Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Dodo's surname is Wang, and she is four years younger than him. According to her grandfather's leak, it seems that Dodo is not his granddaughter.

As for the specific situation, no matter how he and Dodo insinuated, grandpa would not reveal half of it.

But grandpa's attitude is already very telling, isn't it?

Duo Duo is very beautiful, she is still in junior high school, and is recognized as a school girl in the whole school.

The tips of her graceful eyebrows are slightly raised, and her pair of phoenix eyes are unexpectedly agile and lively.

The little nose is not as straight as his, but it is very dexterous, especially when grandpa is cooking, it wrinkles and wrinkles, and he can smell what kind of food he is cooking today from a long distance away.

The mouth is not big, but it is crystal clear and moist, pink and tender, making people want to take a bite...

Of course, he didn't bite...

Grandpa is very strict, even if he grew up with Dodo, he has never had a chance to get close to Dodo...

But... this time...

Looking at the blacked-out family portrait of his father in his hand, he simply put it into the backpack and pulled hard to tie the straps of the backpack.

Picking up the backpack, got up and walked out.

On the desktop in the room, on a whiteboard, a line of characters written with an electronic pen reveals rebelliousness and rebellion.

'...Grandpa, I decided to go, don't read——Liu Qi! '

Chapter 783 New Year

"Welcome to the morning news. Today's main content is that when the Chinese New Year is approaching, the first batch of stationed personnel on the 'Navigator' space station will return, successfully completing the 20 to [-]-year stationing work!

Residents of underground cities all over the world are eagerly looking forward to the return of space heroes. For this reason, various celebrations have been held in various places. Next, let’s go to the scene to learn about the situation..."

Beijing No. [-] Underground City, on the central square, the fresh air system is constantly running, replacing the air, bringing a touch of freshness to the lively central square.

In a corner of the square, two old men stood there, holding personal terminals in their hands, whispering something in their mouths.

"Old and old, the year is good, there is a wind for three days, and a rain for five days, the wind does not break (zhe) break (she) the trees, the rain does not hurt the seedlings, the horses are released to Nanshan, the knives and guns are stored in the warehouse, the scene of peace, take it first Let's talk about the weather!"

"how is the weather?"

"In old age, the weather is really cold when it's cold, and it's really hot when it's hot."

"how?"

"When it's cold, it's so cold that you don't dare to go out in three or nine days. You can go out. Like your body, you need to wear more clothes, and the protective clothing is not enough. You have to wear two layers, and bring a heat source to heat it at any time. That's all you have to do. If you succeed, you dare not shake hands when you see people talking!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of? Your hands are sweaty. When the two of you shake hands, the cool breeze blows and you freeze together."

"then what should we do?"

"After driving past the day and night line, go to America to find the sun!"

"Oh! Can't wait!"

"Then hurry back to the dungeon, boil a pot of water by the side of the ion flame, pour it on, while it's hot, pop! Open!

As the old saying goes, those who "water friends" and "water friends" come from here..."

The two old people said one sentence to you, and one sentence to me. The conversation between you and me was very lively, but the people listening around did not respond.

No way, this cross talk is fake and exaggerated in the past, but if it is put into the present, it will be a bloody and cruel reality!

Just like this kind of cross talk that sprinkles salt on the wound, if someone doesn't throw rotten eggs, it's because supplies are tight, and you still want to laugh?go play you!

"Stop, stop, Brother Wang, I always feel that this cross talk is a little bit wrong. Do we really want to perform this in this year's Spring Festival Gala?"

An old man with rimless square glasses on his head, always with a three-point smile on his face, and wearing a red overalls, looked at his partner beside him with a slightly hesitant tone.

"...Then what's the matter? I'm not a professional cross talk talker. I only memorized a few episodes in total. I've basically finished performing them over the years. I pick and choose, and this is the only thing left..."

"... Otherwise, let's not go to school this year. We have been going to school for ten years, and this year will be a good year..."

Hearing this, the partner thought for a while, nodded slightly, then turned his head to look at the person beside him, raised his gray eyebrows, waved his hand and said:

"You heard it too. Lao Han and I really can't come up with anything suitable. This year's cultural performance will not count the two of us. We are all in our 60s, so it's time to take a good rest..."

On the side, the young staff member of the neighborhood committee hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, exchanged glances with his colleagues, and asked in embarrassment:

"...Old Wang, Elder Han, since the establishment of our No. [-] Dungeon, you and the two of us have been indispensable for the Spring Festival every year. Look, should we think of a way!"

"Think shit!"

Old man Wang was completely impatient, picked up a thermos cup from the stool beside him, unscrewed it, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then said:

"Our literary and artistic work in Dungeon No. [-] can't be supported by me and Lao Han, can it? Then what do you young people do?

It is your task in itself, and Lao Han and I are simply bored to help you, and even if there is something wrong with this help..."

Tighten the lid of the cup, put it aside casually, looked at the two young men in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"...You have also watched our work, it's not that we don't help, it's really inappropriate, we can't let the two of us add up to a hundred years old, and let someone blow you down on the stage, right?

Save us some face, okay? "

Having said all this, the staff of the neighborhood committee had no choice but to cry, nodded, closed the personal terminal in their hands, looked at the two old people and said:

"...Then... trouble you two uncles, the dumplings prepared for us by our neighborhood committee, remember to eat them at noon later!

By the way, every elderly over 60 years old has a 100 yuan red envelope, please remember to receive it when you find time, it is in your personal terminal account!

I wish the two uncles a happy new year in advance and everything goes well! "

Hearing this, Old Man Wang's complexion finally improved a lot, he smiled slightly, waved his hand and said:

"Okay, with your auspicious words, you and I, Uncle Han, also wish you a happy new year, smooth work, and serve the people well!

OK, let's go! "

Saying that, he waved his hand again, called the old man Han beside him, turned his head and walked towards home.

"...I said, Lao Han, when do you have your holiday?"

Among the hustle and bustle of the crowd, two old men walked leisurely on the passage leading to the residential area. There were snack and drink stalls on both sides, selling all kinds of food.

Of course, the types of food seem to be quite rich, but the raw materials are very monotonous, not earthworms, mealworms, cockroaches, locusts and the like.