Crazy son.
Crazy son.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
My son came back from school with a swollen nose.
I asked him who did it? He kept saying “80” in his mouth.
I asked him who was 80 and he turned his eyes at me.
I’ve been with him for three hours without saying I can’t sleep.
And finally, he looked at me like a sarcasm and said, “You’re going to end this generation.” @Ambassassah: #Feb14 #Feb14
I was mad and spent two months trying to find out what happened to him.
Two months later, I realized that our generation could really be over.
In 2012, when I graduated from college and my girlfriend became pregnant unexpectedly, we got married early in England.
At the end of the year, my son was born and has since lived a painful and happy life.
Despite the fact that there are some chickens and dogs in this life, I feel more happiness than pain in general.
My son is very good at it, and he hasn’t caused us much trouble until the fourth grade.
If it had not been for him this time, I thought that our lives would have been in order and normal.
But that’s not what I wanted.
I just got yelled at by the leader that day, in a bad mood.
My leadership has allowed me to have old and small members of the family with mortgages who dare not resign and call people unsure.
I listened silently, until the leader was tired, noded his head and told him that the leader was right and would change next time. Then he poured a hot water for the boss.
I’m a good leader. I’m a swinger.
On the way out of the company, I bit my teeth and thought about how to get back at him.
If I want to go, I’ll buy a piece of lamb and go home and burn it. ♪ Because I lead Yang ♪
I feel like this day my son comes in smelling lamb.
The lamb just came out and he came back.
But he didn’t say hello to me and went straight to his bedroom.
I think he’s got a bigger head than before.
All he saw was dirt on him, blue on his left eye, red on his right eye, a stitch, red on his face and swollen with it.
I asked him what happened? He didn’t talk.
I asked him if he was beaten. He doesn’t talk.
I asked him if he fell. He shakes his head.
I’m going to take him to the hospital, where he can’t live, and he runs himself to the medicine box, taking out the purple water and making himself a mess.
All right, if you don’t talk, I’ll call your teacher!
While I’m calling, my son goes into the bedroom.
I found the number of his schoolmaster, called over and explained his son.
The teacher asked three questions.
“Wait.” I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
At this time, strange sounds came from the son’s bedroom: “Eight-Ten!” Eight-ten! I’m sorry.
I knocked on the door of my son, and asked him, “Is it 80, the man who bullied you?” I’m sorry.
He turned his eyes on me and shut up again.
I’ve been with him for three hours without saying I can’t sleep.
And finally, he looked at me like a sarcasm and said, “You, 90 years later, this generation is over. @Ambassassah: #Feb14 #Feb14
The next day, I took half a day off with the leader.
I went to my son’s school, and the teacher was still polite and unsure.
I asked for a look at the school surveillance, and the headmaster agreed.
In about an hour, I looked at the surveillance at the school’s two entrances, near the playground, and at the bike park, and found nothing.
I asked my son where were you two hours after school?
Son still doesn’t speak.
And I drew out the telephone from my heart, and said to him, “If you do not speak again, I will call the police.” I’m sorry.
My son called my cell phone, and said, “If you call the police, I will kill myself.” The big man said it was hard to follow. I’m sorry.
I laughed, and I turned around and asked the teacher: “Mr. Chang, you have a psychiatrist here? Give me an intervention…”
My son cried out, “I’m not sick, it’s you.” Lee, you’re sick. Your generation is over.”
I suddenly feel like I don’t know this son anymore.
He makes me feel strange and aggressive.
I can’t help it. I have to report this to my wife on a business trip.
The wife is the wife, the head of the hidden house, the resourceful.
She suggested I buy a children’s watch, one with a location, but I couldn’t tell my son about the location.
When his son goes to school on his watch, his whereabouts will appear on our phone, where he goes, as we can see.
It is strange, however, that there is no anomaly in the whereabouts of the son, that he attends school on time and leaves school in a regular manner.
As they say, only one beating and 10,000.
It’s been almost a month. He hasn’t been beaten again.
Was it the “80s” who was too cunning? Or is it right?
I can’t imagine.
When I laid down my guard and I felt like everything was going well, he called me.
The headmaster, in his warm and polite manner, asked me, “What’s going on this month when your son fell from the top 10 to the thirtieth place in the class?” I’m sorry.
Are you sick, class teacher?
