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The housing allocated by the municipal government is all cement gray, neatly arranged small square buildings, located in the center of the old block like an urn.

In recent years, Fu Yingliang has worked hard to create a clean and honest image of the mayor.Putting the poor wife in such a small house of [-] square meters, but I live in a villa with my lover and own several properties abroad.

What Fu Lang knew, Jiang Zhilan also knew clearly, but she just didn't want to leave this small urn, like a defeated warrior, stubbornly guarding her last piece of territory, guarding only a few self-esteem.

"Even if your father is nothing, he is still your father. The blood relationship between your father and father will never be changed. Even if you hate him, you can't do such a thing." The air-conditioning in the living room is fully turned on, sitting Jiang Zhilan, who was in a wheelchair, had a pop-pattern blanket covered her knees. Today, she heard that her son was going home, so she specially put on makeup.

She regards dignity as more important than her life. Even in front of her own son, she must be beautiful and comb her hair meticulously.

What Fu Yingliang loved back then was her decency, the second-generation official lady who was a lady, she was beautiful and well-informed, so many boys in the university used to chase her after her.

The young ladies in the excerpts always fall in love with poor and handsome scholars by mistake. Jiang Zhilan is young, so she picks and chooses, and finally chooses the most handsome Fu Yingliang.

Fu Yingliang didn't disappoint her at the beginning, he successfully secured a postgraduate degree, took a doctorate exam, stayed in school as a professor, and was promoted by his father-in-law, and successfully entered an official career.In his thirties and forties, it was his most beautiful time.

Fu Lang sat down facing Jiang Zhilan, poured a cup of tea and said, "Mom, you just know how to live. You don't need me to tell you what my dad did, even if I didn't report it. He stabbed it down."

Jiang Zhilan pointed at Fu Lang, her chest heaved up and down, her fingers trembling slightly with anger: "You...you are disobedient. If you were obedient, your mother wouldn't be like this."

Fu Lang didn't answer this question, but raised his head and asked Aunt Zhang: "Have you made lunch yet?"

"I won't eat! I'll forget about starving to death. I'm just a burden to live, so I won't cause you any trouble." Jiang Zhilan roared hysterically, and tears instantly covered her entire face.

Fu Lang stood up, brought the beef noodles that had just been made in the kitchen to the table, picked them with chopsticks and said, "Mom, I know you're in a bad mood. You can get angry at me as long as we're done. Days You have to take a photo too."

"Doudou." Jiang Zhilan's voice was hoarse, her fingers tightly clutching the corner of the blanket, "Let's go to the court and tell the court not to report your father, okay? .”

"It's late." Fu Lang put down his chopsticks, his tone was calm but firm, "Mom, you didn't watch TV and it was already reported?"

"You're disobedient..." Jiang Zhilan's eyes turned red, "Is it because of that male classmate that you thought of taking revenge on your father like this?"

Fu Lang sighed, looked up into Jiang Zhilan's eyes and said, "No."

Stretching out his hand to smooth the blanket for her, Fu Lang sighed softly: "Mom, this family has long since ceased to exist. Just accept the reality. Even if I don't report him, even if I don't like Shen Lie . This family has long since disappeared.”

Jiang Zhilan shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

Fu Lang suddenly felt that she was rapidly aging, and that he had unknowingly grown into a man.

Parents live more and more like fragile children, so he must shoulder the heavy responsibility to become a mature adult.

"Mom. Divorce my dad." Fu Lang looked down at his hands and said expressionlessly, "You two's marriage has long been in name only."

On the TV, the opera channel of CCTV is broadcasting Yue opera. Zhuo Wenjun devoted her whole life to that poor boy, broke up with her father, and sold wine as a slave. In her opinion, marriage is a big gamble.Gambling is an illogical thing, and so is love.

Jiang Zhilan, who was in her twenties, would never have imagined that Fu Yingliang would cheat on her in the future.

The night after she found out, she cried all night, and then chose to face it.

I drove alone to find that mistress.

Who would have thought that there would be a car accident on the road, and he would wake up as a paraplegic.

At that time, they were in a relationship crisis, and Fu Yingliang pretended to go home to take care of her every day for the sake of political influence. He didn't know if this incident was a blessing in disguise, because he finally managed to keep the man.

In this failed marriage, Zhuo Wenjun chose to forgive, and Jiang Zhilan also chose to tolerate silently.

It wasn't until today, when her son forced her to make a decision, that she realized that she had already lost everything.

Seeing that Jiang Zhilan remained silent, Fu Lang picked up an apple on the table, peeled it and said, "Mom, it's like you bought a rotten apple. The money has already been spent and there is no way to get it back. Why do you bother?" Then force yourself to eat this rotten apple."

A relationship has been broken, and the time and energy spent can't be brought back.

Only by throwing away the bad feelings that I have been holding back for a long time can I be freed.

And Jiang Zhilan firmly believed that as long as she didn't get divorced, she would always be Mrs. Fu.

Jiang Zhilan closed her eyes, covered her face and began to cry.

Fu Lang handed her a piece of paper, and said in a calm voice, "Eat the noodles, I will push you outside for a walk later, the sun is very sunny today."

Jiang Zhilan wiped her tears and looked at Fu Lang.

