enough.

So Beloin kept looking at him.

The water in the brushing tank was swallowed by white **** and spit it out. He turned on the faucet and tried to flush the white foam down, only to find that there was more and more water in the pool, which seemed to be blocked again.

A minute later, Beloin raised a rag in the pool with a wooden stick, and the water quickly flowed down the eyes of the pool.

“Dad, you dumped my pants into the pool again.”

Bai Hanqi just swept halfway. Hearing this, he paused suddenly, dropped the broom and walked towards the clothes pole. One, two, three … counted several round trips, all missing a pair of underwear. Needless to say, one must be left when washing clothes, and poured into the sewer together with detergent water.

“Hey, don’t throw it! You can still wash it.”

Beloin sweated with anger on the tip of his nose. “Come on, you can keep it for yourself.”

Walked out of the house, bypassed an alley, and happened to meet Yang Meng who had just left.

Yang Meng’s name is very different from that of the National People’s Congress. His father was a famous little white face in the village when he was young. should. So Yang Meng’s father wronged himself to marry a strong wife in order to improve the genes of the next generation. When Yang Meng was born, his father pinned all his high hopes on this single seedling, so he was given a “Meng” word.

It is a pity that this child has been with his father since he was a child. Children of the same age are living outside mud and tree. He hid at home to cut paper and do needlework. For this reason, Yang Meng was not beaten. His father wiped his tears for a while every time his father beat him, and then continued his training path without hesitation.

“What about your hair?”

Yang Meng touched the top of his head, and a bit of sorrow appeared on Junmei’s face. “Come on, don’t mention it, it will be gone in the morning after waking up.”

“Your dad secretly shaved you last night?”

“Crap, who else can he have!”

Beloin chuckled. “We are really connected.”

What did Yang Meng suddenly think of? He slapped him on the neck of Bai Luoyin. “You called me yesterday, and when I was half-way, I hung up. What did you want to say to me?”

Beloin was silent for a long while, and then replied, “My mother is getting married.”

Yang Meng stood upright. “Do you still have a mother?”

Bai Luoyin took a deep breath, “Do you think my dad is an earthworm? The 5th energy-saving and the 6th mating, you have completed fertilization?”

Yang Meng trembled with a smile on his shoulder. “Don’t tease me, I mean it. I haven’t seen your mother until I know you.”

“Waffle! My mother went home and lived there for a week last year, did you forget? My mother often goes to your house to reverse the car.”

“Oh, I remember, is that your mother? Why is it younger than my niece?”

“Are you looking for a pump?”

“No, my son-in-law was born a few days ago, and my head went up.”

“Newborns look like that.”

Yang Meng was speechless now, seeing that Bai Luoyin walked side by side, his heart suddenly swept into a layer of haze. His best buddy, since he was a child and his dad lived a poor life, now that his mother is going to remarry again, I can imagine the mood.

“Let’s go, I’m looking for a group of people to go to their wedding scene, what do you think?”

“Just you?” Bai Luoyin put on a look of contempt. “Who can you find? A group of little white faces in opera? Fighting with a group of officers and men?”

“Military officers and soldiers?” Yang Meng looked surprised, “Who is your mother marrying?”

“A major general.”

Yang Meng’s tongue knotted, “This … such a high army dumpling …”

“go on.”

“Say what?”

“Say the person you are looking for.”

Yang Mengjunlang’s face was illuminated by the sun overhead, almost white.

“If I look for it again, I will be looking for death.”

Bai Luoyin suddenly stood still, staring at Yang Meng, with a hidden flame in his eyes, slowly suppressing it, he was about to burst out.

“It doesn’t matter, you tell me what you thought at the beginning.”

Yang Meng took his breath, showing a little lack of confidence. “My aunt is the captain of the mourning team. I started to let me find a group of people and go to the wedding scene to cry, now …”

“Very good!” Bai Luoyin suddenly interrupted Yang Meng, “how can I contact you?”

“Don’t harm us, we are ordinary people.”

“You can rest assured.” A sly smile broke into the corner of Beloin’s mouth. “I will leave your uncle out.”