You’re a teacher, the kid’s got bad grades, you don’t know what’s going on, you come to ask me?
I asked, “Yes, Mr. Zhang, what happened?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t know. I suggest you take care of the children. After Mr. Zhang had spoken, he hung up the phone.
And then my son came and said to me, “Li, I’m going to do my homework tomorrow, you take me.” I’m sorry.
Every weekend, he goes to his classmate Jai’s house, which I know, and he goes to his fellow students, which also makes it easier for me to work overtime.
And I set my face against his face and told him, with a solemn warning: “Don’t call me Lee. I’m your father, or your father, or your father. See?” I’m sorry.
“Li, your generation is over. You’re done, Lee. You’re done. My son left that and went back to his bedroom.
Thinking of what the class director said, I decided to wait until my son was finished and see if my son was really doing homework with a scientist.
He wouldn’t sneak out after I sent him to his classmates?
Anyway, if I catch him, I’ll beat him!
I waited less than half an hour for the rabbit, and my son sneaked out with his classmates.
I thought he was lying to his parents.
A bad feeling surrounds my heart.
To keep track, I got off, walked, quietly followed them.
So, the two pups turned left and right and went into a dead end.
My son looked left and right and then pushed the door into a black net bar.
I ordered a cigarette outside, and I thought, and when they turned on, I called the police and banned the black net.
No, what if the police comrades come a little late and there’s no evidence?
Well, I’ll call the police first, and I’ll go in and shoot the little kids’ video of the game.
I looked at the position of my son’s child’s watch and found out that he was still a fellow scientist.
That’s my boy!
No wonder it’s been a long time.
Looks like it’s almost time. I suffocated the cigarette and slipped into the black net bar.
My son is playing games.
I took out the phone, fixed the evidence.
But through the video on the computer screen on my mobile phone, my brain was buzzing for seconds.
He’s playing DNF. It’s my youth!
I haven’t played this game since he was born. Ten years later, my son is playing this thing?
Red Dog Career, Sky Tighten, +13 epic weapons. I took a quick look at them, and I saw that they cost at least ten grand.
I turned off the phone and slapped him on the shoulder.
He didn’t return his head, and he said, “Who are you? I’m sorry.
“I’m your father!” * When I heard him swear, I went straight to my head and took him up and kicked him in the ass. *
“Okay, old Lee, you got it. You can beat me too. You’ll wait for a few more years. My son’s eyes are full of hate.
What the hell are you doing?
I just saw it on the news.
You’re killing me!
I raised my hand and let it go because I knew that if I hit him with a clear mark, my mother would not spare me, and I would not guarantee that he would not complain to his mother.
“Come home with me! I look at my son.
The son apparently didn’t want to return, but he didn’t dare sit back on the computer, and he just looked me in the eye.
After about ten seconds of confrontation, my son was stung and said, “Return! I’m sorry.
We ran into two comrades at the door.
I put out video evidence to inform the police comrades.
Police comrades told me to take good care of the kids and leave everything to them.
I said thank you to the police comrades, I was going to drag my son back, I heard his son ‘ow’ lying on the floor and pointed his head at the wound, saying, “The police uncle saved me, he and he hit me, and howl…”
Fuck, damn it!
The police comrade checked my identity card and took me home to look at the account book.
I insist that I didn’t do my son’s bruises, that someone beat him, but my son insisted that I did.
The police comrade asked my son if he had been beaten and his son denied it.
The police comrades also lost their minds and finally told me to be honest and understand the Minors Protection Act, and told my son to fight 110.
Apparently, the police comrades believe in my son and not me.
My son’s a nice place to nod and a “thank you uncle” for being so good.
When the comrades left, I asked my son, “Why did you lie? I’m sorry.
My son said, “Can you leave me alone?” I don’t lie if you don’t care about me. I’m sorry.
All of a sudden I feel like I’m dead.
I worked so hard to be a social animal. Why?
I earn more for my wife than I do for my wife.
For my parents, my parents’ pensions are higher than mine.
That’s what I do for my son?
I said to my son, “I don’t care about you, you play games, and you know it. There’s a reason why you can’t do it again, or you can’t do it.”
“Great! You better stop playing. “The son is excited.
“But I can’t play. I’ll let your mother play. When your mother comes back, I’ll beg her to resign and let her take you full time. I’m sorry.
Son of a bitch.
