After Becoming a Little |

"A video game, how can a young man like you not keep pace with the times as an old guy like me?"

Mrs. Jin pinched her daughter's little face: "You know that studying all day long, you need to combine work and rest, play more games, watch movies, listen to songs, don't make yourself like a social person all day, you are still a student. "

Queen Jin's face was stretched like Q-bombed dough, and she muttered, and it took Mrs. Jin a long time to understand what she just said.

"Then why did she come here? There are only a few suites on this floor. Apart from us and Mr. Ai, there are no other guests, right?"

Mrs. Jin let go of her poor daughter and subconsciously sneered: "Who knows, maybe she is wearing clean clothes, but she is going to come to the hotel to get herself dirty."

Mrs. Jin has never been afraid to speculate on today's young people with the greatest malice, simply because she has seen too many dark sides of society. In her capacity, she is more like some gray area ruler acquiesced by the official government of the country.

After all, this world is not a black and white world. Instead of cluttering the gray areas, it is better for them to choose a few people to talk things through, which is more conducive to management.

In the northern region, Mrs. Jin has long been a living legend.

Compared with the old generation of disciplined old people, the mainstay of the dark side today is some of the joy of these self-proclaimed bohemian younger generations.

Compared to them, going to the hotel to find a godfather or something is already mild.

However, she didn't want her daughter to be exposed to too much of this kind of things. The only daughter of the Beidi Mine King could be a strong woman in the new era, not a tomb guardian of the old rules.

The premise is that her husband's plan can succeed, bringing the domestic mining industry chain to a new era of discipline.

Thinking of this, she patted Queen Jin's shoulder: "Everything we do is for you after all, so we must study hard, good barbecued pork..."

"I'm your daughter, not barbecued pork..."

"No pocket money for disobedience."

"Mom, I love BBQ pork the most!"

"It's so good - remember to relax after studying, Mom, I'm always dragged down by the pig teammates in the placement match, do you have any more powerful children in your school? You go and show your charm, and let those boys and girls bow down to you Under the skirt, help me to score."

"..." Queen Jin looked at her own mother speechlessly: "I'm sure I will bow down to the amount of alcohol, but what's under the skirt... Are you sure you won't come out and do something?"

When Mrs. Jin thought about it, it made sense.

After all, she can't control herself, who said that the more the mother-in-law looks at the son-in-law, the more pleasing to the eye?

Anyway, every time she saw a stinky monkey who might become her son-in-law, she wanted to tie him up and throw him into the Yalu River.

"The last thing I'm looking for is a girl, don't worry." In order to cover up, Mrs. Jin explained to her daughter that I was helpless, "I'm afraid he will fall in love with me as a boy, after all, he has to open a voice. , your mother, my voice is too sultry, this is God's reward... If I hadn't found your uncle and uncle for you, I would have become a generation of singers."

"Mom, I have something I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Don't talk, hold on, say it and I'll even deduct your New Year's money this year."

"……Oh."

Section 59 059 - Mrs. Ai's small theater is over, back to the domestic studio

Helicopters are not slow, and certainly not fast.

It can only be said that it is better than running on the ground. After all, the function of this thing itself is not used to hurry.

Alia's mother was closing her eyes, and Marina was talking about their experiences over the years. She knew that although Lu closed her eyes, she was listening.

Marina finally concluded: "Anyway, I think we should be the worst country in Mexico."

Her tone didn't mean resentment or anything, she was just complaining, like saying 'our school is the worst' or 'our city is the funniest' in front of others.

Alia's mother opened her eyes and sighed: "love your motherland, if she is not good enough now, it's not the country's reason, it's your reason - what you should do is try to change what you feel bad about places, such as those drug lords you mentioned just now, it is not difficult for the Marines to pinch them to death."

"But they have already penetrated into the government. There are so many tunnels on the Mi-Mexico border, all of which are used for smuggling and transporting goods. How can it be changed? As long as there is still a tunnel, our country will never be able to get rid of this situation. Like the tentacles of the devil, I hate the authentic!"

