I looked at Ma Xiaoyou "obediently" and asked in an infinitely soft voice.
"Bu C, looking at you makes me want to vomit."
Ma Xiaoyou's face had returned to color, but his body was still very weak. He lay lazily on the bed and looked at the child in the stroller, who was only allowed to be pushed out for twenty minutes.
"Then what can you drink?"
"Don't drink."
"Look at you, you're still angry."
"I'm not angry at all. I just want to know where you went to pray to Buddha," Ma Xiaoyou asked, looking at me sideways.
"Chongqing." I lied and said without blinking.
"The Buddha in Chongqing has a bad temper, right? He can use a kitchen knife to chop you in the back, right?" Ma Xiaoyou said mockingly.
"How about you give me a good beating?" I gritted my teeth and said.
"Come on, don't bother Sister You about this, I can do it."
The old immortal said with a sigh.
"roll roll roll."
I waved my hand irritably, then looked at my son in the stroller happily, and asked with a smile: "Do you recognize me? I'm your father."
"I am your godfather."
Wu Honggang suddenly stretched his big head and interjected.
"What's the matter with you?"
I pushed him away, and then continued to ask my son: "Baby, what do you want to be called?"
"Xiang Dakui."
The old immortal said proudly.
"vulgar."
Menmen replied with disdain, then pondered for a long time, shook his head and said: "We don't have much education, so we must give our eldest nephew a name that will help him get into Tsinghua University."
"Then what do you call it?"
Peter Lee asked blankly.
"What do you think about calling it 'Haruki Murakami'?" Menmen asked thoughtfully.
"What are you doing? It's called a tree climbing up. What are you doing? Why don't you go to Huaguo Mountain?"
Lao Xian suddenly asked in confusion.
"It's Haruki Murakami. He's from Japan and a very famous writer. Do you have any culture?" Menmen asked disdainfully.
"Get out of here, you two are named after the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, so casually, so don't tell me what my son's name is."
I waved my hand, then fell into deep thought, and decided to give my son a name that was both loud and nice.
"I have already thought about it. My son's name will be Xiang Zuo."
Ma Xiaoyou said firmly.
"Xiang Zuo, that's fine too, it sounds pretty good."
Pete Lee nodded.
"It sounds so funny, but this name is unlucky. Zuo, what does it mean? It means assistant. If you do this for the rest of your life, you will end up being the second child."
The old immortal shook his head and said.
"Your son is the fucking second child."
I kicked over with one kick.
"I don't want my son to be top-notch in everything. His father is very tired from life. We can't be so tired, right, Zuozuo."
Ma Xiaoyou caressed her son's face lovingly, and then asked with a smile.
"No, this name always feels a bit strange to me. It sounds like he is a brother to me." I scratched my head and said with confused eyes.
"Then add a word and call them Xiang Zuo Zuo. It won't sound like brothers."
The old immortal wanted to help with everything and said so.
"Hurry up and pour it. Why don't you say "Xiang Xiuxi"."
Menmen shook his head without hesitation.
"Just call Xiang Zuo. I have already decided on this matter. You can do whatever you want." Ma Xiaoyou waved his hand impatiently.
"I still feel a bit like a brother, what do you think?" I asked Wu Honggang.
"Then it depends on what you think. If I heard it suddenly, I would still think that his name is quite similar to your father's." Wu Honggang explained elegantly.
"go away,."
I said with my eyelids raised.
"Ha ha."
There was a burst of laughter from the people in the room.
After nearly ten years of hard work and nearly ten years of struggle, I was wandering outside the country until I was thirty years old. Now, I also have a child of my own.
Stopping for a moment, I look back at the ups and downs, difficulties, betrayals and other factors that have accompanied me through the past ten years. I have been lost and sad, but now, I find that all these efforts are worth it, because I For my son, I have laid down a kingdom that spans thousands of miles.
Three generations of my family were mixed, but when it came to Xiang Zuo's generation, it officially ended.