“Lee, I’m telling you the truth. Don’t let my mom quit. “Mostly for my mother’s cause, my mother is the greatest independent woman of our time, so don’t hurt her and slow her down.” I’m sorry.
We choked without saying anything, but looked at his son in contempt, waiting for him to tell the truth.
It turns out that he was beaten for his own crimes and that he was beaten to death, even with a sense of kindness.
“That afternoon, I took a vacation to play a game at the Internet cafe…”
“Wait, how did you take the leave of a primary school student?” I was surprised.
“Don’t lie, I’ll tell you everything. My son went on and said, “I actually took a lot of time off, and I found a sanitation grandfather who gave him $100 every time he played my grandfather, went to school and asked him to tell my teacher that I was sick and went to the hospital. The teacher agreed…”
Shit.
You got me a fake dad?
Just to play games with you at the Internet Cafe?
As if my son could not see my anger at all, he went on to say, “The war I’ve known so far…”
Turns out, when my son went to the Internet cafe to play games, he went to the Freedom PK field.
He and Jia-san teamed up with two swordsmen, 2V2.
They fought each other for one afternoon, barely winning.
At the end of the game, Jia was the first to be killed, and my son fought against both of them.
It’s not that my son is good, it’s the other side who deliberately divulged and played him.
My son’s red dog role goes up in his ass every time he hits my son.
My son looks at video games, knows how to play them, and says, “Eight!” Ten! The rhythm is the same.
Two sword spirits grabbed my son and released his skills in turn; if necessary, they would also use a blunt instrument, the “strike” technique, which would turn my son’s role into a roller-off ball, rotating at 360 degrees in the air, and taking it up — down in the ass — and then playing the punching position.
These two skills, combined with two bad-for-nothings, are low-level, but highly humiliating.
When you kill my son, you leave a sentence: “Hack 40, Hammer 80, done! I’m sorry.
My son is losing his mind! “Fuck you! I’m sorry.
But he didn’t think about it. He’s been with two of his PK guys at the Internet cafe.
Besides, those two were 6th graders, and they were half taller than my son.
They found my son and asked him who he was yelling at.
My son didn’t say anything about the white dogs.
Then the 6th graders called my son out, looking for a quiet place to practice my son.
When my son was beaten, his mouth was not covered in blood, and he punched him, and said to them, “It was wrong of me to scold him, and it was my fault, but you hit me, and we were even.” In a month, you’ll be in the PK field again. I’m sorry.
Two young children in the sixth grade were held back. The first one was JANG Wendong. He said, “I thought you were beaten, and then turned your head to the teacher, or to the police.” I can’t believe you’re so reasonable. I’m impressed. After that, I punched my son.
My son spits in his mouth, and says, “The soft man sues the teacher, calls the police and calls the police. I swear, I’m not good, but I understand the rules. I’m sorry.
The other two admired him, saying, “Brother, if you don’t mind, take a hand.” But a month later, PK, we’ll take it, we’ll fight or we’ll fight, but I won’t release it because of my brother.”
“Of course! My son responded with an iron-strike.
I don’t know what to say after listening to my son.
But his son looked away, and looked far away, and said, “Li, I understand. You don’t know, through this, I realized. I’m sorry.
You got a hammer!
The game is lost, the reality is lost, people are playing like that.
My son said, “You know what? I’ve spent tens of thousands of years in the game, and I’m confident that I can’t get to the top 100, at least the top 10,000. But what are they wearing? What does that mean? Socialism is good! It means rich people can’t bully people! You can’t look down in the eye…”
I don’t know.
I feel like this son I can’t teach anymore.
You don’t study, you date a PK, you start with a story.
You spend all your money on the game with your grandparents and your grandmothers. It’s fun.
You don’t study well, can you?
Looking back at the DNF, looking back at my youth, it’s still the age of the usual urinary “no money to play with your paralyzing.”
Now that I’ve got money, at least my son’s paying and being abused.
The world, I don’t get it.
Thinking through the window, I suddenly realized I couldn’t control my own son.
You wait for the little man named Zhang Wendong.
After a little scrutinizing, I was able to figure out the course of our mission.
We stopped him in the dark alley where he had to go.
I pulled him off the bike, and I pulled a pack of spicy sticks out of my pocket, and I opened it, and I was ready to split him.
The little ones are very alert, not spicy.
I took one out and ate it myself.
