He endured a false reputation that he shouldn't have at his age.

He actually got a nickname!

He can recognize the Chinese version of Casanova!

However, the knowledge level of these children limits their imagination, so they call him a little hooligan!

How ugly!

He was very unhappy.

However, he really doesn't care. When the information age comes, everyone has seen the turbulent waves. His little thing can only be called pediatrics.

But it's hard to face the elder sister who is looking at him with her eyes squintingly.

"Boss Ling, is there any good things? I am your brother! What's this look?" Ling Er couldn't resist the contempt and mocking look of his dear sister.

"I feel embarrassed!" Ling Yi said angrily, "We have to lose all our faces, so can't you set an example for them?"

"Sister, don't make trouble. What's wrong with me playing a game?" Ling Er didn't know how to explain.

"It's all seen the light, is it disgusting?" The eldest sister couldn't find a suitable word for a moment, and she gestured randomly with her hands, "You're so embarrassed, I'm sorry!"

"You are old stubborn. Can you be a little open-minded? This is not the 1950s and 1960s. You still have to look at it from the perspective of appreciating art." In order to show your firm determination to art, he neatly cut the photos from the magazines he brought back from Pujiang, including Vivien Leigh, Marilyn Monroe, Greta Garbo, and Hepburn.

Of course, there is also his favorite Monica Beluch, who was willing to bring it back with her because of the magazine.

After cutting it off, he put it openly on the head of his bed with tape, and posted a picture in the third house. The third one didn't say anything, but the eldest one was happy with his mouth.

"Nothing." The eldest sister couldn't laugh or cry.

"Look, our men's aesthetics are the same." Ling Er pointed at the third brother, who was so scared that he pursed his lips. It would be better not to burn the war to the point of being so hot.

"Don't take the third brother bad too." The eldest sister was even more angry, "You don't even learn well at a young age."

She couldn't control Ling Er, but the third brother was still on the right path, so she had to take over the third brother's ideological work.

By cleaning, she began to accidentally read the extracurricular book that the third brother was reading. The inappropriate title page of "The Girl of Camellia" attracted her attention. As soon as she turned two pages, she was so scared that she was out of her mind.

"You dead child, you didn't go on the right path." She was so confused that she wanted to cry.

"I borrowed this from the school library." The third brother couldn't explain it, because every word in the book exuded a strong sense of carnality. I was afraid that my elder sister would not believe it, so she showed the seal of the library and said, "Look, this is the library's poke."

Ling Er laughed.

After watching the brother and brother making a fuss there for a long time, he pointed to the words on the title page and said to his elder sister, "Look, you must read the classics. You can understand these four words. This is the art of literature recognized by the state. If you don't understand, don't mess around, okay?"

"I've bullied me before, right?" For some reason, her tears suddenly came down.

"Don't, who's bullying you?" Ling Er panicked and hurriedly looked for a towel to find tears for her. This was a bit sudden. He didn't expect it and admitted his guilt, "What you said is right, okay, I admit my mistake."

Then he kicked the third child again, "I will read this kind of book well in the future. I am young and I won't learn it well."

The third brother scratched his head and sighed secretly, it was a disaster.

"It's you." The eldest sister realized that she had lost her composure. She looked at Ling Er angrily and hid in her house.

In the middle of the night, Ling Er heard the sound of rushing water. When he opened his eyes, he also remembered the night.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard my elder sister shouting, "What clothes should I wash in the middle of the night? I will wash it for you tomorrow."

"I'll wash myself." The third brother replied.

"It's dark and I don't turn on the lights." Ling Er pulled the lights in the yard. The third brother was rubbing his underwear by the well. When he saw his brother coming, he simply lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Ling Er laughed twice and understood in an instant, who didn’t have this kind of thing during adolescence?

After running back from the toilet, I burrowed into my quilt, so I naturally didn't care about this kind of mess.

The special snow cream for Lao Si was brought back from Pujiang by Ling Er. Suddenly, a large piece of the paste, which was originally flat and smooth, was dug into a hole, and it was obvious that it was made of nails.

The first thing she excluded was her eldest sister. She didn't care about it, but she also had it.

The second rule is that the fifth one is Lao Wu. If it is made by the little girl, she will not leave it for her at all, and it will definitely be everywhere.

With the attitude of not being unfair to accuse a good person, she took advantage of the breakfast to sniff at her family one by one, and the fragrance on her second brother was everywhere.

She was so familiar with this fragrance.

"You steal my flake cream." She glared.

"I borrow it, how can I be considered stealing?" The third brother stammered. He also likes to dress up now. His shirt must be neat and no matter what shoes he wears, it must be clean.

"A little bit of trouble, I'll be finished. I won't go to school, so I'll see what time it will take." Ling Er shook his watch at the two of them.

Lao Wu held his own small iron bowl and put it down halfway through the meal. There was still a lot of porridge in it. Ling Er scolded her for finishing her eating. Seeing that her tears were about to burst out, she hurriedly remedy, "If you don't eat it, you're going to school."

Now every morning, he sends Lao Wu to kindergarten, but it is not a good time. He just wants to reduce the burden on his elder sister.

There are only two or three kindergartens in the city, the closest one is three miles away from home.

He pushed the bicycle out, and a bamboo child seat was fixed on the back seat of the bicycle. Lao Wu sat on it, holding a small bread in his hand, and refused to eat porridge in the morning, just to wait for this.

When I arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, I first set up the car, then carried her down, and told me, "Listen to the teacher and wait for your elder sister to pick you up. Do you want to worship me?"

"No, I'm not willing to pay homage." Lao Wu had no time to pay attention to her. The road was bumpy, and the small bread in his hand had not yet been taken down. If he didn't finish it quickly, he would share it with everyone when he entered it.

Ling Er watched her enter the school before he was about to leave. The moment he turned around, he felt something was wrong!

Where is his bicycle?

He was very sure that he came by riding a bicycle, and he was very sure that his bicycle was parked at the door!

At a young age, not yet at the level of Alzheimer's disease!

How many minutes are this?

"This thief is too dedicated! It's early in the morning." He gritted his teeth and walked around the surroundings, and his bicycle was lost.

The thief has worked so hard, what reason does he have to not work hard?

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