The afternoon of Xiaonan Mountain is difficult to describe.`

The weather is already hot at the end of May. Old people who exercise will not choose to come here in the afternoon, and young people who are fighting in the field will not choose this spot to come to Xiaonan Mountain. Occasionally, some tourists from other places will come to take a walk.

If you have to describe Xiao Nanshan in the afternoon, you can summarize it into three words: Hot Dog

She slapped hard and said angrily: "It's a mistake, why didn't I pay attention to the weather forecast? My sister's only correct thing today is to wear jeans and sneakers, otherwise I will strangle myself to death."

Zhen Lang was amused by her: "I know you want to make me happy, but you are completely unprofessional in fanning, and there is something wrong with the output method."

Shuimi'er was angry: "She fan, and she also paid attention to the output method."

"Recently I understand a path. Everything in the world has an output cycle." Zhen Lang suddenly became very profound. He stretched out a hand and said, "Give me the fan and let the uncle tell you how high-end it is."

Shuimi'er handed over the fan and said unconvincedly: "Come on, let me see how high-end you are."

"Sit here."

After Shuimi'er sat down, Zhen Lang hugged her sideways halfway. The wind blowing out of the two people at the same time.

"Well, it's a little higher than me, and this output loop is quite reasonable." Shuimi'er enjoyed it very much and liked it: "I can't tell you are quite professional in this regard. I have practiced with any girl before."

Zhen Lang's smile just now appeared, and he continued to fan the fan, his tone seemed strange: "When I was a child, one summer, my home was out of power. My mother hugged me like this and slapped me all night. I still remember the song she sang for me that night, and I remember that she was tired from her right hand and then changed her left hand to fan the air. I will never forget it in my life."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower.

"You're crying." Shuimi'er trembled and hugged him hard: "Dear, I thought you would never cry. If I want to cry, I'll cry. In fact, it's very pleasant to cry, it's even more pleasant than secreting endorphins. It can vent all the depressed things in your heart."

"I can't cry after you say this." Zhen Lang's voice was strange and told a story: "When I was in kindergarten, my parents divorced. I didn't understand why. I only realized when I was in the third grade of elementary school that the bastard slipped to my mother's place the next day after divorce. He stole all my mother's gold, silver jewelry and cash. Then he ran to Yunnan and followed a group of human traffickers. It was the same year that I was in the third grade of elementary school that my family received news that the man was arrested and sentenced to death. He said that you may not believe it, and I can't remember how he looked."

Shuimi'er remained silent. This was the first time she had seen Zhen Lang so urge to talk to him.

The only thing she could do at this time was to be a listener.

"My mother's life is very hard. When she married the wrong person, she was pointed at everywhere she went. After that bastard died, her elementary school classmates called me the son of a murderer. At that time, I had not figured out the difference between a drug dealer and a murderer. She ran back and asked my mother why she wanted to marry a murderer." Zhen Lang said this, and she felt unreliable: "This is the most conscientious question I have ever asked. My mother has been a little dazed since then. Sometimes I talked to her for a long time before she realized... "When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, my mother went out to buy vegetables, and she was in a dazed state again. A car hit her and she never went home again."

Shumier didn't hear the story anymore, but instead heard heart-wrenching crying.

She had never expected that this guy would cry so unscrupulously and so dark.

She even unexpectedly, Zhen Lang cried more terrifyingly than killing a pig.

She could only accompany him silently and could not say anything.

This situation lasted for seven or eight minutes. Zhen Lang burst into tears and smiled: "It's really a bit cool."

Shuimi'er looked at him with laughter and tears, not sure whether this guy was normal at this moment. She tentatively said: "It's not scientific if a girl doesn't cry a few times a year. My sister has a lot of experience in this regard. After crying, she feels much more relaxed. You haven't cried for many years."

Zhen Lang: "From my mother left, to this day."

"That's not over ten years." Shuimi'er was surprised and sighed: "Oh my God, how did you survive it?"

Zhen Lang scratched his head and thought for a while, and said, "Actually, there have been times over the years that I still feel like crying, but my tears have not fallen. I can't explain it clearly, maybe I am born heartless."

Shuimi'er comforted: "Don't be sad. The webmaster told me quietly about you and your uncle on WeChat. I think your uncle is essentially for your own good, but the way he speaks is a bit ignoring your feelings."

"A little bit" Zhen Lang smiled, his smile exuded self-deprecating and helpless: "You don't understand. If he beats me and scolds me, I can tolerate it, but his words are so hurtful. Do you know what my uncle said in the first sentence when he entered the dormitory today? He asked me if I was selling new drugs in the news."