He will not enter this circle again, but will grow up healthily. He will not see many bad qualities that dirty his eyes because of money, and he will not miss the friends and lovers who can accompany him throughout his life because of material things.
I'm very happy today, really happy
Evening, Changchun.
Dapen's uncle and aunt have been in Changchun for four days with their family.
The main purpose of this family coming here is to attend the funeral, because an old sister of my aunt's mother passed away, so they came to visit for the last time. Of course, they also took a trip.
My aunt has a classmate in Changchun, her surname is He, and she is nicknamed He Big Mouth. She basically has the same personality as my aunt. Some people say some things and others don't. They usually eat gossip and don't say a few words to anyone for a whole day. , I felt uncomfortable.
After staying here for four days, my aunt and uncle were preparing to take their family back to City H tomorrow, so He Dazui specially found a restaurant and hosted a banquet for his old classmates and their family.
While eating, my aunt asked casually: "Hey, Lao He, I heard that your factory can't even raise wages."
"No, the factory has pledged my salary for almost a year, more than 30,000 yuan, and they just stared at me and refused to give it back. It's almost annoying me to death." Lao He nodded and said.
"Then you have to think of some countermeasures."
My little aunt said something ungratefully.
"Oh, don't be too troublesome." My uncle advised me cautiously.
"Don't interrupt when a woman is talking," my aunt scolded irritably.
"Why don't we have any countermeasures? I'm organizing people and they're having trouble with the factory. How can I do it without giving them money? Now that people are alive, don't they just need two dollars to live on?"
He Dazui said casually.
"Yes, if you don't give money and make trouble, if that doesn't work, just ask the media to expose him. We ordinary people have nothing but time."
My aunt said as she lit the fire.
"well."
The uncle sighed helplessly and said nothing more.
"Bang."
At this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a drunkard in his thirties who drank too much came in with two young men.
"Uh-huh."
Everyone followed the sound and looked towards the door.
"Lao Du." He Dazui was stunned, stood up and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Grass, mud, horse, He Dazui, I'm asking you, can you stop leading those old ladies to the factory to cause trouble?"
The middle-aged man known as Lao Du asked in a daze and with a mouth full of alcohol.
"Who are you scolding? It's okay if you don't pay me." He put his mouth on his hips and his shrewish instinct was clearly revealed.
"Did I tell you that I wouldn't give it to you? I didn't tell you. I just gave it two days late."
"Who do you think you are? If I don't tell you, get out of here." He Dazui said and ran forward.
"Pfft."
Lao Du suddenly took out his dagger and stabbed He Dazui in the mouth.
"Fuck, you stabbed me."
The tough He Dazui covered his cheeks, roared, rushed forward and started tearing up Lao Du.
"Tickle him,."
My little aunt suddenly became a shrew, and rushed to help without fear.
"Don't sneer."
My uncle immediately grabbed his aunt, but he didn't hold her back.
In an instant, the room was in chaos, and Lao Du was also confused. He originally wanted to scare He Dazui, but he didn't expect that this bitch was so aggressive and didn't care about the dagger in his hand at all, so he was instantly scratched. potato floss.
The two old women were pulling Lao Du, beating and scolding him.
"Grass, mud, horse, if you scratch me again, I will stab you to death."
Lao Du leaned against the wall and shouted with red eyes.
"You're bragging. I don't know what kind of player you are. You can stab me and I won't kill you." He Dazui roared and cursed.
"Yes, you can try pricking it," my aunt rolled up her arms and sleeves and howled along with her.
"I.fuck.you.mom."
Lao Du was so angry that he stabbed him with a knife under the influence of some wine.
"Oh, please stop fighting."
An old voice kept urging her. She grabbed her girl's arm and shouted breathlessly.
"Uh-huh."
When my aunt saw Lao Du holding the knife, she stabbed her in the stomach, and then she ducked sideways.
"puff,."
Lao Du stabbed the knife down, looked up again, and saw that the entire blade was pierced into the chest of the old lady in front of him.
"mom."
My aunt was stunned for two seconds and then screamed.