Good things don't happen every day, but good people are there every day. Tell me your story?

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On my way home from work last night, I rode a small electric donkey and ran a traffic light. I saw a 28-year-old woman riding a bicycle with a child sitting in the basket in front, which should be her son. At that time, I thought, this is too dangerous. But what surprises me more is yet to come. It's still red at this time, and everyone is waiting. I saw the woman staring at the bike and rushed over. Although there are not many cars at this traffic light, it is very fast. This behavior is really dangerous. And extremely irresponsible, originally * * * can't put heavy things in the bicycle basket, let alone children! And ran a red light! ! !

I really can't understand this wonderful behavior.

The new roommate is wonderful enough.

Nine of us were assigned to a place to teach, eight women and one man.

Teaching, the conditions will certainly not be much better, and there is certainly no need to teach in a good place. Many people are eager to go. So I don't have much hope for this place.

But! I never thought there would be no canteen here, but there is one elsewhere, except here. In a word, only that man and I can cook. His name is chef, and I am the chef.

Xiong Haizi is particularly noisy. He said every day, "Teacher, he pulled my schoolbag belt", "Teacher, he spilled ink all over me", "Teacher, he hit me" and "Teacher xxx cried again. Go and have a look. "

I have my hands full all day.

But it happened that my period came on the first day of teaching. I really don't want to say anything. I was so tired and painful that I almost lost consciousness at last.

But I still have to cook. After all, no one else can. In the backcountry, there is not even a steamed stuffed bun seller. If I don't cook, I can only starve to death.

On the first day, things were fine. I didn't know how to help, but the next day was terrible. They can't see anyone when they are cooking. I waited until a little after 12: 30. People came late and my hair was wet. I sat at the table and began to eat. What can I say when I'm still in the kitchen?

I am the nanny you hired. I’m not doing anything right now. Can't cook or learn? How can I go to the kitchen to cook after class and you won't help me?

Later, my other roommate really didn't like their behavior and asked them:

"I said what can I do for you? I don't see anyone when I'm cooking, but come when I'm eating. It's okay not to cook or eat, but it's not good for me to come over when I eat. "

As a result, the answer is very satisfactory:

"I see you cooking, and I won't get involved."

It seems wrong to say that you don't have to work hard. The more I know, the heavier it is.

My buddy has face blindness, and many wonderful things have happened to him. Once in the elevator, two people came halfway, one was his big boos and the other was his little boos. He only greeted big boos, ignoring little boos. His daughter-in-law was scared to death when she found out. That's not bad. Little boos is his immediate boss, and she won't give him a hard time in the future! His daughter-in-law hurriedly bought a gift and went to apologize to her husband at night. Unexpectedly, little boos is very open-minded, not only doesn't care, but also gives my buddy a promotion.

Walking in the street, brothers never say hello first. He doesn't say hello until others say hello to him. When I met my parents at the airport, my daughter-in-law and my in-laws met and talked, and then he went forward to talk to his parents.

We played a joke on him, saying that he got up every morning and didn't even know who the woman lying next to him was. He listened and laughed it off.

I remember my family was poor when I was a child. At that time, I was still in primary school, playing with friends and stealing other people's tomatoes in vegetable fields. As a result, I was particularly ignorant at that time. Seeing that the tomatoes were ripe, they sneaked into other people's vegetable fields, picked one, took a bite and threw one away. As a result, my father came back from work in the fields at night and heard that I had destroyed other people's vegetable fields. I didn't know who it was then. Without saying anything, my father beat me with a bamboo stick and asked me to apologize to the owner who destroyed the vegetable field. Fortunately, everyone knew him and didn't let my family suffer. Now that I think about it, if I hadn't been educated by my father, I might have gone astray. Now I have to tell the truth. If I hadn't hit me at that time, I might have "worked" Now my living standard is good. I am very grateful to my father for his education since I was a child. Although I know he can't bear to hit me, I can't help it. You can't show it to others without playing. I was really distressed at that time.

In a word, my story is that beating is kissing and scolding is love. Today's children will be really rebellious and disobedient if they don't start education.

Some blind dates are not wonderful, but the story that happened between him and me is interesting to others. For example, because he works in a special place, let's call him "Yuan Longping" (not a farmer).

I remember the first time we met. It was a coincidence. The place where my best friend asked us to have tea together happened to be in the park where he worked, so I asked him to meet him. He was very busy, so we dragged him to dinner before touching him. The world is small, too. My best friend had business contact with him in a project that was going on at that time. When she learned that this man was my blind date, she was surprised that this vicissitudes face was about my age. This mixed description makes me more curious about this low-key man who can't see any traces in his circle of friends. So at dinner, I hinted that since I was having tea with you, would you like to have dinner with my friends in the evening? I just met him. Yuan Longping pretended not to understand my subtext. I think he is a little shy. So the two of us simply drank some juice in the cafe in the park, talked for half an hour, and then said goodbye to him and went to have dinner with my friend. He sent me to the restaurant, turned around and left, and my friends and I began to complain about Yuan Longping's improper behavior.

When we were almost finished eating, his figure suddenly appeared at the door of the box. I saw him with a probe. After I met his eyes, he disappeared. . . . . It was not until we paid the bill that we found that he had already paid the bill for us. So I came to confirm the case number. This behavior won the favor of two girlfriends around me, so it also washed away his previously incomprehensible behavior. Feel free to share what you see on the Internet.

When I was a child, I played with my brother at my sister-in-law's house, and my sister-in-law took us to the fields.

At that time, adults were doing farm work. My brother and I were bored and went to the wild to pick fruit to eat. I don't know what kind of fruit it is. Anyway, my lips turned purple after eating.

The adults panicked and agreed that my brother and I were poisoned! Then their detoxification method is: mix yellow mud into fecal water and let my brother and I drink a bowl! Because they think this stuff is disgusting, my brother and I will definitely throw up after drinking it. Just throw up! Then ... my brother and I ate some unknown fruit, drank a bowl of dung soup, and finally didn't throw up.