The story of chicken, bathhouse, laxatives and half annual leave makes my stomach ache.

When I was a child, my family raised several big cocks.

Especially big, the hair on the neck stood up when fighting, pecking at everyone, especially fierce.

That day, I played with my parents for half an hour while they were away. I was armed to the teeth, holding a stick and being pecked. Their mouths are too sharp, and their clothes are too sharp. I cried while playing, and I hated them. If my father didn't treat them as treasures, I really wanted to burn the torch henhouse. I'll go under the stone and take out my pocket money and leave.

When I got home, Wuye gave me medicine for three days. I looked around and found the garlic can at home. I mashed the medicine, then put it in a bowl and washed it with water. I was afraid that the chicken would not drink, so I put a lot of sugar in it. Looking at the yellow liquid, I secretly sneer, asking you to peck at me and pull you to death. I went to the yard with a bowl. Also pecked me, heartless, went to the sink, and I quickly poured the drain pipe in. At this moment, Hui Hui, the goddess of my childhood, poked her head out at the door and called to me: Come on, let's go and play.

To say that at that time, she was simply the sun in my heart, and her words made me stunned. I threw down the bowl, big nose cock, hurriedly took her hand. The two of them went to her house to play house together, but the good times always passed so quickly, and it was time for dinner in a blink of an eye, and I was reluctant to leave.

When I got home, mom, I said I was crazy again. Help me do some work quickly. I washed vegetables and mashed garlic. After a while, your father and some friends went home for dinner. I should cry. After washing the vegetables, I pounded the garlic in the jar and thought about the laughter with Teacher Zhou. As a result, the garlic changed color. It suddenly occurred to me that there was still a lot of laxative residue in this garlic jar.

During the dinner, Dad and his four brothers pushed for a change. This is a great pleasure. There is nothing in the garlic juice. After the two brothers had eaten their fill, Dad waved and went to take a bath.

There used to be a big boiler outside the bathhouse and a bath inside the door. At six o'clock in the morning, the woman washes in the local shop, and the man washes from one to five in the afternoon. A few people undressed and undressed and got drunk.

The pool was steaming, and my dad and them sat in it, blushing and enjoying themselves.

After I tried the water, it was too hot to go down, so I squatted by the pool. My father and my brothers chatted and said nothing. Suddenly my father frowned and his eyes suddenly opened. Then I saw my father soaking underwater, and a yellow water column roared out.

I looked at my dad in disbelief. My dad had diarrhea in the pool. My dad looked at me, bit his lip with his teeth and shook his head gently. Then he looked around and found you all unconscious in the water. He squatted by the pool with his hands, his body stretched straight, and he tried to stand up slowly, trying to get out. When my uncle heard the underwater sound, he opened his eyes in confusion and looked at my dad with a pout, right? have a good swim

My dad was silent, and the result was just coming out. Then he jumped down again. Whew, a string of yellow liquid gushed out. My uncle was shot in the head like this. His uncle was so shocked that he almost never turned his back when he wiped his face. He shouted, what are you doing? What is spewing out?

My dad yelled at me, I can't, and then he jumped out of the pool. My dad fell to the ground because he slipped barefoot. Regardless of the pain, he kept holding on to his ass. It didn't work at all. Incense sprayed from his five fingers in all directions, and he was very energetic.

At this time, the pool broke out again, and my uncle couldn't stand it. He plunged directly into the pool, which was almost yellow, and the remaining three uncles and brother-in-law jumped out at once.

I sat by the pool and watched with trepidation. My uncle stood up and ran out of the pool while smelling incense, and his face was blue. His uncle and brother-in-law looked at each other when they came out. They couldn't bear to overdo it, so they listened to two snows. The two brothers also began to spray, and the bathhouse was bombed. The four brothers are lying, standing, running and jumping, all in pain. For a while, they kept screaming.

On the wall, underground, by the pool and on the door, Huang Xiang is everywhere, really flying, and the mess inside finally shocked the outside. The uncle who saw the bathhouse thought it was playing, so he opened the door and looked directly.

If my dad is going to be a real man, he is so energetic. He was on the ground, shouting to get out of the way, and then in uncle's frightened eyes.

Uncle slammed the door and almost cried outside. I can feel the shock my father just gave him. Uncle shivered and said, "Brothers inside, do you have diarrhea?" That day has long gone down in history, becoming the headline news and after-dinner comment in our village. These four brothers let Huang fly in the bathhouse for a while.

After that, various versions emerged one after another, and the arguments were varied. It is also said that my father practiced an evil skill with them in the bathhouse.

Many years later, I will never forget the scene when they fainted in the bathhouse and when others helped my dad, my dad said weakly, don't touch me, I still want to pull.

Actually, I'm not wrong. What is wrong is that Wu Ye gave me too much medicine, so-called causal cycle, and karma is not good. Three days later, I fell into the French Open.

At that time, my father went to school that day and asked me for sick leave for half a year. . . . . .