left pocket

When I got home and sorted out the closet, I found that Xiao Ming had only brought a few clothes. I realized that his sentence "I plan to come back once in half a month" was not a joke.

After thinking about it carefully, I feel that this child has finally begun to swear sovereignty to me, and I am actually a little happy in my heart.

I guess I've isolated myself for too long, and I'm pretty satisfied that finally someone has the courage to take back my piece of fertile land.

Ah bah, shameless.

In the days when Xiao Ming was away, I chose to go out to eat, which is a simple, quick and trouble-free option, instead of buying vegetables and cooking every day.

Eat at each store for a week, and change to another one when you get tired of eating.That's my plan.

It's not that I can't do it myself. Although I'm not as good as Xiao Ming, I can import it anyway.

I made up my mind to master this skill after spending that year with Zong Ze, but it finally came to fruition, and the person who originally wanted to cook it for food has disappeared.

I remember that I put in a lot of effort to learn how to stew pork vermicelli. Later, I burned a big pot by myself until I vomited, and I decided to help Zongze eat his portion too.

It's just that it's lonely after all, and I can't hear another person's chewing sound when eating.

The little princess of the Crazy House is two months old, and my daddy, who is like a tram idiot, dragged me to dinner that night.

The little baby is very cute and looks nothing like a big madman, which is a blessing.

Da Kuang teased her with his cub in his arms, "Shihan, look at it, this is the weird sorghum sitting next to Papa~"

I endured it and didn't throw the chopsticks over.

The little baby seemed to like me and kept letting me hold it.The child's mother looked at me apologetically, and I smiled and shook my head and said it was okay.

After all, I don't have many opportunities to hold children.

Crazy asshole, he chose a restaurant right in front of his own house.When the meal was almost eight o'clock, the child's mother went back with the baby in her arms, leaving us two men to continue drinking and chatting.

"My daughter is pretty, right? Did you realize that her eyes look very much like mine." Da Kuang said proudly, with his head raised high.

I secretly took the wine bottle into my hand, "Pretty is beautiful, I really didn't realize that I look like you."

Madman pretended to hit me with a wine bottle, but found that the weapon for the murder could not be found.

I laughed hahaha, poured a glass of wine into my glass, and poured the rest into Dalun's glass. I didn't control the amount well, and the wine overflowed.

"Hey, my brother is full and full." Da Kuang quickly grabbed my wrist and removed the wine bottle, "Don't you drink too much?"

"Probably not," I said, "I haven't been drunk yet."

"That's over, today is your first time!"

I touched my forehead and felt that I seemed a little too much today.Da Kuang smiled heartlessly on the opposite side, looking very happy.

The most basic pursuit of an ordinary person is probably like this, to have a stable and decent job and not low income, to have a happy family that will continue to be happy, and to have some friends who can drink and eat meat together, laughing and laughing together Trance.

I consider myself an ordinary person. When I was young, I fantasized that I was a genius like Turing. When I grew up, I realized that not all homosexuals can be as famous as Oscar Wilde. You are just an ordinary person first, there is no way Create so much value worthy of attention.

Once my mind starts to turn to other places, I can't stop. I probably came back to my senses after being slapped on the head by the madman.

"Didn't you really drink too much?" Da Kuang said and started laughing again.

"I'm awake, idiot." I touched my head dissatisfied.

"You really are," Da Kuang sighed, "I thought you were interested in me just now when you looked at me so stupidly."

"Are you thinking too much?" My brain started to turn to an abnormal place again, the speed was about [-] revolutions per second, "I like the one of the beautiful boy."

"Which one is that?"

"..." I was suspiciously silent.

As if he hadn't noticed anything, he was still chasing me and asking, "Which kind? Like a vampire?"

"I□□I'm really a fucking idiot, right?!" I felt that my hand holding the wine bottle was shaking very badly, and I thought I had Parkinson's without knowing it.

Big Crazy looked at me and said nothing.

"... When did you know?" At this time, my mind is very clear, and I can guarantee that I will be able to retell this conversation completely and perfectly when I wake up tomorrow morning.

"When I was looking through your wallet last time," Dafeng said calmly, "I saw a picture there. It's okay for ordinary people to put a picture of a little boy in their wallet, and I didn't hear you say you have a younger brother or something." .”

My attention is not here, "What are you doing through my wallet?"

"You called and asked me to help you see if there is a blue wallet on your desk, you drunkard!" Da Kuang probably couldn't take it anymore, and slapped the place he just slapped again, "I saw you as soon as I opened it, you thought I really wanted to see it?"

"... Oh." I touched my head, then my pocket, "Hey, where is my wallet?"

"I lost my office again." Da Kuang said angrily.

I thought about it, and it seems that it is, so I still have to go back and get it.

I called a car very rationally, and stepped out the door steadily.

Two seconds later, I poked my head in again, beckoning Big Crazy over.

"what?"

"That photo in my wallet," I said mysteriously, "whose is it?"

Crazy brutally executed a triple kill on me.

There are still people in the company, which is amazing, none of them can see that I am actually a drunk hahahaha.

I also greeted people very normally, "Hi, Xiaoling."

I walked to my desk, and the blue wallet was lying there quietly, deflated, and there was not much to open it.

There is only one photo.

and a photo.

Maybe it was the alcohol, and I felt like my tear ducts were out of control.

Like a helpless big child, he knelt down and cried while hugging a chair.