And I said to him, “You, Zhang Wendong, nickname Zhang San?” I’m sorry.
“I am Zhang Wendong, but not Zhang San. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Jan Sry. I’m sorry.
All right, Zhang Sry, you can call me what you want. I’ll come to you anyway.
“You’re the one who beat my son, right? I’m sorry.
It’s me. Why?
“Doesn’t it make sense to hurt someone? I’m sorry.
“You’re wrong, Uncle…”
I don’t know why, I’m a 90-year-old after he called me Uncle, and I suddenly got a little defensive.
“The flesh is just a skin bag, uncle. I hit him. It’s okay. He doesn’t care. “Eight! Ten! Eight!
I looked around, and if it hadn’t been for an occasional pass through this black alley, I’d have hit him physically.
And I stood up to him and said, “Don’t bullshit me, I’ll come to you for two purposes: first, you hit my son and apologized to him; and second, what is the PK after a month? You’re learning at your age, don’t be obsessed with games…”
I didn’t think that Zhang Sly would answer my question and ask me, “Did you report the closure?” I’m sorry.
It’s me. Why?
“Bitch!”
After Zhang Sre, push the bike and leave.
Then We threw down the spicy strips of our hands on the ground, and seized him in the back of his bicycle, and warned him with a loud warning: “Stop! You can’t leave until you’re clear.”
Zhang Sly must have been deterred by my powers.
He opened his bicycle and looked at me with a serious look, and said, “Apologizing is impossible, and it will never be possible to apologize for the rest of his life; it will not be possible to cancel the match unless your son cancels himself, and then he will make a statement in their class saying, “I have obeyed Zhang Suri” and send it for three days. I’m sorry.
I thought it would be harder than killing my son, and I’ve been a little lost.
I feel like this little bitch is worse than my leader. He’s killing people.
When I think of my leadership, I suddenly think of what he said: “It’s not a problem to solve problems with money. I’m sorry.
Thinking of it, I looked up to Zhang Sre and said to him, “Do you think that’s okay? Don’t apologize if you don’t. My son doesn’t care anyway. But you cancel the game, and if you cancel the game, and nothing happens, I’ll give you a set of sky suits. (Remark: Sky Set, top fashion in the DNF game, once at least a thousand dollars for synthesis under good luck)
“Did your son tell you I was poorly equipped?” Don’t you think I can afford the sky? I’m sorry.
I think it’s going to happen in 2008, when I play this game, the sky is like a god, and no one can resist the temptation of the sky.
And those who can’t afford the sky, that’s not too much.
Why are all the kids so rich these days?
I took a deep breath, and I tried to be gentle, and I said, “Uncle knows you can afford…”
“No, I can’t afford it! “But don’t think you can buy me if you have two stinking money.” I know what you’re thinking, even if you give me $100,000 and $200,000, I won’t cancel the game. Dignity, honor, more than anything. Understand? Go back to your son and get him to work fast, wait for me. I’m sorry.
No oil!
“You’ve got a month to finish your exams, will you? Give Uncle some respect, you can’t cancel it, you can’t fight for another month, you can study for the summer, my son’s test is down to 30, and it’s over. Do you understand the pain of being a father? “I’m very angry, but I’m tough enough to talk to the little ones.
He scratched his head, he was embarrassed and he didn’t talk.
I asked him, “What’s so hard about it?” I’m sorry.
“No, no, I’m a little embarrassed. I play games on time, too. How come I’m first in grade every time? You don’t play games without learning, do you? I’m sorry.
He said that I almost died instantly.
I took a while to get back to normal.
So he’s already embarrassed, and I think it’s funny, and I said, “Don’t compare, okay? Uncle, please…
“No way!”
I really can’t stand it. I’ve got hands on each other.
Uncle, are you trying to beat me up? Zhang Sre said, “Show me your phone.
I did want to fucking beat you up, but I didn’t dare.
And I said with the voice of my teeth: “My little friend, tell me, how will you cancel the game if you chart a way?” I’m sorry.
“Uncle, have you heard of your father’s debt? I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“It is also true that the father of the child pays. I’m sorry.
Damn it!
Do you mean, “80! 80! “Train me?”
You want shit!
I played DNF at that time, but one of the top PKs, if it wasn’t for the lack of money, or because the PK scene was so unfair that the poor couldn’t beat a RMB player, I’d be at least the top 10.
