svetikya Chapter 820 Would you like a meatball?
Chapter 820 Would you like a meatball?
I don't want to talk to myself anymore. Why do you have this expression? What a weird guy, isn't he? Just talking to myself and then you have this expression...
Bruno Linxi didn't want to say much, yawned, and felt a little sleepy...
I feel a little tired, really tired.
When it is too hot, in order to make the body return to so-called normal, it is necessary to be extremely tired, which means consuming a lot of elemental power to keep the body temperature at the normal threshold, not overheating or too cold, but maintaining a stable body temperature.
"..."
Le Lan didn't know what to say anymore, she was completely stunned...
What was he talking about? Falling in love with oneself was natural, but when someone said that, was he truly so confident? He was quite different from the person others saw him as. Well, not much…
"I'm very grateful for your future. There will definitely be more people who like me. After all, Mom said that I'm a good person and will definitely be liked by others. It's just that some people will definitely not like me because it's difficult to satisfy everyone in this world. To be honest, it would be great if Mom could understand this. Alas, I always feel that Mom is doing her best to make everyone happy..."
I felt even more sleepy. The elemental power in my body had basically been used up. I started to feel tired for a long time and needed to go to a cool place to prevent my body from overheating. After all, cooling requires extra energy.
This is perfectly normal, isn't it?
It takes energy to cool something, and it takes energy to heat something to maintain the temperature. Of course, it also takes energy...
"I can feel that the teacher is indeed like this. For a long time, the teacher has been too quiet. I can feel that the teacher has a passionate heart, but a cold soul. To be honest, it's a very strange feeling. He doesn't seem like a real person, but more like someone who was pieced together..."
A strange man, isn't he?
"To be honest, I sometimes find my mom's soliloquy strange, but that's normal. After all, there are a lot of things she likes... and there are also a lot of things she hates, right?"
Just like there are always people who like it and people who hate it... Mom is just too contradictory... This is normal, isn't it?
This world needs to tolerate human diversity, just like people tolerate unique flowers, unique fruits, and unique pets...
"I can sense that you, like the teacher, are somewhat strange. You're a very cold person, but right now you feel very comfortable in your heart... like a blooming flower. You need to look down to see it... It's so interesting to truly perceive all of this. Honestly, how tall will you grow?"
"I'll be as tall as my mom, or at least taller than her. That would be great, wouldn't it? I want to be taller than my mom..."
I hope to grow taller than my mother with all my heart.
If I were taller than my mother, everyone would be more afraid of me. Yes, that's right, this is the person I want to be, a child taller than my mother and full of hope. Well, in the future, my mother won't always be by my side. I need more time to face this life. Mom, mom, when will you be by my side forever? I don't want you to close your eyes. I don't want you to grow up in pain.
"You really want to be taller than your mother. To be honest, I've only seen a few women as tall as teachers. It's a little unbelievable..."
When Nuo Linxi puts on shoes, his height is almost 175cm, which is a very rare height for men.
Of course my mother is tall. After all, she said she really likes the way she looks tall, and she spent a lot of time and used many methods to achieve it...
"I will definitely grow taller than Mom. Mom said I could!"
My mother said I could grow taller. Although I don't look like a child, I'm still too young. It would be better if I grew taller. At least it would be easier to accumulate authority, and the teachers wouldn't always treat me like a child. I'm not a child...
I'm not a child anymore!
It is normal for children to be eager to grow up.
The world should understand that adults are subject to far fewer restrictions than children. Children all long to become adults. Once they become adults, they will not be so painful, they will not be unable to do anything, and everything will become better, right?
Children all think this way, but they don’t know that the world is not what they think it is.
Brunolinsi thought so for a long time.
A very good day...
What's the dish today? I heard it's Mondstadt's chef, a newbie, so I wonder what they'll be serving?
Fried carrot balls?
I've never eaten anything like it before. I tried the flour and the meatballs were wrapped in it. They tasted really good. The inside had the flavor of radish and was extra crispy...
This is really delicious, and I think it's something my mom would enjoy. Would she like this? Maybe...
I saved one of the two skewers to give to my mother. I don’t like to eat too much, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable. A little bit for a long time is enough.
"mom!"
"My dear little one, what's wrong?"
Mom was looking at today's mail. It had clearly already been delivered, right? Why had the postman delivered a few more this evening? Before I could react, Mom practically held me in her arms. She smelled familiar, a very fragrant scent...
"This is for mom. Do you like it?"
Fried carrot balls...
There was once a child who also loved to eat.
I haven't eaten it for a long time...
This kind of thing was only used for visiting graves. That's right, this kind of thing was only used for visiting graves...
"Mom hasn't eaten it for a long time, let me try it..."
A familiar, overpowering smell. I lowered my head, feeling a wave of discomfort in my heart. Why was it so uncomfortable? There was no answer, just like my heart was always aching. There was no answer...
"Well, what's wrong? Mommy doesn't want to eat this?"
Nuolinxi held the bunch of meatballs, hesitant to eat them. Finally, after the child reminded her, she carefully took a bite. It was still a familiar taste, a familiar yet unfamiliar taste. She recalled her previous meeting with the other party, and recalled the cute child who called her sister all the time. What a beautiful memory...
When memories touch my heart, I feel pain.