Bowl and bowl tired Qing [Comprehensive martial arts]

My name is Hua Yueyan, and my nickname is Peanut.

My mother said that my name seems a bit vulgar, but since it was chosen by my father, it also has the meaning of Jiangjiang Niangniang, and I couldn't think of a better one at the time, so I just used it all the time.

In fact, I think my nickname is even weirder. It is said that my mother took it, but she never told me the reason.According to my barren brain, I think that according to the script of Zhiguai, it is generally because...

——When I was born, a hundred flowers bloomed! (Sound of tremor)

But we all know

Yihua Palace was originally full of flowers.

So it became an unsolved mystery.

No matter how hard it is, even my father refuses to tell.

Alas, I was different from other children when I was young.

After all, I have a monster godmother.

A godmother...maybe the same as a godmother?

My godmother is a little crazy, Uncle Su can't stop him.

My own mother is also a little crazy, and my father doesn't stop at all.

So you know, I'm also a little bit crazy.

The craziest thing was when I was seven years old, I ran out of Xiuyu Valley with Xiaobu wrapped around my little jade flute, planning to go all the way to the capital to join my monster godmother.She said that when I was 11 years old, she would send me a snow-white owl to send me the acceptance letter of the Golden Rain Building, but I couldn't wait.

Although, that day I just came out of the valley, raised my head——

There was a man in white flying with his sword flying, and rushed towards him.

It scared me right home.

I'm so cowardly, my mother laughed at me for two whole years.

I didn't laugh longer because I'm only nine years old this year.

From that day on, I swore that when I grow up, when Ximen brags and gets old, I will definitely fight with this guy and get my place back... But I found that I grow up very fast, and the sword god ages a bit slowly, the goal The deadline may need to be extended a little bit.

Alas, I burst into tears.

four years ago.

I finally stood at the gate of Jinfengdriyu Building.

Just... what am I here for?

After playing with the big catfish for half a month, I went back again.

The candied haws and roast duck in Beijing are both delicious.

When he left, his pocket was filled with the petal tea of ​​the godmother.

I am a good boy who respects his parents.

This is what my uncle Jiang Xiaoyu praised.

Before that sentence, I said: The name Jiang Xiaoyu is really unpopular. No one in Jiangnan Jiangbei Street recognizes you as your father.But I actually knew that my father's original name was Jiang Daxia, and my mother told me about it.

But I was afraid of affecting the relationship between my parents, so I kept my mouth shut.

It's not easy for me to be a girl to this point.

You see, I even messed up my self-report and diary writing.

So I think, Uncle Yu should forgive me—requisitioning his big son—my Pai Daxing—all the lucky money from so many years—to feed the dog.

I consider myself a dog lover.

But I don't like to throw money to feed the dogs.

The cause of the incident was that my godmother set up a military dog ​​camp.

There is a person who is blind like Uncle Hua Qi.

I bought a lot of delicious food, some for feeding dogs, some for rewarding people, and some for giving to old dogs.The man told me that there were not so many places to put my presents, and asked me to find an open space outside to put them away, and he would pitch a tent.

I actually believed it.

Why am I so stupid.

When I ran around and won numerous awards and came back, all the food on the ground was torn down by stray dogs, and the ground was in a mess.

The man was leaning against the wall laughing out of breath, and his empty eyes could actually show a mocking emotion.I sniffed and cried and filed a complaint, from Sister Luer to Uncle Sheng.

So my godmother beat him up.

Later, I translated the dog language for me:

"Thousands of years of rules, the ground belongs to you, and the underground belongs to me."

"The thing about stray dogs, how can you call it "stealing"?"

Anyway, in the end, all the dogs were captured and neutered.

Sterilization is also a lot of money, and the government can't allocate it.

Dogs that don't get their turn to be neutered and don't get adopted die.

I think they have eaten my food.

I am a little bit responsible for them.

...Actually, I don't quite understand the connection between them.