Arya's mother smiled and changed the subject: "Speaking of authentic, I have encountered very interesting things in the Middle East."

The magical Lu was about to tell a story, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen to her—as a travel writer who measures the world with her feet, this oriental superwoman with the name of a reporter has experienced too many legendary things.

"In the tunnels of the Middle East, you may see soldiers in hoods and camouflage with bazookas on their backs, but the first thing you smell on them will never be gun smoke, but raw chicken. fragrance."

"...Huh?" Marina repeated the key word: "Finger-sucking plain chicken?"

"Yes, sucking the original chicken. For the Palestinians, the biggest problem with KFC home delivery is that the delivery guy always urges you to take the fried chicken away quickly, and they have to deliver the next order of arms, which may be A grenade or a bazooka or something."

"It sounds like botched advertising."

The slugger Antonio licked his lips: "But I don't know why, I do have a craving for fried chicken now."

"That's why the seniors of the Gaza smuggling industry are so angry, because the seniors who have been doing this kind of work in the Gaza Strip for years can't understand why they pay thirty dollars for a few pieces of chicken, and it needs to be a day in advance. Booking."

Arya's mother tilted her head: "I still remember that guy, he pointed to the white-bearded old man on the bag and said, 'The great tunnel should be used to transport rockets and grenades, not stockings and chocolate', but in fact Those tunnels supply Gaza with more than half of its flour and most of its sugar, as well as all its steel and cement."

"In those places, almost all the places that can really provide people's lives are in the tunnel, the restaurant is in the tunnel, the school is in the tunnel, the hospital is also in the tunnel... What they have to do every day is to live, they even know How long does it take from the air raid siren to the rocket landing, and as a local, they can comfortably reach the nearest bunker during this time, and even have time to go to the toilet.”

The Marines looked at each other, because none of them could do it.

"Uh--it sounds like we're not bad in Mexico?" Marina scratched her face: "I've heard of things there, but I don't know much about it... There are many things there, just like ours. A hard-line group that penetrates each other?"

"No, the way to distinguish the camps there is very simple. You can tell by looking at the weapons. A certain Israel is a rocket made of rice, while Palestine is a stone and a rotten egg. You can see it at a glance."

"The tunnel may be the devil's tentacle for you, but to them, it is like an underground world. They even smuggle wild animals through the tunnel to build a zoo. A small zoo hopes to introduce zebras from Egypt. No one was found, and in the end he got two donkeys for him, dyed the color of a zebra."

Antonio turned his stout neck, wanting to laugh a little, but also feeling a little sad: "This sounds really... terrible."

"This is the living space theory, nothing more ironic, young kids crying and digging the living space underground, where high-calorie junk food and cheap painkillers are the most popular, so thanks Spicy Dumplings and Coke, this stuff makes them feel like they at least have a life, even if they might be making a day's worth of money for this meal."

Arya's mother would never say empty big truths, because what can persuade others, in addition to eloquent eloquence, is the truth of this world.

"So please love your homeland, Marina - our republic once had large tunnels, but now they are admired and admired. All human creations have positive ways of using them. The only difference is who uses them."

Speaking of which, Alia's mother added with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Speaking of which, the Palestinians actually asked Beibang to teach them the technique of digging tunnels. It's not who our republic is targeting. When we played tunnels, Beibang was still someone else's colony. "

"It always feels that if there is something worse than us, then we will appear very happy."

Marina looked at her subordinates: "I think our country is not bad, at least we order a fried chicken, probably don't need to book a day in advance."

Alia's mother looked at the border line that was gradually approaching, and her tone was a little more relaxed: "Yes, but I suggest that when you eat fried chicken, you can compare Mexico and our republic."

"...God! You can't do this, Lu, I finally told myself that my country is not bad!"

"In our republic, there is no need for Marines to patrol with gunships."

