After Becoming a Little |

I hope that when my own mother comes back, I can be a little more merciful.

During the period of searching for the hotel, due to my efforts to recall, the fragments of my mother in my memory slowly emerged——

When everyone else went out with their children, only his own mother stood at the end of the boulevard, standing with her arms folded on her chest, waiting for Arya to run over while crying.

When other people's children cry, other parents are comforting and coaxing, treating everything that hinders their children as enemies, and saying 'hit it, help you beat it', only your own mother is the Holding the child's clothes with one hand, he lifted the back collar, his eyes were level, and he pursed his lips and watched the child cry until he stopped sniffling.

Yes, the kind that doesn't even give a squat, let alone a loving hug.

When other people's children are being bullied in kindergarten, and other people's parents are furious to seek justice, only their own mother can teach the children how to fight back and how not to hit the vulnerable parts of the body.

What a terrible woman that is...

A colleague who can carry dozens of kilograms of rice as light as nothing, can carry a metal data cabinet to the middle of the tenth floor without stopping, can take her daughter to a food stall for supper and drink half a dozen beers. Half a dozen were all smashed on the head of the street gangster.

She is a terrible woman with the style of painting of Liang Shanbo's masters among the strongest disciples in history.

So how did he gradually forget the horror of his own mother, and instead his memory was only filled with the tenderness of the other party?

In recent years, when we meet every year, my mother can say that she loves her in every possible way.

Arya rubbed her forehead and walked in the cold wind, thinking that this is probably the beauty of distance.

Accumulating the gentleness of 360 five-day installments together can probably give birth to a standard loving mother with a warranty period of about half a month.

But speaking of it, if it takes a few more years to grow up with her mother by her side, even if her parents are not by her side, then Alia may not be so lacking in love, and she will be evoked by a few words. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally found out that I had two layers of green grassland on my forehead.

It's wrong... No, Arya, who should be called Chang Zheng, is expected to tear up Bichi's best friend first, then her ex-boyfriend, and finally make the headlines.

Thinking of that scene, Arya couldn't help shivering.

Ah, I don't like this kind of violence the most, even now I'm just a weak and beautiful lady.

It is not advisable, we have to love life.

In the dark of night, Alia was strolling down the long street in front of the hotel, preparing to go to the bus stop in front of her to catch the last home bus that might even catch up.

Because she used her soul power to retrieve her memory, Arya was hungry again in this environment where she could not replenish her energy by other means.

This made her wonder if what her former teammate of the foodie giant dragon said, "Only food can sublimate the soul" is a prophecy.

She swept around. This is the entrance of the auto show venue in the commercial area. After all, it is close to high-end hotels. It is also common for some exhibitions to open here in Xia Ji.

For example, this so-called 'Future New Energy Vehicle Expo'.

Oh, isn't it an electric car, the little sheep is also a new energy source, who hasn't seen what happened.

Thoughts were surging in her mind, Arya weighed her phone, looked at her own father's number in the address book, and finally converged into a thoughtless sentence that could not be said to be self-deprecating or self-comforting.

"Sure enough, it's all your fault for being hungry tonight..."

At the entrance of the auto show venue, a white-collar brother dressed as an elite just came out. He raised his head and met Alia. Hearing this, his face turned pale, his throat rolled, and he made a hard 'gurgling' sound, and sweat was profuse on his forehead. The beads rolled down in an instant.

Alia's eyes flickered and she saw the buddy in front of her. She tilted her head and remembered where she had seen him: "You... oh, it's you! The one who chatted up at SM Plaza today—"

Alia sifted through her barren address vocabulary in her mind, elite brother...white-collar brother...feeling full of emotion, brother life?No matter what you call it, you can call it whatever you want.

The muscles on his face twitched fiercely, his waist bent down involuntarily, and smiled at Alia with a gesture that could be called flattering: "Ai, Miss Ai."

Arya doesn't have a good impression of him, and of course she doesn't have too much dislike for him. If she has to say it, she is only impressed by his exquisite facial muscles.

She sighed and looked at the exhibition hall that was still packing up and not completely closed, but looked at the cold and quiet exhibition hall, and looked at this again. I guess she just wanted to find a good-looking girl to blow water at dinner time, but she found it. Arya came up to chat with her brother, and for some reason she felt a sympathy for the fallen people from the end of the world.

It's not easy, at this point, you have to run around for life.

It's just that you do it for your salary, and I do it for my living expenses.

Speaking of which, she was still a little puzzled: "You seem to know my father. Are you familiar with him? It seems that you are a little... afraid of him?"

Alia pondered in her heart, and asked him about Shu Zhanlan's information. Does it work?

After all, his father is also a small entrepreneur. Maybe he bought a car at this exhibition and is a small customer with honor?

The chat-up brother showed off his delicate facial muscle transformation again, and the back of his shirt was soaked in a lot of wetness.

"Mr. Ai... always convinces people with virtue. I admire him very much."

Arya blinked, and a certain Mr. Thunder Tiger who convinces people with virtue suddenly appeared in her mind.

She sighed: "You may not believe it when you say it. I think you are cursing."

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Section 61 061-Vehicle on the line

Ignoring the amazement of the friend who approached her brother, Arya looked at the time and then at the bus stop not far away.

Look, that bus stop is so deserted.

You see, the self who is about to go to the deserted bus station to wait for the last bus that may not come, looks like a dog.

She scratched her head: "Forget it, I won't tell you this, go home early to rest, I'll see if there's a car..."

Arya walked forward for a while, sat down on the stainless steel seat of the bus stop, put her hands under her thighs, and dangled her feet while waiting for the bus or taxi.

It stands to reason that there is no shortage of taxis at the entrance of the hotel, but I don't know if Alia's luck is too bad, and there is no empty taxi around.