I don't know if I'm unlucky, or they are worse.

I really have nothing left.

My cousin is really my savior sent by heaven.

He said he stole all his mother's private money.

Whenever I do something bad (in fact, this time it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing?), he will be revealed to have done something worse than me by coincidence, so my badness is not so obtrusive, and the world becomes more beautiful.

But we are brothers and sisters so don't think about it.

Oh, I forgot to mention that after the villain who lied to me was beaten, a hairless man who didn't look like a monk came out and dragged him away.The bald uncle looked at me for a long time, and told me with a smile not to cry, and not to give him chicken butt today.

He also wanted to touch my head, but I declined, telling him I didn't want to be strong yet.When will I end my love and I will go to the Sword God for a one-on-one fight, I will definitely come to him again...

——When you become bald, you also become stronger.

Be the one who can't even say his name.

Alright, let's go back to the present.

I personally made a cup of petal tea for Dad.

Dad patted my head and said to drink it after it cools down.Being witty, I thought it was a test of how well Ming Yugong was practicing, so I performed a live performance of iced petal tea.

My dad smiled kindly.

Although he is still very young, he has always been kind.

He said that he thinks hot drinks are better for keeping healthy.

I also don't know what kind of life my father raised in his early thirties.

Isn't Uncle Chu still stepping on the moon to stay fragrant after he is a five-year-old man?

Sometimes my father is very annoying, my mother said.

When I was very young and liked to go out for skin, he asked Aunt He Lu to apply cream on my face, and Aunt He Shuang also said that the sun is too poisonous, and girls should take care of their faces.

I asked Dad, do you want to put on face cream when you go out?

If you don't rub it, I won't. I want to be like my father.

I don't ask my mother because she is naturally beautiful and hard to give up.

Damn, it was arranged by my father to make up every morning.

My father pondered for a moment, then smiled and told me that he would be very careful about his appearance, lest my mother would get bored looking at it someday.At that time, he probably thought that I was young and ignorant, otherwise he would never be able to say this.

As we all know, my father is the most beautiful man in the world.

Although, I immediately ran to tell my mother.

"Mother, father said you are superficial."

I forgot how the story ended.

After all, I always remember to eat but not to fight.

History is always strikingly similar.

So I pulled my mother over and told her that I made the tea myself but my father was too screwy, and my daughter's filial piety was delayed, so it was useless...

——This thing is done, not very authentic.

When my father drank the whole cup of tea with a smile, I had an epiphany.

Since he happily sent Grandpa Wu Chi away, my mother didn't pay much attention to him for four days... He actually used me! And nothing happened after drinking the petal tea! After a while, I hugged him, and I still here I am!

My mother is so easy to coax.

I must not be so easy to coax in the future, sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm ashamed.

I'm a nice guy, I'm so naive.

Jiang, Da, Xia, Wu, Wei, Ren, father.

I sent a letter from Feige to tell my cousin, weeping blood every word.

Three months later, my cousin wrote back:

Shrimp is always better than fish.

It is said that after the cousin inherited his mother's "nine-appearing gods, dragons and ghosts" whip, Uncle Yu drove him out to wander around the world.It may be that I wrote a reply letter from a place called Everyday Shoulder, and that is why it was mailed to me so late, and the paper was still crumpled.

My cousin is so pitiful.

I decided to forgive him for taking so long to reply.

Pingping curled up more than thirteen,

Cardamom shoots early February.

I am 13 years old,

I finally know,

The origin of the nickname.

my mother

pregnant in October,

but I,

It was born by my father.

Grass,

was born.

my cousin

not me,

dear cousin.

Grass,

was born again.

so green grass,

I deserve to be,

Slytherin.

correct,

This is called,

Bean literature.

have no idea,

Anyone,

will wonder,

Since my father,

Formerly known as Jiang Prawn,

Why am I still surnamed Hua?

Very simple,

because I,

After grandma's last name.

wonderful wow,

Ulla!