“You want to fight me? I tried to ask Zhang Sry.
He nodded his head in various places, and his eyes were shining as if he were looking at a prey that was being played at will.
I endured the discomfort of being humiliated by my eyes, and asked him, “When?” Say, I’m sorry.
“We’ll give you a week to prepare for next weekend, okay? I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ll fight you, and you can’t fight my son, right? I’m sorry.
“Not right. You fight with me, and if you win, I’ll apologize publicly to your son and delete it and quit the game; if you lose, you’ll never be involved with our children. I can promise to postpone the comparison with your son for two months. Besides, I’ll instruct him to study. I’m sorry.
Deal! I’m sorry.
Zhang Siri put out his hand and hit me. It’s settled.
When I got home, I downloaded the DNF from a computer in the library.
Look at me abandoning the role of a gamer for years — a gunfighter — in my chest with a gruesome passion.
On these quiet nights, I gradually recovered what I once felt.
How old are you?
The gun god is back.
I’m sure, Chon, it’s still old spicy.
Zhang Sly, how can you compare to me for a little kid with no hair?
I’ve got a whole new set of tricks.
I got a bullet in Zhang Sly.
Knee bumps, Zhang Sry just fell from the sky and flew again on one knee;
Ping x, I’ve got a rhythm shot and a Sly hit the keyboard;
B.B.Q., Zhang Sry used my heavy gun to pick it up.
I kicked the half-wit Zhang Suri again with one foot;
Mobile shooting. I was walking with two guns, half-wired Zhang Suri was protected and landed at extreme speed;
Zhang Sry wanted to get down and get shot in the face.
Tap, I’ll step on him with my foot and shoot him five times.
I don’t know.
With all this in mind, I turned off the computer with satisfaction.
I quietly sewd the boy’s bedroom, and I found him breathing and sleeping well.
Zhang Sly is also a man of faith, and my son has been doing his homework on time and sleeping on time for the past few days, and everything is moving in the right direction.
I walked back to my bedroom, opened the window and lit a cigarette.
Through the mist, I think, crying Zhang Suri, it’s over.
And my son will return to the right path and eventually grow up to be a good person for society.
Electric contest apartment.
Zhang Siri arrived as promised.
What I can’t imagine is that he also brought four other pupils.
I laughed and asked him if he wanted to go to the wheel? I’ll do it.
Zhang Swewewe smiled, and said: “Uncle, don’t be afraid. They are my brothers in the council. They only watch and do not fight. If they touch the keyboard, I lose. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved that if it really was a wheel war, then there would be times when the duel king would miss.
“Don’t you have a brother, Uncle?”
Dude, who doesn’t have a brother?
When I was young, who had no brother?
It’s not that old, bro. We’ve lost contact.
“I’m good enough to hit you alone. “I was so embarrassed that I pretended to respond to him.
“Don’t talk nonsense. Two out of three, go! I’m sorry.
Three games, I lost three.
My brain’s buzzing. Why?
Why is he so fast?
Why can’t I step on his big dog and kill him?
Why can’t I stand his mirage?
Why do I always get caught walking away?
Why is my gorgeous operation repeatedly reversed by him, or is it broken?
I shouldn’t!
Listening to the rude scoffing of the students behind me, I turned around and looked at Zhang Sree: “Have you told Uncle you’re on? I’m sorry.
Can’t afford to lose?
Looking at Chang Sre’s pure eyes, I suddenly got a little sick of myself.
I thought of what my son said to me the other day: “Li, you’re 90 and the generation is over.” I’m sorry.
Are our generation really finished?
I don’t like it!
Zhang Sry seems to see my discomfort and my struggle.
“Uncle, I can give you one last chance if I want to give up my fight with your son.” I play games, I play more in group, 4V4, and if you have a brother, we can do it again. I’m sorry.
I didn’t get what he said at first, but I just wanted to have a chance to compare it again, and I agreed immediately.
Isn’t that just a rock?
In that year, four swordsmen in our dormitory, three and a half years of college playing games, and many years of cooperation, made us all the same.
No brothers, no games! How could I forget the basics?
After college, the brothers moved away from each other, especially when I had a son, and less time to get together.
I bit my teeth and made up my mind to get my brothers together and fight again.
For our son and for our youth!
At the time, she was my brother who slept on top of me.