After waiting for a full song, watching the yellow cars whizzing by, with the red characters "You Ke" on their foreheads, Arya rolled her eyes, feeling that she was abandoned by the world.

"That...Miss Ai?"

The pick-up brother, who was watching a song in the back, came up a little surprised and asked, "Is there no car to pick you up?"

Arya glanced at him, although she didn't know that the accosting brother was clearly intimidated by her, she ran over to accost him again for Mao.

But since people are still polite, Arya, as a cute little change, can't ignore each other.

Maybe the gene for chatting up is flowing in the blood of brother chatting up, and it cannot be erased.

Arya read it brilliantly: "No..."

"You - didn't you drive by yourself??"

It seems a little unbelievable. This kind of unbelief is not a question of the authenticity of Arya's words, but more like a feeling of shock and disbelief when he finds out that some of his established perceptions are actually wrong.

Like after learning the news of Mandela's death and suddenly discovering that he has been alive all these years?

It's like when seeing the fill-in-the-blank question of '56 (), 56 flowers', I didn't hesitate to fill in what I thought was the correct answer 'nation', but found that the lyrics were already '56' more than ten years ago. Constellation' same.

Mr. Ai's daughter, she needs to wait for the bus here at night? ?

"I don't know how to drive." Alia was expressionless, restraining the urge to roll her eyes: "I know how to do bicycles, and so can battery cars."

The chat-up brother heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that GET had gotten something, and slightly calmed the collapse of the three views.

Arya didn't understand why she didn't know how to drive and the other person would take it for granted - am I already beautiful enough to think that there should be a dedicated driver?

But the infection and transformation of the power of the soul is not so fast, right?I'm growing faster?

Alia lowered her head, then directly saw her lower abdomen across Yima Pingchuan's chest, and sighed.

There's nothing...it's an illusion, it's all because of the heavy karma of my eyes.

"That—Miss Ai, should I take you back?"

The chat-up brother made a suggestion to make an inch, or not to make an inch?Seeing his appearance, Arya felt that the other party seemed to place herself in a very low position.

She felt pity in her heart: "The matter of you chatting up with me tonight is over, you don't have to worry about offending the client. After all, my dad won't be angry or anything for such a little thing. Besides, as a young man, we work hard. Isn't it just to get more social resources, and then to get the approval of others in social situations, to show your charm in front of the opposite sex you like?"

Arya stretched out her hand and patted the accosted brother's arm, and subconsciously used the style of "cordial condolences from the legionnaire": "Young man juice, work hard, don't choose students who are not inexperienced in the world in the future, everyone is an adult, it's time Choose a young lady with a perfect world view, so that it will not violate universal values, do you think it is not?"

The chat-up brother was stunned, how could he have seen a girl as tender as Arya say this?

But thinking that this is Mr. Ai's daughter, everything makes sense.

Chewing on these words, he suddenly felt a sense of 'this person understands me' as a confidant. He couldn't help but be grateful and nodded hastily: "Miss Ai, you are right, it makes sense."

Alia, who was accustomed to flickering, looked left and right, thinking that she didn't have a car anyway, and it was good to chat. She satisfied her boring mentality as a salted fish that occasionally needs to be displayed (pretended) to be holy (forced).

"Boy Juice, where do you work?"

"I am in the 4S store of a certain Sila, and I am responsible for the sales of new energy vehicles."

"Oh, those who sell electric cars..." Alia raised her eyes and looked at the auto show that was still closed: "Speaking of which, I really want to buy an electric motorcycle, but unfortunately I need a driver's license and a license plate, which is very troublesome."

"No need-"

"I'm too lazy to take the test... Wait a minute, no need?" Arya sat up straight: "No need?"

"Fuel motorcycles need a driver's license and a license, but new energy motorcycles don't!"

When it comes to his own industry, his face is not showing a subtle expression change, but a confident look: "The traffic safety regulations were revised last year in China, and new energy motorcycles only need the seller to be the driver. Complete the file and you can drive on the road.”

Arya scratched her head, and could only blame it on the changes in the world line: "It's okay... it's okay..."

As she spoke, she looked a little absent-mindedly and still didn't change her car to see the empty taxi on the car, nor did she have the last bus carrying the trip home, so she asked the pick-up brother with a little heart. : "Well, do you have any good-looking motorcycles at your auto show? It's the card face for that style of painting."

"Uh... what to fight?"

"No, nothing." Alia stood up and walked around: "Do you have electric motorcycles at your auto show?"

"Yes, but it's a new energy motorcycle."

"Electricity is electric, what is new and what can be sourced..."

Arya walked to the auto show pavilion: "I'm going to visit now, is it too late?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, "It's too late, of course it's too late. As long as the museum is not completely closed, all guests can visit freely."

Arya then walked forward with satisfaction, and touched the bank card in her pocket - it is still necessary to buy a vehicle, in case her own father, who wants to support his son and does not wait for him, comes to be a young man, Having made a crystallization of love with that Xiaomi named Shu Zhanlan, then Yu Qingyu will also be deducted some living expenses.

Emmm... If it's a younger sister, then it doesn't matter if the family property is given to her...

No brother!Gu has not died, it will never be his turn to be the prince.

Besides, there are still two years to go after graduating from college, and it is time to be self-reliant.

Since there is no need for licensing or research, and it is ready to use, then buy a little sheep with a card face to play the style of a car, and then can you support yourself by delivering food and express delivery?

Part-time work is a must. My mother travels all over the world, and my father may empathize with each other. Only by working can we maintain life like this.

As for why the little sheep has a card face to play the car style - that is naturally a change in the world line, not because I want a healthy and handsome motorcycle.

And speaking of it, the professionalism of the chat-up brother is still there, and this service attitude is like a spring breeze.