At night, the Mu family’s old house.
Mu Shaoling is not there during the family's meal time.
Zhang Yali picked up a piece of cucumber into Zhanzhan's bowl and then picked up another piece of softly: "Listen to grandma, you should eat some if you don't like it. It's when you grow up, be careful not to grow up."
Everyone else was eating at the dining table.
Mu Zhanbai looked at the cucumber in the bowl, slapped it into his mouth, and ate it obediently. After eating, he looked up at grandma: "Grandma, why don't you eat onions?"
There is a plate of fried onions on the table. Mu Zhanbai and his sister like it very much. The great-grandfather also likes it very much. Both the uncle and the second grandmother like it, but the only grandmother doesn't like it.
Every time you stir-fry the onions, you have to put them far away.
Grandma said she couldn't eat when she smelled that smell.
Before Zhang Yali could speak, she heard Cai Xiufen snorting as if nothing had happened: "The bitch is just a lot of problems. If you don't eat this, you won't eat that."
The old man was very clear-headed. After hearing this, he frowned and coughed, using this as a warning to his daughter-in-law Cai Xiufen not to find fault while eating.
Cai Xiufen raised her eyebrows and continued to eat, not thinking that what she said was wrong, but she stopped when she saw the opportunity and stopped.
Zhang Yali naturally heard Cai Xiufen's sarcasm, but she ignored it, but said to the children in a general way: "Grandma does not eat onions is a genetic heritage, and grandma's father did not eat onions before his death."
"Oh!" Mu Zhanbai used chopsticks awkwardly and said, "A beautiful aunt I know doesn't eat onions either."
Zhang Yali smiled.
There are so many people in this world who don’t eat onions.
There is also coriander, and there are many people who don’t eat it.
After dinner, the two little guys went out to play. After dark, they went upstairs and took a shower and went to bed.
...
It was a long night.
Ruan Bai fell into a dream and tossed and turned.
The sound of water in the dream was clamoring. Mu Shaoling was taking a shower. She opened the door, walked behind him, and put it on, hugged the strong waist of the man in front of her.
He turned around, lowered his head, and sucked a string of kisses/marks on the side of her neck.
She raised her head, wanting more.
The thick/heavy panting/breathing sounds, unscrupulously touching/touching, made her tremble, and strands of hair wet by sweat stuck to her face, enduring the heat/sanitation she could not bear.
The tense body became trembling.
She retreated, and Mu Shaoling pressed up again, and after a brief look at each other, her lips and tongue were intertwined/entangled.
The unspeakable voice overflowed from the lips/tongue, and the body felt like it was being hit by the waves, rising and falling. She opened her eyes and clearly saw the thick eyelashes of the man so much that women were jealous.
Suddenly, the picture changed.
The wealthy businessman in his fifties waved to her, smiling hideously.
"Ah!" Ruan Bai sat up from the bed in shock.
Breathing falls together, and the six spirits are in control.
After a long time, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and realized that everything just now was just a dream of nothingness.
fine.
Fortunately, it was a dream.
It was dark outside the city a, and there was no star in the sky. Ruan Bai's consciousness was half of the people and things in the dream and could not get out.
Since seeing the wealthy businessman in his fifties on TV five years ago, Ruan Bai will automatically put him in the face of the wealthy businessman whenever he thinks of his baby's biological father.
The baby fell from her body, connected by blood, and Ruan Bai couldn't think about it at all, but every time he appeared with the baby, he had a greasy and cunning face of a rich businessman.
It's really terrible to have a face.
Tonight is not the first time to tortured by a dream.
Ruan Bai tried to see a psychologist abroad, but for a while, he really didn't dream of the rich businessman again.
Later, I still dream.
Ruan Bai didn't know if he would be tortured by dreams for the rest of his life.
Why do you still have to find yourself in your dreams that have passed in reality?
Trying to forget, but it is futile.
Ruan Bai turned his face to the other side of the window and took a few breaths in the direction of the window, trying to get his consciousness back to reality as soon as possible.
But the next moment, the words that Mu Shaoling said to her in his ears in Bai Tian rang out.
He said: "What are you thinking? Why are you crying?"
Ruan Bai couldn't help but clench the bed sheet under him with five fingers. The man from five years ago was confused and happy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Legs... open your legs a little..."
The two voices slowly coincided in her mind.
At this time, a lightning flashed across from outside, and white light shone on Ruan Bai's face. After a while, the raindrops as big as beans slowly fell, and the wind blew violently, and the rain hit the bedroom window.
Ruan Bai cried out in a decadent mood.
This is your life, admit that you once at the age of eighteen, enjoyed by a wealthy businessman over fifty years old. Only by selling your body can you save the life of your closest relatives...
It is only because you are extremely rejecting wealthy businessmen over 50 years old that your consciousness will take the initiative to imagine claiming the voices of other men...
...
The next day, Mu Zhanbai came to his sister's room in the morning.
"Romang, what did you say that Dad was doing yesterday holding Aunt Xiaobai?"
"Dad hugged Aunt Xiaobai?"
"Um."
"That might be hitting Aunt Xiaobai, otherwise why did Aunt Xiaobai cry!"
"But why did my dad beat Aunt Xiaobai?"
"Aunt Xiaobai is picky about food and doesn't eat onions!"
“…”
Mu Zhanbai's head was full of a tangled black thread. My father beat Aunt Xiaobai to cry because Aunt Xiaobai was picky about food and did not eat onions.
"Look for a chance, I want to ask my father." Mu Zhanbai looked worried: "Maybe I need to sit down and talk to him seriously. As a man, he should be more gentlemanly."
"You really worry about your father..." Ruanruan sighed with regret for his father's incompetence.
It was early in the morning that Mu Shaoling returned to the old house.
I went upstairs to take a shower, and while untiing my tie, I saw a cartoon note on the bathroom door with a line of incorrect words: Dad, you should learn to be a gentleman.
After reading it, Mu Shaoling put down the sticky note paper.
Mu Zhanbai, who heard the movement, came to his father's bedroom at this time.
Looking at his father who was two meters away from him, the little guy said carefully: "Dad, I have a question to ask you."
Mu Shaoling put away his seriousness and nodded: "Yes."
"Romang said, Aunt Xiaobai doesn't eat onions, you beat her to cry..." Mu Zhanbai knew that it was wrong to teach me a lesson, but if this I don't teach me a lesson, I will go to heaven. He endured his timidity. He blinked his eyes and taught him a lesson: "Humans are born free, equal and independent, and they cannot put anyone outside this state. Aunt Xiaobai just doesn't eat onions, and does not eat one or two kinds of physical objects. It is not considered picky to eat. You cannot let Aunt Xiaobai be subject to your hegemony alone!"
"And Aunt Xiaobai is not your child, not like us, you have been raised by you, so you have to listen to you."
The truth about the little guys.
"You said, you are my children, and I have to listen to me." Mu Shaoling induces his son in a straightforward manner and instills fallacies, "If she wants to be raised by me until old age and until her hair is white, it will be longer than you have raised you, should she also listen to me like you?"
Mu Zhanbai looked at his father and scratched his head: "This is the truth, but..."
Chapter completed!