Fu Lang held her hand and said, "Mom, have you seen that old American lady on TV? From now on, you will be in charge of dressing up beautifully, traveling around the world, and dating different young men vigorously. I will follow your ass to pay the bill. Work hard to make money, so that you can live like a girl every day."

Jiang Zhilan wiped her tears, and couldn't help laughing: "It's like how old I am now."

"My mother will always be eighteen." Fu Lang said.

Gu Erli and Lu Yaobei finished their meal and wandered aimlessly in the street.

Both of them don't like shopping, especially Gu Erli, looking at the colorful products in the store makes his brain hurt.

When he was talking about his girlfriend, when he went shopping with someone, his heart felt as if he was scratching his heart. He wasn't thinking about shopping, but he still patiently went shopping with him.Because his father taught him since he was a child to be gentle with girls.

But I don't know if it's his bad luck or what, after having so many girlfriends, it's a comparison.She pushes her nose to her face at every turn, and her tone is a little bit tough, and the girl cries as if she has been wronged by the sky.

Gu Erli was in a hurry to coax him every time, suppressing his anger like coaxing a child.

At the end of the day, even if they broke up, they still couldn't avoid being scolded as a scumbag.

Lu Yaobei's style of buying clothes is also the same as his. Find a store, go in, pick up one and pay for it, and wear it on the spot.

Summer clothes are bought more and thrown away quickly.

The two bought a Diorhomme T-shirt each, Gu Erli got a white one, and Lu Yaobei got a pink one.

The two stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked pretty.

Gu Erli looked at Lu Yaobei and said, "You've been partial to show fans lately."

Lu Yaobei turned his head and coughed and said, "I just think, we are innocent little virgins, we have to dress like a flower. This is in line with our age."

"Don't explain." Gu Erli had an expression of "I understand, I understand, I understand" on his face, "I think your soul is already bent."

"Get lost." Lu Yaobei looked at him and said, "Lizi, you are actually quite handsome."

"Really. You're not bad, too." He boasted hypocritically back.

"My legs are a little longer than yours, so I think I'm more handsome."

"Brother, I was two meters long before the car accident, but I cut off dozens of centimeters later." Gu Erli carried the packing bag, went to the door and threw away the old clothes.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly said to Lu Yaobei: "Do you think I'll look good with a tattoo?"

Lu Yaobei patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Why do you suddenly think of getting a tattoo? Back then I wanted to get a tattoo, and you still called me a non-mainstream."

"If you're going to get an ant tattoo, I'm sure I won't stop you, but you're going to get a fucking tattoo on your arm." Gu Erli glanced at him, "We are all gentle adults, don't play tricks like young and Dangerous What kind of pattern do you think I should get tattooed?"

Just like Fu Lang, the tattoo on the knuckles of that finger is quite beautiful.

Lu Yaobei murmured for a long time and said, "Let's get a blue tattoo." He pointed at Gu Erli's waist, and drew a circle, "Tattoo here, write four characters, and pass the inspection."

"Fuck you, uncle." Gu Erli punched him, "Why don't you say get a tattoo at the Beijing Meat Factory."

With a tattoo of pork poked on his body, it sounds quite sturdy.

Turning around and fighting with someone, before the fight, a group of people on the other side can laugh and lie down when they lift their clothes.

The two of them were chasing here when the sharp-eyed Lu Yaobei suddenly saw a familiar figure.

"Hey, who is that at the gate of the neighborhood? Why does it look so much like Fu Lang?"

Hearing what he said, Gu Erli raised his head and looked in the direction he was looking at.

I saw a tall and tall boy pushing a wheelchair into the community.

She was wearing Fu Lang's black T-shirt.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a woman in her 50s or [-]s. She looked quite elegant, and she looked a bit like Fu Lang.

Could this be Fu Lang's mother?

"This neighborhood is full of government officials." Lu Yaobei clicked his tongue, "How dare your roommate be a high-ranking son?"

"Come on, don't pry into other people's privacy. Let's go, let's play games." Gu Erli grabbed his shoulders and forcibly pulled him away.

After walking a few steps, he looked back again.Fu Lang happened to turn around too, and stopped beside a book stand with a pack of cigarettes in his hand.He met Gu Erli's eyes.

Gu Erli raised his chin and smiled with one corner of his mouth crooked.

Fu Lang squinted his eyes and lit a cigarette, then turned around and left.

The author has something to say:

Husband and wife question and answer small theater:

1. Do you college students have any recreational activities?

Gu Erli: I am an onmyoji, I like to listen to a fan's voice.I like to watch girls with long legs and big breasts on the show, and I also like to play basketball and drag racing.But recently I lived with my classmate Fu Doudou and lived like an old man.

Fu Lang: Panting.

Gu Erli: You...

Fu Lang: [Akimbo] If you have the ability, seal my account, if you have the ability, don't fucking listen!

Gu Erli: All right, all right, no more seals.Pet you pet you.

2. If the two of you only have one mobile phone, how will you allocate it?

Gu Erli: Of course we play Onmyoji together.

Fu Lang: I don't like playing this game.

Gu Erli: You like it!

Fu Lang: Well, well, I like it, I will spoil you and spoil you.