Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 2110 Recalling the Little Boy

Mu Yuan tangled with the hand, the green light jumped, he was quite sorry, had to follow Jack's zebra crossing, the two walked down the street, here is a long day, only eight at night, although not The sun, the gray, the street lights are also very bright, there are many people walking along the road, there is a small lake under the mountain, the two often come to fish, quite familiar with this piece.

This road walked side by side. Mu Yuan wanted to take his hand many times. There were always all kinds of accidents. He didn’t meet anyone, but what Jack suddenly said, let him answer for a moment. Not waiting for it, etc., his wish to hold a small hand has not been implemented.

He thought, is he going to drunk Jack, can he hear one or two truths?

"How is your drink?" Mu said in a dark voice, carefully planning.

Jack thought for a moment, "It's good."

"That... drunk?"

"Have!"

Mu Yuan hit a ring in his heart, so good, it’s good to be drunk. Mu Yuan said nothing, "Oh, my drink is not very good. It is easy to lose my mind after getting drunk. What will you do after you get drunk?"

"go to bed."

Mu Yuan’s face is regrettable. Isn’t it useful to get drunk? He is drunk and sleeps. What kind of truth is it? Jack's lips bent and pressed down. "You are sorry?"

"No, no, I am very envious." Mu Yuan hurriedly clarified that his real name envy is good, so he is not afraid of being drunk and doing something wrong.

"Where are you going to the military camp?" Jack asked.

Mu Yuan said, "Before the elementary school, I was taken by my dad when I was five years old. At that time, I didn't train with people. Then I went to elementary school. We are a private school. There is just one stationed base next to me. I am going down. I went to the military camp for three or four hours to go home, and I had to go to the training all day. My mother was a university professor. I wanted to train some of my literary literacy. She didn’t agree with my dad’s education. Do not stop, secretly tell me, if I don't like it, tell her, she will help me. In fact, when I was a child, I liked painting very much. My sand paintings are good, the sketch is actually very good, that is... later When I grow up, the training is even more busy, so it will be unfamiliar over time."

He must be respectful.

The sketch on the drawing paper is too unsightly. I really didn't play the level. He didn't touch the brush after he was fifteen years old. It has been several years, and it will be strange to remember that the foundation is not very good. solid.

Jack was a chatter. He talked where he was, and asked him along the subject. "Later, you should not like the life of the military camp."

Too boring, too boring.

"I don't like it. When I was in school, I was still young. The rebellious period was earlier than others, and it was very skinny. I often provoked trouble. At first I thought that my dad would throw me a military camp and give me a lesson. Think about it, I went to class at four o'clock, then went to the military camp, went home at nine o'clock, didn't give a meal in the middle of the meal, and gave me a cup of water. I think he abused me? This is a vicious circle. The more he is, the more I am. The more unhappy I went, then I was mischievous there. After a long time, my father-son relationship was very bad. When I met, I quarreled. When my dad saw me, I would wave my whip. Fortunately, he was afraid, I went to my mother’s arms. He doesn't dare to fight."

(End of this chapter)