Alia's mother stood up and patted Marina's arm: "So sorry, I don't want to target any country in this world, but my motherland is too powerful, and I can't help it."

……

……

Deserts, tumbleweeds, cacti, and dust from the Humvee convoy.

Against the backdrop of the monotonous sunlight, this is almost the standard scene of American Hollywood military blockbusters.

The helicopter was hovering, and Arya's mother copied a contact number to the little brother who flew the plane: "Mado, I remember that your daughter is suffering from a very special disease. I have been looking for someone who can help you for the past few years. Institution, this is a biomedical research institution located in the southeastern archipelago of our Republic, they are treating some rare cases for free, and they should accept your daughter for treatment."

The little brother took the piece of paper dearly: "Thank you, Lu, this gives me hope."

"I wish you good luck. Although Song's biology is not famous, the comprehensive strength of that institute is very good, and your daughter will get better - at least she can relieve the constant pain, which is too much for a child. Poor."

Arya's mother didn't say much, she jumped down the soft ladder to the ground several times, took the backpack thrown from it, and waved to them, her voice clearly heard in the whistling of the helicopter's blades: "Remember to put my I also ate a portion of fried chicken! Put more ketchup!"

"We will!"

A middle-aged white officer got out of the Humvee, took off his goggles, and spread his arms to hug Arya's mother.

And was ruthlessly rejected—

"Oh, dear Lu, this is so sad. I thought I could make a beach landing during your emotional trauma."

"It's impossible, Nathan, you know I still love my husband, albeit an ex-husband."

"Sure enough, it's the Lu I'm familiar with!"

Nathan laughed and said, "Come on, I've prepared Chinooks for you. After you board the plane, you can go directly to Luke Base in Arizona, where there will be a flight to take you to Okinawa.

If the trip goes well, you will be able to set foot on the land of the Republic by this time tomorrow."

Arya's mother squinted her eyes when she heard the words, and said in a cold tone: "This is the best news I have heard today. If the trip goes smoothly, I will be able to meet my favorite ex-husband at this time tomorrow..."

Nathan opened the Humvee's door and said sympathetically, "Even though he has done something very outrageous, I still have to say, God bless him."

"It's a pity that God can't control the affairs of our Republic."

The pity on Nathan's face instantly changed to a broad smile: "That sounds awful—"

"..."

Chapter 60 060 - Forgot to fill this pit

Arya wandered around the hotel for more than an hour, and saw that it was nine o'clock in the evening, but she did not meet her own father after all.

Emmm...maybe this is the so-called fate?

Thinking about it, after all, she is already divorced, so she can't be considered a rape, at most, she can only say 'I don't want this woman to be my stepmother'.

Unfortunately, she doesn't even know what the other person looks like now.

The saddest thing in the world is that Aunt Xue, who tried to smash the door, couldn't find the door that belonged to her.

Arya took the room card and went to the room she had opened to take a shower, and then went out to check out refreshed - if she didn't take a shower, she always felt sorry for the room fee, and had the illusion of blood loss.

It's almost like having to drink a few more drinks after you can't finish the buffet at the end.

Generally speaking, dry cleaning needs to be picked up the next day, but the dry cleaning speed of the hotel seems to be very fast. When Alia checked out, she already got her new windbreaker.

It's just the bill that makes me feel a little bit distressed.

Ah... I really want to educate that bearish little sister of Lotus again...

Folding the windbreaker with the smell of perchloroethylene on her arm, Alia followed the revolving door into the night under the bright lights of the hotel lobby and the meaningful gazes of those who entered the hotel.

Looking back at this brightly lit scene, Arya thought for a while, but took out her phone again.

Only this time, instead of calling, I sent a text message.

"Although I can understand that you and your mother have been divorced for many years, you have your own needs and new feelings, but if you can, you should make it clear to your mother first, after all..."

When she called here, she didn't know what to say next, so she gave an ellipsis.

Let him make up for it by himself. The so-called guilt often finds his cowardly and inactive behavior after self-examination.