Unmarried Dad[MTL]

Ch 3

Xiao Huaisu didn't recognize me, which is what I expected, after all, no one who knew me four years ago who had permed hair, got ear studs tattoos and smoked secretly like a punk would not wear glasses four years later. , Dressed properly, and my hair grew long enough to cover my face, I thought of it together.

Put me now in front of me four years ago, I will definitely give me a middle finger at me four years later and tell him to get out of the way, so I'm not surprised that Xiao Huaisu didn't recognize me, It's one thing to be separated for four years, and it's one thing to change too much, but that doesn't mean I'm not melancholy, I can't help but feel that time flies and things go wrong.

Four years ago, I vowed to dye my hair in 7 different colors. I heard that dyeing 7 colors can summon dragons. Of course, I was joking. In fact, there is an event in the barber shop. Hair, wash, cut and blow for free for life in the future, don't pretend to say, it's you, are you not excited? Whether you are heartbroken or not, I am heartbroken anyway.

When I was dragged by my dad's ear to Uncle Xiao's house that day, I was wearing a purple board, with shiny black studs on both ears, ripped jeans, and a loose fit over my upper body. A big t-shirt, big enough to fit two in. I still have room to spare, with a cross hanging around my neck. Although I was grabbed, I felt that no matter where I appeared in front of anyone, I would fly up cool because I felt That's what I call cool, so when I saw Xiao Huaisu on the sofa wearing a white shirt, suit pants, silver-rimmed glasses, and flipping through a book as thick as a brick, I thought he was really not cool at all. It's not cool, nor does he look cool, but it is undeniable that his facial features and face shape are a little bit more handsome than mine, but that kind of upright and elegant handsome is so young and ignorant that I can't describe it, I just feel - This guy is a good 13.

If I were to describe it now, it's like two of the words that Dazhang said before, Yarenshenzhi and Zhilan Yushu. These two words are really suitable for him.

Uncle Xiao and Li Zhi, that is, my dad is a comrade-in-arms. I heard that my dad also blocked a gun for Uncle Xiao. I think Li Zhi is bragging. In this peaceful and prosperous world, where can you block the gun, of course, challenge Li Zhi. The end is that a handsome young man was ruthlessly beaten into a pig's head by him, so that he walked like a fly in the school for several days. Later, I naturally knew that in this peaceful and prosperous world, there are more opportunities to block guns, more Go, it's just that most people can't see it, but to tell the truth, when I was sixteen or seventeen, I really felt that Li Zhi was bragging when he said that he had blocked a gun for Uncle Xiao. Besides, I was a rebellious teenager at that time. No one agrees, no one looks down on the second year of middle school. When I say this, I just want to say that Uncle Xiao and my dad have a good relationship.

Although Uncle Xiao and Li Zhi are comrades-in-arms and good friends, we both still live in the same community, but Xiao Huaisu and I, because of the huge age gap, naturally couldn't play together, and we didn't have the chance to play. As a little kid I have absolutely no interest in playing with a guy who does his homework and studies in the study room. Compared to me, I am more interested in the amusement facilities in the community. We really began to get acquainted with it when I was in junior high school. At that time, Xiao Huaisu I was already a college student. Li Zhi asked Xiao Huaisu, who came back from the summer vacation, to help me with my homework, but because Xiao Huaisu was busy with other things at that time, Li Zhi's idea did not come true, so I wasted another summer vacation.

But during the winter vacation, I was thrown into Xiao's house by Li Zhi. I started rebelling from high school, so I didn't dye my hair and get ear studs when I was in junior high school. Probably in Xiao Huaisu's eyes, I was just a person who hadn't opened his eyes yet. , a group of childish little kids, the impression probably stays a little naughty.