canine boyfriend

Just thinking of that person, the phone vibrated.The man quickly took out his mobile phone, as if he had been trained to respond to stress.In the past, the boy's father didn't like his slow reply. He demanded high-density contact frequency and was very enthusiastic. After the slow reply, he would treat himself with cold treatment. I won't care about people anymore.When I try my best to please him and he takes care of himself again, he will really relax.

Over time, the man would subconsciously get nervous when he heard the sound of the mobile phone, and this habit began to be slowly changed after a complete separation.Now the phone suddenly vibrated, but my body still remembers the anxiety of being nervous and being ignored.After the separation, after letting go completely, the man understands that kind of behavior is called cold violence.

I am a person domesticated by cold violence.

Now that he turns on the phone, the contact person is no longer that person. If a man can see his face, he will be surprised. He is surprised at how relaxed his expression is. The moment he picks up the phone, he already smiles. It's from an idol drama. , When I was in school, I saw someone I liked sent me a message with a smile, like hiding a secret.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked.

At this time, the boy was already in class, and the man touched the five characters like touching a boy's hand.How should I say it?He definitely couldn't say that he left the hotel, otherwise, based on how well he knew the boy, this high school student would definitely climb over the wall and come back to find him.

"I'm sleeping, I was very sleepy just now." The man replied, and then looked up, the boy's grandmother approached him with a glass of orange juice.He stood up quickly, hands resting awkwardly on either side of his legs.

"What are you doing standing up? Sit down, sit down, sit down." The old man had never seen such a nervous teacher, and put the orange juice on the coffee table in front of him, "Sit, sit down, don't just stand up."

"Thank you." The man said, grabbing his trouser pockets with both hands, smiled, and then sat down.He was too whimsical, just now he was thinking of building a bridge between the boy and his grandparents, but he couldn't grasp the rhythm of communicating with others.

"Drink orange juice, young people love to drink." Grandma looked at him with a smile, and hurriedly took out the TV remote control, "Young people like to watch TV. When I turn on the TV, there is some noise at home. Usually, my family and I The old man doesn’t pay much attention at home, it’s too quiet at home, it’s not good.”

"I watch TV sometimes." The man felt that he had grasped the rhythm and found a topic insertion point, but after turning on the TV, the prompt to connect to the set-top box was too loud, which startled him.

"Oh, why is this voice so loud..." The old man was also startled, as if distressed, she frowned, but when she frowned like this, those deep eyes that belonged to the screen seemed not to have aged, "I'm sorry, The TV was replaced by the students of our old couple, and now the furniture is too high-tech, which has eliminated us old bones."

The man is fascinated by these eyes, and he has also acted in a movie. He knows that some people are born with movie faces. Once the screen widens the portrait, only beauty and texture remain. The old man must have been a great beauty when he was young.And these eyes were passed on to the boy's mother, and then to the boy.In these few seconds, the man seemed to see the miracle called gene passing through time, time, and light, flowing through three generations.

"Let me do it, I can do these." He took the remote control, rolled up his cuffs, and squatted in front of the set-top box to study.Every year when I go home, I do it by myself, and my parents still take care of it, but they have no one to teach them.There is a large stack of instructions on the set-top box, which is much more complicated than the equipment at home. The man got down on the ground to check whether the wiring is connected properly, and then checked the power supply. After a long time, he felt ashamed.

The teenager's grandma circled around the little teacher. "Hey, I'm so sorry, you came to my house as a guest..." After a while, she went to the kitchen to cut a fruit plate and brought it out, "Little teacher, get up quickly, and let my old man make it." But she was happy again, even though it was It's troublesome, but the family lost its noise early on. This trouble is the most lively time in the family in recent years.

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon." The man wiped his sweat and didn't know if he was connected correctly. Anyway, the set-top box was on, and now he turned on the TV again, and the channel and subscription options appeared.Really let yourself get it right?The man randomly clicked into a channel, which happened to be the preview of the most popular singing competition, which was the program that he was about to participate in the group stage.

The previous winner was a female singer, and a segment of her competition is being played.Men can't help but take a few more glances, that stage is what they are about to go to, and it is also what they yearn for.But when he reacted, he realized that the old man next to him was looking at the previous champion with indescribable eyes, and the brilliance in those eyes was no longer there.

