Chapter 1038
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First, I have to thank Qidian. If it wasn't for Qidian, I would always forget Aunt Eleven's birthday. It couldn't be helped. I would also forget my own birthday. If no one reminded me, it would always be an ordinary day that passed by quickly.
Old D wrote books and didn't talk about personal matters because life was heavy. There were always all kinds of hardships to raise a family. He wrote books to bring happiness to everyone. I'm sorry for saying those things.
Today was my birthday, so I wanted to share some happiness with everyone.
Old D's baby was more than a year old and couldn't speak yet. He was nicknamed God Beast. God Beasts liked to murmur to themselves. You couldn't understand what they were saying, but you could tell whether they were happy, angry, sad, or happy.
God Beasts were timid and didn't dare to touch unknown things. For example, if there was a goldfish in a basin, he would pull your hand and let you touch it to make sure there was no danger before you went to play.
God Beast had a big furry toy dog that he liked to drag on the floor. When he was tired, he would put the dog down and lie on it to rest, looking very satisfied.
No matter what it was, God Beast could use it as a toy. He wasn't picky at all. When he saw something he wanted, if he couldn't get it, he would shout for two minutes at most before giving up. He wouldn't roll around on the floor. Old D was happy. This was called being able to let go.
Speaking of being timid, there was one time when God Beast was playing with a beer can that he had never drunk before. No one paid attention to him and he was having fun. Suddenly, he started crying. He quickly went to take a look. It turned out that God Beast had used his teeth to bite the can and tore a gap. Beer foam sprayed out, scaring him. Old D was still happy. With this lesson, he wouldn't drink for a long time.
When Old D was writing, God Beast would disturb him. He would slowly rub against my leg and pretend to be intimate with me. Once he let down his guard, he would squeeze in front of the keyboard and start typing. Old D was computer illiterate and didn't know why God Beast could turn off the computer every time. It was all a shortcut.
It couldn't be helped. God Beast's genes had determined that he liked computers. Old D opened the laptop for him. Wasn't it just typing? God Beast sat on the keyboard and hurriedly hugged it. If he peed, the computer would be done for.
He had always heard people say that it was very hard to earn money for milk powder, and they always looked like they had suffered a lot. Yes, Old D was very happy. For the Mythological Beast, anything was worth it.
Aunt Eleven took care of the Mythological Beast and didn't let Old D do any housework. She also gave him a lot of pocket money. What else could Old D complain about? It was precisely because of this that Old D could write with peace of mind. The current update speed was all thanks to Aunt Eleven.
Brothers and sisters who love 'Badge', today is Aunt Eleven's birthday. Let's thank Aunt Eleven together with Old D for her contributions. Subscriptions, tips, updates, monthly votes, recommendations, clicks, favorites …
He couldn't write much in a thousand words. He only wrote a few fragments of his life.
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