80 military doctor's little wife

His sister is an occupational disease. Sometimes she has to use 84 to wash her hands. She wants to wash a layer of skin off her body. Although she hasn't got to that point, she has a habit of cleanliness under the influence of her sister.

He opened the door and was ready to go to the bathroom to wash his hands. Outside, Ren's mother was helping Wu Liang wash his hands. Wu Liang was willing to do so, but unwilling to do so. Ren's mother was kind enough to persuade him and promised him a lot of good things. Wu Liang Liang was happy. Ren's mother was just like her grandfather, so she almost knelt down, One more word

Master Jixiang, I washed your face, changed your clothes and cleaned your ass. Tang Xincheng thought of these, and then thought of the pig like life. He couldn't help fighting a cold war, and his scalp was numb.

It's not growing up. It's raising pigs and fattening them. Of course, it's killing and eating meat.

His sister said that when a young man is young, he should learn more, suffer more and work harder. In this way, no matter how many thorns and difficulties he has on his way to growth, he will be able to climb in the past, rather than retreat as long as he has a little hardship.

That's why my sister said that in the future, children's temperament will become too weak. It's not like that they can't bear the pressure, hang themselves and so on.

Anyway, he would not raise himself as a pig.

What's better when a pig, or when people can be more comfortable, self-esteem.

He went to the bathroom and washed the clothes he had changed. However, Ren's father came over and was also shocked.

"Cheng Cheng, what do you wash? Come on, my grandfather will wash it for you."

"No, grandfather. I'll do it myself."

Tang Xincheng squatted on the ground. Although his hands were very small, his movements were very fast. Of course, he was also very skilled. It was not like washing for the first time, nor was he eager to show anything.

And Ren's father squatted down with him. Naturally, he could see at a glance that Tang Xincheng was used to washing. He grasped the washing powder and how to wash it. He washed the cuff and collar first, and then went to wash other things. Every step was right, and every order was right.

"Cheng Cheng, do you often wash clothes at home?"

Ren's father thought that Ren Li abused Tang Xincheng. He also thought that all the children had to be like Wu Liangliang. From childhood, most of them were dressed to hand out their hands and ate to mouth. They couldn't have any problems. If there were any problems, they might be crying or making trouble.

Don't talk about washing clothes, Wu Liangliang sometimes pees his pants now.

Tang Xincheng washed his clothes seriously. "Most of our children have to wash their own clothes since they were young. I started to wash them when I was three years old. My sister said that even life can't take care of itself. It's not human, it's waste."

This sentence directly pierced Ren's father's heart, because Wu liangluan was nurtured as a waste by Ren Ying and Ren's mother. He was an 11 year old child. In the past, he could go to the fields and work as an adult's main laborer. But now, he can't even wear too much clothes, and sometimes he has to be fed by an adult.

If it sounds good, it's rubbish, but if it sounds bad, it's idiot, imbecile and retarded.

Since Ren Ying was young, most of them didn't have Ren Yingqiang. They all thought they had made Ren Ying like that. So from childhood to adulthood, they all preferred Ren Ying. However, no matter how much they preferred, the gap between Ren Ying and Ren Li didn't change because of their preference. In the end, Ren Ying became a pretty girl, She is also a good pianist, but her IQ is much worse than Ren Li's, but she has more heart and more performance.

But no matter in appearance, mind, or for the personnel department, learning, or even luck, Ren Ying is not as good as Ren Li's sister.

Both of them are their daughters, so they are supposed to be partial to the poor. If not, I don't know if the poor daughter can live in peace in the future.

Now Ren's father is thinking, is it because they are too doting, that's why Ren Ying has become like that and made those ugly things. They can't lift their heads all their lives, and that's why Ren Ying has given birth to a son like her.

They all hurt their eldest daughter once, but it's hard for them to do it again.

"Cheng Cheng, will grandfather take you home?"

Ren's father hesitated for a long time before he began to speak. However, when his words came out, he immediately regretted it, and it was too late for him to take back his words.

"Mom and I will go back tomorrow."

Tang Xincheng took another pot of clean water and put his washing clothes in it. "To be a man, you have to have a beginning. My mother promised to stay, so we will stay."

Ren Fu TU was relieved. In fact, his words were sincere, but he still regretted it. In fact, he really had an impulse to send the child away.

It's so innocent of him to be trapped in. However, when he thinks of Wu Liangliang again, he can only endure some things, and some things can be suppressed.

So in the end, he was selfish.

Tang Xincheng wring out his clothes and is ready to go to yang to dry them.

However, he suddenly turned his head and asked Ren Fu strangely.

"Grandfather, is there something you didn't tell me?"

And Tang Xincheng's words, also let Ren Fu's heart suddenly a clatter.

And he quickly smile again, "children's family, what do you think, how can grandfather have something not to say?"

He touched Tang Xincheng's head. "It's very late. Go to bed first."

"Oh..."

Tang Xincheng nodded and hung the clothes. Then he was ready to go to bed. However, he came with his schoolbag, and he had to finish his homework. He also had to go to bed without Monday's class preview.

Otherwise, when Monday passed, he was afraid of what the teacher said he didn't understand.

Even if his head is not bad, people are also very smart, but stupid birds all know to fly first, it is difficult, he does not know to fly first, the early bird has the worm to eat.

He went back to his own room, but somehow, it was still the lingering smell of mildew.

He was patient.

He took his schoolbag, did his homework, prepared for class, and finished everything before he was ready to go to bed.

He sighed and opened the quilt. He went in again. Anyway, he would make do with the last night. Anyway, he would stay here for a day or two at most. No matter what, he could make do with it.