I am in charge of your territory, and you are a pig in my territory

I haven't scored yet! ~

Where to look! ~~

At night, I was sitting under the lamp writing in my diary, and my mother came up to me and asked, "What do you write?" ”

Keep a journal. "I didn't lift my head.

Let me see. Mom poked her head out.

No, I'm in charge of my territory. I covered it with my hand and said hurriedly.

I'm your mother, and you can't hide something from me. "Mom is very reasonable.

It's nothing, it's just an ordinary diary. "I still haven't let go.

It's okay, what are you afraid of, I'll see. "Mom was getting a little impatient.

Didn't the ad say, 'I'm in charge of my territory.'" If I don't let you see it, you can't see it. I said-for-tat, without the slightest concession, but my heart was trembling, because after all, this was the first time I had spoken to my mother in such a tough tone.

I'm afraid there's a little secret, right? Mom said to me with a smile.

As soon as I heard this, I felt in my heart that my mother was distrustful of me: You ......I won't show it to you! ”

Oh, people are big ghosts, dare to call me? Get it! When I said this, my mother's hand also stretched out, which was a bit of a strong meaning to follow me.

Just then, Dad returned.

When my mother saw my father coming back, she said to him, "I said to look at her diary, but she won't let me, do you think she is hiding something from us?" ”

I was standing there with a somewhat distorted diary.

Daddy's face suddenly became cloudy, and he reached out to me, "Bring it!" ”

My heart was extremely disappointed, but I didn't dare to say more, so I could only pass it obediently.

Mom was a little anxious at this time, and as soon as her hand touched the diary, she was beaten back by her father with a "snap".

What's wrong with you? Mom's eyes widened.

What's wrong with you? That's what I told you. Don't remember? Dad asked Mom as he smoothed out the wrinkles in the notebook.

What privacy does the child have, and besides, does the child not care? Haven't you heard of some children who fall in love and become addicted to the Internet? I'll see if she's Jane God and what this is doing. "What Mom said seems to be reasonable.

Children's privacy should also be respected, and you should get your child's consent! The more you do this, the more blind the child will become, and he will not want to communicate with you. Dad said and gave me back the diary.

I was shocked, and I felt an inexplicable thrill in my heart.

Seeing my mother's criticism, I couldn't bear it, and I knew that she was also good for me. So I tugged at the corner of my father's clothes and said, "Mom and Dad, I'm so hungry!" I want to eat! ”

Mom and Dad laughed.

Mom said while tying her apron, "Okay, what do I do, what do you eat!" ”

Why? "I'm puzzled.

Because I'm in charge of my territory! ”

Thank you, friends! My happy mood is back, and I hope that friends and friends will not affect everyone because of my emotions. I apologize to everyone, life is more than 20,000 days, why don't we live each day happily?

Now that I'm down to business, someone else wants to buy my homestead. I don't understand, why are so many people worried about this place? The more you think about me, the less I sell. Ha ha!

Last time, someone said that it was sold, otherwise the village would have confiscated it. Mr. was anxious when he heard it, you pressed it down, Lao Tzu doesn't eat your brother's pants. Sir is an honest man, he belongs to people, I will not offend anyone, if people offend me, I will offend others.

Now it is the old dozen ** envy Jane in the village, asking if the homestead is for sale? The gentleman still refused and said, keep it.

The neighbor next to our homestead sold his homestead, and the same person wanted to buy us. Don't look at our small place, it's the main traffic artery.

The front row of the house belonged to another cadre in the village, but a vacant lot to the east of his house naturally became his. This is the so-called principle that there are people in the court who are easy to do.

Now we grow vegetables in other people's yards, and we don't even have a piece of land to grow vegetables. Last winter, I asked my husband to find a way to cover the homestead with a layer of soft soil, enclose it, and make use of it. Or it would be a waste of 6,000 yuan for our cushion soil flowers.

The gentleman kept shirking and said that there was no soil.

This year, the village party secretary spoke, and the gentleman tightened up, saying that he must pad some soil this winter, and then circle it up and use it. The province is covetous, because the front row encroaches on half of the homestead in the back row, and there is no way in and out of his side, no matter how you encroach on our area, we can enter and exit, because we have an aisle here.

Ha ha! We are not hard bones, and now is not the time to sell and buy. I'm in charge of my territory.