Among our four swordsmen, he was the only one who graduated on a professional basis.
He was selected by the China X Bureau when the school opened up his career of moving bricks.
The site is difficult and never sees the opposite sex for years, but he’s too impatient to be lonely, and he’s often saying, “If you’re good at fantasies, you don’t have to open your eyes, you have nothing better than everything.”
I don’t understand, but I’m shocked.
Then there was a game change, the judo profession got weaker, and I asked him why he insisted on it, and he said that I understood him because he had a big face.
When he played judo, he won the champion of the regional civil war and now wants to come, it has nothing to do with his speed.
I called him. I asked him what he was doing. When did he leave?
He said he had been at home for over a week.
I said, “Why didn’t you call Dad? The four of us used to call ourselves the father of each other.
“You didn’t call me either. I’m sorry.
“I’m fighting, aren’t I?”
“What’s up? I’m sorry.
I told Zhang about his son’s beating and his beating.
Shen indicated that, due to the epidemic, they had no idea when the site would start and that there was time to help me find it.
Brothers are brothers.
“So tonight, we’ll meet me at the Abba’s restaurant. “The tone of Sing sounds a little excited.
“I’ve come to see him, but this time we’re not going to the Abigail’s. This grandson, I can’t take it. I’m sorry.
“All right! Then I’d like to go to Yuen Yuzu’s hot spring and sweat. I’d like to wash. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
White was the richest dude in our dorm.
He owns three hotels in our city, each of which is very hot.
By 2013, his hotel ‘ s direct-camp shop had expanded to 10 and more than 30 others had joined.
Upon graduation, he became the real head of the family hotel.
Because of Chando, White plays games and goes crazy.
His gunman’s number, full of transparent skies, full of +13s, with a weapon of +13s white-fly-wing dragon, full of emptiness skills, and radiant flow.
It’s the kind of low-level, but fast-paced game that beats people to insult them.
If Abigail’s next best-equipped, he and I are not the same technology, and if he’s heavily armed, I can’t beat him. Although I never wanted to admit it.
I found White’s phone and called him. He was late.
When I wanted to hang up, he picked it up like he just woke up and asked me something.
I told Bhai about the beating of my son and the beating of his son.
‘And when ‘Before you open a room, I will be there.’ I’m sorry.
Yuen Yuko bathing centre.
The tanned, black, red white, sitting in front of me.
We’re straight, we’re each squirting water and beating ourselves.
“You didn’t even contact me, did you? I was the first to break the silence.
They’re quiet.
Ryo went down, suffocated, choked, almost suffocated.
He showed his head and covered his face, saying, “The last time I saw Yin was two years ago. I was on a business trip in their city and he received me very warmly. First, he took me to his house for a day and then went out for a saliva and arranged it all for me. Before I left, I bought me a lot of local specialty, and I had to carry it with me.”
“My heart is heavy…” And he said, “The last time I saw him, no, the last time I spoke to him was six months ago, he asked me to borrow $800 to pay the rent on an emergency basis… If I’m wrong, he can borrow 800 bucks. Is he having any trouble? I called him and asked him what was going on, and he said he was fine, and it was really just an emergency, and he said he’d pay me back next month. I didn’t think much of it. But now I can’t reach him I’m not asking for money, I just feel a little weird. I’m sorry.
“Whether you want to admit it or not, it’s all right for White to play the sword or any of our professions. At the time of the professional civil war, he was called our first sword spirit in the province, and if he was willing to take part in a big competition, he might even be able to remember it over the shoulder of “Swords and Smiles…”
“The sword dances with a smile? The first sword of the country’s uniform? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been watching him. I don’t know what he’s doing. I’m sorry.
I get up, dry my body, find my cell phone, call Yi again, and the other one is still off.
“I know where his house is. Should we go to his home? @sang is determined.
Just walk away.
We didn’t know anything was going on until we got there.
When I graduated from university, I told us that he was going to Guangxi to start a business with the president of our school.
The partners are also the presidents of student associations in each school.
I am not a student, but the presidents are willing to play with him.
It was only later that we learned that the so-called package works were tricked into marketing.
I am also more competitive, and after having broken my bones, and with my own talents and the support of my father, I am able to fill the hole of money quickly and earn millions more and then live a happy life in which tossing and playing cards every day.