Speaking of this, his voice was filled with endless sadness: "When my aunt was angry and scolded me, my favorite saying was that one day you will be shot like you. I really didn't expect that even my uncle thought so. In his heart, he believed that I would go on that road."

Shuimi'er snatched the fan and fanned him violently, comforting him: "Calm down. Your uncle may have been saying anger at that time. He was too worried about you, afraid that you would go astray."

Zhen Lang was very stubborn: "I don't think so. If he doesn't have that kind of thought in his heart, he won't say that kind of words. My grandmother never says that kind of words to me. She only asks me for one. When she grows up, don't be like the bastard who has hurt my mother for the rest of her life. I may not have a big future in my life, but I will definitely not be like that person. One of the meanings of my life is to prove that I will never go on that road."

"You haven't calmed down. Didn't you say that your passion has been learned from your uncle before? You are so passionate. Maybe he is too passionate today, so he said the kind of words that hit your self-esteem." Shumier was still persuading her and said, "Actually, looking back, aren't you wrong? Why don't you call your uncle in advance to explain it clearly?"

"I have already told my grandmother very clearly." Zhen Lang was extremely frustrated. He seemed even more unfair than Dou E: "Since I experienced the first college entrance examination, although I often told some lies to make the old lady happy, I have never deceived her in serious matters again. But my uncle didn't believe me at all. He felt that I was so old, but he was still lying to my grandmother and lying to him. How could there be any trust between relatives?"

As he said that, he said theories were very reasonable: "You can tell by comparing it. Look at my grandmother, I called her to explain it clearly. She immediately believed it. But my uncle was not like this at all. He not only didn't believe me, but even his real mother didn't believe it."

Shumier advised: "Don't think that way, I think you and your uncle still lack communication. Your uncle may be under great pressure to work, bear a lot of pressure to a family, and suffer from the wind on your aunt's pillow. Overall, it may be too angry. Moreover, your uncle is at his age and is in menopause, which may be more negative about this society."

Zhen Lang: "Didn't it mean that a man is not confused when he is forty?"

Shumier: "I don't agree with this view. Not being confused just means that a person has a rich experience, not that he is so optimistic. Many cases have fully proved that some people do not start to do crazy things in their menopause, which is even more terrifying than the passionate young people who retaliate against society."

Zhen Lang: "Is our topic too far? Stop discussing various issues of menopausal men?"

Shui Mier: "Then are you getting angry now?"

Zhen Lang: "I'm not angry anymore, but I have a new view of my uncle. I don't hate him either. Anyway, there are more than one or two people in my hometown betting when I will go to prison, and not one more of him. He has no credit and has worked hard over the years. I will pay back what he owes him."

"Don't say that, you are a family, and you say it's like you want to cut off your robe and have a sense of righteousness. I think you're just engrossed now and you're talking all the angry words. If you do this, my sister won't want you." Shuimi'er angrily and issued an order, "Listen to me, go shopping with me on Saturdays and buy something to honor your uncle and aunt. Why should the family be considered enemies? By the way, everyone says you're so rich, my sister and the two black and white angels will help you with a few cool sets of picking up girls."

Zhen Lang expressed dissatisfaction: "You are completely ignoring my feelings and are ordering the uncle with a ruthless heart."

Shui Mier: "What a great man? I was an old man for a day yesterday. I won't give you such a chance today."

Zhen Lang: "Give me another chance to be an old man, what do you want me to do?"

Shuimi'er: "Then listen to my sister and buy things with me on Saturday. Also, try to help me get some benefits. Today, Su Jie really massaged me for five minutes. It's so cool. If you can let Yingying and Xiangxiang serve me like this, your life will be worth it."

Zhen Lang forgot the pain and said curiously: "How does it really feel when my sister comes to her head?"

Shuimi'er had a look of reminiscence: "I feel like I'm about to fly to the sky, I've never been so happy in my life."

Zhen Lang was amused: "You have also learned this catchphrase"

"Of course, the little woman is also a member of the Glory Guild." Shumier stood up and said, "Okay, uncle, you smiled. Don't mention the sad past. Let's go. Come, carry me down the mountain."

Zhen Lang tightened his chrysanthemum: "It's a hot day, I'll carry you down the mountain."

Shuimi'er waved her fist and threatened, "I'm so heartless, I'm almost exhausted when I fan you. If you don't carry me down today, my sister will lie here and not leave."
Chapter completed!