wife addiction

What is different?

I thought about it and couldn't find the answer, so I simply ignored it and continued to do my own business.

The bamboo poles in the garden had been cleaned up by Zong Xian, and they were neatly placed aside. The messy ropes were sorted out one by one and put in my pocket. I picked up a bamboo pole and started to build a flower stand again.

Thinking that the last time I built it was not strong enough, I used more bamboo poles this time, and the base was completed around noon.

I want to use bamboo poles to build a bamboo tower. After the construction is completed, it can be placed in the twig flowers beside the pool. It must be a very beautiful scene. Zong Xian appreciated my proposal very much and gave me a large amount of financial support without hesitation.

Of course, the step of building a bamboo tower does not need to spend a lot of money, only a few bamboo poles are needed.

The crux of the problem is how to build this bamboo tower to be more stylish and stronger. I took the time to collect a lot of pictures of the tower, found a few models I liked, and then learned from each other, and then used my imagination to build what I wanted. The preliminary construction of the bamboo tower.

However, the ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny. I spent another afternoon working on it before erecting the two floors at the bottom.And because I have to take care of the flowers and plants and record their growth data, I have to postpone the construction of the bamboo tower.

During dinner, I was still thinking about the bamboo pagoda, so I drank a glass of water that Zong Xian handed over without knowing it.

"Why is it bitter again?" I frowned and asked Zong Xian.

Zong Xian shrugged, not paying attention: "To cool off the heat."

My brother looked at me suspiciously, took a sip from the cup next to him, and I saw Xiao Qian do the same thing, both of them were silent after drinking the water, only Xiao Qian frowned.

Zong Xian continued to eat as if nothing had happened, but I felt a little strange, this summer is almost over, why didn't he give me a drink early, and why didn't he give me a drink later, why did he give me a drink only these two days?

Thinking about what happened recently, I suddenly felt that I might be thinking too much. Maybe because my brother came, Zong Xian was afraid that my brother would suffer from heat stroke, so he took me with him a little bit. Because when I think about it carefully, the relationship between Zong Xian and my brother is actually It shouldn't be that bad, otherwise why would Zong Xian confront my elder brother tit-for-tat, but secretly defend him so much?Especially when Xiao Qian said that my brother is a shemale, and when I was scared by my brother, didn't he stand by my brother without hesitation?

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little relieved and a little lonely, my brother is much better than me, he will naturally win the favor of others, and no matter how hard I try, I am still an ordinary person and will always belong to the side that is abandoned.

I often think that if everyone is compared to a potted flower in God's garden, then in my pot, he must have forgotten to put the seed that can bloom, so when others are blooming, I I can only guard a pot of emptiness, be forgotten in a corner that no one knows, and silently count the stars that do not belong to me.

"Xiaoying," Zong Xian patted my shoulder and smiled at me, "Good night."

I looked at him, nodded, turned and went back to my room.

When I became familiar with the flowers and plants in the garden, Yun'er no longer studied gardening with me. She had her own work to do, and more importantly, she and her little boyfriend were busy preparing for the wedding.However, every morning, we still go for a run together.

After my brother moved in, he heard about our morning exercise and wanted to join us. However, he was too busy with work, and sometimes it was already midnight when he got home. Naturally, he didn’t have much energy to realize the great cause of running with us.

Zong Xian, on the other hand, joined our team the next day after my brother's yelling, and since then, it has been rain or shine.

This morning, Yun'er deliberately slowed down when she was running. When I caught up with her, she glanced at Zong Xian who had already left us by a long way, and asked me quietly: "Brother Ying, last night, two Is there anything the young master wants from you?"