Pumping feet is not scary, playing cards is not scary, it’s scary to lose cards and then to touch a tiger machine…
Gambling dogs have no future.
After losing all my money, I started an endless micro-credit and even mortgaged my identity card.
His failure is related to the loan.
At this point, Ichi’s mother was looking for a buyer to sell his house in order to pay his debt.
The three of us made $100,000 and transferred it to Auntie, hoping she’d heard from Yi and let him contact us first.
Aunty said yes with tears.
It’s getting closer to Zhang Shreyo.
I got a chance to talk to him. If we don’t have enough people on our side, we’ll be 3V3, okay?
He said if there’s one missing, call my son.
Damn it, my son’s in deep study. How could I let him do it?
I’d have done my best if I’d gotten him hooked again.
“Come on, Uncle, there’s only three of you, four of you, 3V4.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Srei smiled: “Show your uncle down, as if we were bullying you. 3V3 is just 3V3, no see. I’m sorry.
Me and Zhang and Baek, they worked so hard for a few nights, ready to fight.
The place to fight is still Liangko Yuen, where after bathing there are Internet cafes.
Take a bath, steam, and PK, it’ll be much better.
In this fight, we set up individual battles, formations and battles.
Each project is based on two out of three.
In the personal battles, we secretly talked about using the strategy of a pony race, which is a second horse, a V.S., which is to find the weakest, the strongest Zhang Sry.
But Zhang and Bai, no one wants to admit that they are inferior.
I’ll do it for my son’s future.
I lost.
At a time when I had a sad but worthwhile mind to look at the battles of Bai and Sing, I found that plume was plume, and it had nothing to do with it.
Two foods were beaten to death by two primary school students.
At the end of the first round, she was lying on the electric chair, murmuring, “old, no, old…”
He looked down on me and looked at me, “Let’s go…”
That’s when I called.
I asked Zhang Sree if we could switch to 4V4 for the team and the battle.
Zhang Sly smiles but doesn’t speak.
But I saw him greet another schoolboy who’s been at war, and I understood, and he promised me.
Always breaking the rules. I feel a little embarrassed, a little self-righteous, but ashamed for my son.
War!
After I joined the regiment, I went to his swordsman, to the right like a wild dog, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right and to the right.
Moreover, he acted as the commander of our team, with his headphones on his head, with calm command: “Shun, go give him a hug of love; white, long-range heavy-arms suppression is over, and you don’t go up there and spell your body, you salhouette!
Under Ichi’s command, we have indeed become more and more comfortable.
But we lost.
The four of us face each other, like the dead.
The voice of JANG Sri-Sri: What do you say, the battle is still fought?
I’ll get up and start “Of course, I’m tired of three foods, and I’ll be able to get you all killed.”
“Uncle, we have seen your strength, but the rules are the rules. Two out of three, you’ve lost. Go ahead and fight. I’m sorry.
“What’s your name?”
“Uncle Lee, Old Lee, were we at first the godfather’s office? I’m sorry.
“I think so, but what’s a godfather’s office? I’m sorry.
“Father, you’re the one who lost. You don’t know anything about this, do you? I’m sorry.
I feel like I’m spinning around, a little old blood, holding back.
May you lose.
Four members of the other team, I called over, one by one: “Father Sree, Papa Water, Papa Da-hwa, Father Starter…”
The other one was “hey” all over the place, and there was a lot of noise, some joy, some boredom, some loss of conscience.
Baek, Shun and I, looking at me like a sand wall, shook their heads and cried again in order.
When they’re done, I’ll take off my headphone and go to Zhang Suri’s computer.
“Uncle, what, you want to hit me?”
“No, Uncle, please, call Daddy about this, and you can’t tell my son. Even your brothers can’t go out and talk, okay? I’m sorry.
“Of course, whoever chews a tongue is a dog! I’m sorry.
“You’re not a thing, but I trust you. Fist up. I’m sorry.
Zhang Sree also gave me a punch.
“And one more thing, during the summer, you and my son, PK, you’re gonna have to do 100% to get him off the net and get him off the net forever. I’m sorry.
Zhang Sry was silent for two seconds and noded the place, saying, “I’m trying!” I’m sorry.
Please!
Four of us left the soup and decided to find a place to drink.
Four men in their thirties publicly shouted at the father of four primary school children, and they couldn’t stand it.
