canine boyfriend

The boy was carrying a bag of rice, waiting for the elevator to reach the designated floor.All I think about is how to help my wife with her career.

This is the same as studying. You have to make a plan and implement it effectively. Seeing that the competition is coming, I can't let my wife have less face-to-face.If someone else’s family has fans to control comments, so should my own wife, if someone else’s family has fans holding up a sign, my own wife can’t be short of it, if someone else’s family’s fans call brother, I love you, my own wife...

My wife doesn't need this.

The opening of the elevator door interrupted the big plan in the boy's heart. He has been a person who likes to challenge difficult things since he was a child. He doesn't know subjects and topics. Others go around and admit that he can't do it. He doesn't. Get things straightened out and sort out the mess in your thinking.When he first entered junior high school, the teenager's math was not particularly outstanding, but there was absolutely no pressure to stay in the top ten of the grade.But he just got into a dead end, fighting with others to be a problem student, and at the same time taking tutoring classes to be a top student.

By the time he was in the third year of high school, he could use a piece of A4 paper to summarize the mathematics knowledge to be tested in the college entrance examination into a detailed outline. Every time he saw a big question, he could know what the question was trying to test him, or what the question was about. Part of it is a temptation item, which is to dig a hole for candidates to lose points.Now he has rekindled his fighting spirit and is ready to challenge new fields that he has never touched.

Manage your wife's official fan club.Thinking very well in my heart, I have already followed the man to the gate of my grandparents' house.

"When you see them later, you will have a better attitude." The man put his phone into his pocket, and took the blocked account just now as a joke, and he probably didn't know who was making trouble.

The boy looked at the door and took a hard breath. "Can I not go in?"

"Go in and have a meal with the old man." The man wiped his hands on the apron, not at all like he used to shine on the stage, "They... are very lonely."

"I'm lonely too. Who cares about me since I was a child?" The young man looked at the house number absently. This is where his mother grew up in the house in front of him. From a little girl with braids to a A young girl who is excellent in piano, singing and dancing, and then goes crazy when she meets a relationship, completely crazy, and breaks with her family.

"At the very least, you still have friends, a school to go to, classmates to play basketball in. But they..." The man thought of the sudden blankness in the living room, where there might have been pictures about teenage mothers in those places. Things, maybe photos, maybe trophies, but with the passing of the only daughter, those things were disposed of.

"I'm knocking on the door, just smile a little." The man looked at the boy's profile.The school uniform that was not washed last night was not too clean, and his hair was messy. He came all the way after school, but he was full of vigor. He was tall and looked like his grandma between his eyebrows and eyes.

"I can't laugh." The boy still tilted his head, not looking straight ahead.He used to make an appointment to eat at a restaurant outside, and he was fine psychologically, but when he came back here, the feeling of getting closer and farther away came out instead.I have never entered this door since I was born.They threw themselves to their father and never looked for it.

There was a knock on the door, and there were footsteps on the other side of the door, not particularly fast, but it could be heard that they were trotting over.The teenager started to look at the toes of his shoes again, to see if the laces of his dirty basketball shoes were not tied.Suddenly the direction above his head was bright, he raised his head, and saw his grandma in a warm light.

"Here we come." The old man stood at the door, fisted with both hands, but did not stretch out.

The young man lowered his head again, looking at his shoes as if out of his body, and the bridge of his nose was facing his grandma's face.

"I was delayed downstairs for a while, he...he just finished school." I didn't expect the atmosphere to be so awkward at the beginning, and the man couldn't help but help them get closer, "He was like this at school. The teacher asked him things, and he often didn't manage people."

The young man glanced aside silently, his eyes sneaking past.

"Let the teacher stand outside with you, what are you talking about!" Grandpa has arrived in the living room at some point, "Every night, you have to make up extra lessons. How did you learn at school? Please, the teacher has to cook for you Say thank you soon."

Looking at his grandfather, the young man could imagine how he criticized his mother back then, and how he criticized himself today. He turned his head and boldly looked at the man, but with a very mischievous tone, he even touched the man's arm. "Thank you, teacher."

"Come in quickly, come in quickly." The grandma dragged the little teacher in first, "it's shameful to talk inside and outside the door... Slippers, where are the slippers? Usually there are only me and your grandpa at home. There are not many pairs at home. You don't need to change them. Come in." Bar."

Only then did the boy follow the man in, but he regretted it as soon as he entered the house.

Although he had never set foot here, he seemed to have seen everything in the house.Maybe in a dream, maybe in a photo.The room was very big, he stepped on the wooden floor carefully, his footsteps seemed to be heavy, any random foot could make a hole here and cause trouble.

"Come on, come on, wash your hands quickly...how about eating an orange first? Your mother..." Grandma spoke bluntly, and then paused at this point, "Hey, look at me, I'm so stupid, the child is still carrying rice .”

The man tugged the boy slightly. "Give me the rice, you go wash your hands... just smile."

"Oh." The young man moved the corners of his mouth, and reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, "You can't lift the rice...I'll put it in the kitchen." After finishing speaking, he found the direction of the kitchen, put 50 catties of rice He carried it over and washed his hands by the way.When he came out of the kitchen, grandpa and grandma had already sat down, but neither of them moved their chopsticks, as if they were waiting for someone who finally came home, and a table was assembled for dinner.

"Will you drink orange juice?" As soon as the boy sat down, the grandma immediately pushed him a drink, "I made it with your little teacher in the afternoon. I bought the juicer for a long time. I don't know how to study it. I'm still a kid. The teacher is smart, just read the manual and you will understand."

"I don't drink orange juice, and I don't like to eat oranges." The boy glanced at the drink, as if looking at a glass of poison, wishing it could go as far away as possible.Mom made her last meal and left, and also squeezed a glass of orange juice for herself.I don't eat oranges myself, and orange juice is the worst fucking thing.

A man stomps his shoes under the table. "That...he...he performed very well in school, and his academic performance is very good, and...he has a good relationship with his classmates, but he is relatively introverted and usually doesn't like to talk."

"Listen, you can still meet such a good teacher with your personality. When you grow up so big, the teacher still wants to defend you from saying these things." Grandpa finally spoke. How could he not know what his grandson is like? It's not a soft personality, and I don't know who to follow.I have to say a few more words, my wife stepped on my foot under the dining table, so my grandfather stopped talking and closed his mouth.

"Thank you teacher for helping me speak." The boy glanced to the side again, as if he liked the title.How can I be an introverted person who has a good relationship with my classmates? If there is no penalty for fighting, I can't wait to fight with my deskmate [-] times a day.At this time, the TV that had been on all the time began to play a program. It was a singing party. Grandpa just moved his chopsticks and put it down again, his brows were knit together like a dead button: "Turn it off, it's so noisy. Now I want to find a student who can sing well." Difficult, I don’t know where my good voice used to be.”

"It's really..." Grandma didn't like listening to these songs, so she took the remote control panel and turned off the TV, "I haven't heard a good sound for a long time."

"Yes." The young man had already picked up a large bowl of rice, and he was really hungry. He took a mouthful to cook the rice first, and poked the person next to him with the tip of his elbow, "My teacher, you sing very well."

The man who had just taken off his apron was stunned for a moment, and it was too late to cover the boy's mouth.

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Boy: Although I don't know why, I just don't like my deskmate.