"No... nothing to watch." The man immediately switched to the channel, and instantly understood why the two old people didn't watch TV. What they saw through other figures was another person of the same age.

"Hey, look at you, I'm going to the kitchen to cook." The old man smiled, "Little teacher, if you have nothing to do, you can stay for dinner tonight. I'm very good at cooking shrimp."

"I... can I?" He wasn't sure if the old man really wanted to keep himself or be polite.

"Come on, help me cook together." The old man's eyes drifted across the screen again, wanting to see it, but didn't dare, she beckoned to the little teacher, and led him to the kitchen, "It's been a long time since my family has a lively meal. Dinner is over, you are a guest tonight, I will make up for you. You child..." She stretched out her hand several times, but she didn't touch it. She was afraid that when she touched it, she would think of her child, "Why are you so angry? Thin, didn't take good care of yourself, don't worry your parents."

The man nodded, as if he had really become a child.He took the initiative to take an apron and put it around his neck.

"I'll make you some soup tonight, okay?" Grandma was already busy, taking prawns from the refrigerator and mushrooms from the cupboard. "I haven't made it for a long time, and I don't know if the craftsmanship is still there."

The man took the bag of prawns and walked to the sink to defrost the prawns.He still smiled with his head down, afraid of being recognized by others, but it was hard not to please the old man with this smile. "I'm not picky about food...how about...how about we do more? That..." He even said the boy's full name with anxiety, fearing that his special friendship would not be able to bear it, so he rushed it from the words Come out, like someone, that person's name is a signal, let the skin of the whole body rekindle as quickly as flipping through a love letter, "He asks me to make up lessons every night, do you want... do you want him to come to dinner together? By the way... put Bring the bag of rice downstairs?"

Grandma stopped washing her hands slowly, without moving her hands, but the tap was still on.

The teenager was absent-minded at school, and everything that happened yesterday was like a dream.He didn't pass all the three models, so he was criticized by the teacher in charge, and even said that if this continues, the parents will be invited.

Please parents?He dismissed it and even wanted to have a showdown with the teacher in charge. Did you see that my parents slapped me in the face, and I slapped him too. Who told him to touch my boyfriend and call me a little mother.When he returned to class from the teacher's office, his deskmate was writing papers meticulously.

"As for working so hard?" He couldn't get used to this kind of good student style, "You are recommended, and the file is submitted in advance, no matter how high the score is, it doesn't count. Are you still going for the college entrance examination?"

"Go." The deskmate said as it should be, "I promised the school, and I will test my college entrance examination scores. I also promised my family, and I will get a good score in the exam. Besides... I also want to know how hard I have worked so hard for so many years. How many rows."

"The college entrance examination scores are useless to you. Why are you joining in the fun?" The young man couldn't understand his serious and fake style.If you recommend it yourself, you must not go to the college entrance examination, take advantage of the two days when a large number of candidates are bored with the exam, and take the man out to play, to places where there are usually many people.Only those who have wives understand that wives are more important than the college entrance examination.

Thinking of the man, the teenager went to a corner of the classroom to make a call, and it took half a minute to get through. He asked anxiously, "Did I disturb you to sleep? Did you have dinner this afternoon?"

The man covered his mouth and hiccupped. The whole time he was cooking for the young grandma, he was stuffed with delicious food. There is really a kind of hunger that makes the old man think you are hungry. "I ate...are you out of school yet?"

"Immediately." The boy moved his neck, the bridge of his nose was all swollen, "I'll go back first, bring back the things you're used to, and bring back dinner, you..."

"You don't need to bring dinner." The man touched his belly, which was so full that his waist was swollen. "Would you like to find your grandpa and grandma, they... have cooked for you."

The boy was speechless in surprise.

"But if you come, you have to keep pretending that I'm your teacher. They really think I'm a little teacher." The man said helplessly, "Also, there's a bag of rice downstairs, and I didn't bring it up."

The boy's frowning brows suddenly loosened, and he opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the right words to describe his mood.He didn't even bother to think about why the man was with his grandparents, so he said casually, "Oh... how are you, teacher."

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Wolfdog: I told you earlier that the college entrance examination is not as important as a wife.