I ordered a cigarette and pretended not to care: “Go to Bai’s, I’ll pay this time, and no one will take it from me.” If you don’t give me any more time, I’m in a hurry! I’m sorry.
And Abigail drew smoke from his pocket and lit himself a cigarette, and his eyes were lost and he said, “My hotel is closed.” I’m sorry.
We went to a big block and drank too much to know that, as a result of the epidemic, his hotel had lost its business, which, along with the blind expansion of previous years, was already heavily indebted.
If Baek wants to survive this year, there may be a change of heart, but his father has leukemia, which is now almost as bad as a family.
He poured himself a large glass of beer and said, “Next year, when I’m done cleaning up, next year, I’m going to work with Shun. Our civil engineering profession is destined for the construction site…”
He smiled and said, “I’m not working anymore.”
At last, under our “puzzling” he told the truth.
What’s so lonely? What’s in your heart? It’s all fake.
She met a girl through some social software while she was at work.
She thinks she’s in love, and she’s in the building, and she’s not in love, and she’s working hard to save more than a million, and most of it has been deceived by the girl.
“Why didn’t you call the police? I’m sorry.
“You’ve been to a lawyer, but the liars are very good, except for the festivities of 131,14,20, and the big ones leave no evidence of the nature of the loan. I deserve it. I’m sorry.
“What are you doing every day now? I’m sorry.
# Lie down… #
At the end of this gathering, we hold each other dear and turn to our own darkness.
I felt the winter coming.
The only thing that makes me happy is my son’s final exam, and he gets his eighth prize.
He threw me the medal, and said, “Li, your computer, shall I use it?” I’m sorry.
What can I say?
The little ones turned to my study and opened the door and shouted at me, “You’re going to end this generation after 90.” I’m sorry.
I took the broom and went straight into the study.
I pointed my broom at him, and I said, “What happened to your father?” If you don’t, don’t play games. I’m sorry.
And his son did not panic, and stood up, and he said: “You are in your own study to watch a little movie. My mother says no if she wants to make out with you, it is for infidelity.
“You can’t go to my grandparents’ house once a month in the name of your work.
“You told me you were a dragon-slayered teenager and you’re taking me out of school to see people bully women, do nothing, don’t give a shit, it’s rude;
“Your brother, my uncle, he has leukemia. You only know when he dies.
“You go down the street, you see beautiful sisters, your eyes are so dirty, it’s rude;
“I can’t get first in the exam, I’m not smart enough, I’m not smart enough, you can’t have your genes, you can’t blame me for my bad studies, you’re not smart enough;
“You answer your leadership, nod your head, drop your phone, yell at him, threaten to resign, but do you dare to resign at once? I’m sorry.
What a little brat.
Your father and I are in your heart an unfaithful, unjust and unfaithful man!
But he seems to make sense.
When did I become a hot-blooded teenager?
I slowly dropped my broom and left the study.
I’ve been thinking for a long time, and I find my son is wrong.
Yeah, he’s a kid. How do you know how hard it is to be a grown-up?
What can I do? You can’t really kill me.
It’s not our generation that can’t do it. It’s life that forces me to do it. That’s how I breathe myself.
A month later.
And his son came back with joy, saying: “Li, I have deleted.” No more games. I’m sorry.
I knew he couldn’t beat Zhang Sry. There were things that he could do, not just by trying.
“Good boy, it doesn’t matter if you can’t beat someone else, you know it first, you know it, you know, you’re in a good business.
“Don’t talk so much about Lee. I won. What, you can’t delete a win? I’m sorry.
The kid used to lie and now learn to brag. I have a headache.
“How can you beat Chang Sry? Is he in the water? I’m sorry.
The son said, “I couldn’t fight, but the day before I studied his tactics, I found a video of a game in a fish I found out you called him Dad, and I couldn’t stand it.” I figured out that it was hatred that fell in my eyes, and since I heard you calling out to someone’s father, I came in peace. The power of fatherly love, yes, the power of fatherly love that I beat him…”
I can’t hear you anymore. There’s only one thing left in my mind.
“I found out you called him Dad…”
“You called him Dad…”
“His father…”
“His father is gone…”
“Daddy.”
I looked at my son’s pretentious and mature face and thought that we were 90 years later that generation might be really over.
Case number: YXX1yvBYPA1c2arGK4Srpwz
One can live a good life.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
Wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
