Pokémon the Second Reality

Xia Wushuang is in a semi-resigned state, and the advantage is that he has freedom. If he doesn't commit suicide, he can sleep until he wakes up naturally. It happens that Shangguan Qinglin is still in graduate school, and even if he is interning with his tutor, he still has a lot of free time. I don't know how long this long drought lasted. Anyway, when he got out of bed, he almost fell on the ground.

Shangguan Qinglin put her arms around his neck and asked: "Dear Mr. Wushuang, do you want to leave your little wife behind?"

Xia Wushuang bit her ear, and his big hands that had always been naughty slipped into the bed very dishonestly. Shangguan Qinglin bit her lip gently and said teasingly: "Guanren, do you want to eat people?"

Xia Wushuang kissed her on the forehead, took out the evil hand from the quilt, and said: "We only had one meal today, I don't care, a rough guy, but how can I let my My little wife is starving, so be it, I'll go nearby and buy some of my specialty vegetables to replenish your health."

"I'm so hungry," Shangguan Qinglin said, and then she felt a little nervous, especially after experiencing so much physical exertion. Not only Xia Wushuang, she also felt that her legs were weak at this moment, and whether she could walk was a problem.

From a "girl" to a woman, except for the vague pain in her body, Shangguan Qinglin's heart was filled with sweetness.

With a look of pleading in her eyes, she said, "I want to go with you."

"Don't make trouble," Xia Wushuang said distressedly: "men can do the rough work of buying food and cooking."

Shangguan Qinglin sat up, still wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear: "I want to do everything with you, even the most tedious and tasteless oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea."

Shangguan Qinglin has read a lot of books. She doesn’t know much about how people of our generation should live. She only knows that her grandmother has always kept a secret from her grandfather since she was a child. In fact, it is not a big deal. One is rusty. Just an iron box. In middle school, when Shangguan Qinglin was picking up books, she accidentally found this in the secret room of the study. At first, she just thought it was a gift that had been forgotten in time. When she picked it up, she saw a group photo in it.

The black-and-white group photo was nothing more than ordinary in that era. The background was a township office, and there was a slogan unique to that era on the wall: "Intellectual youth go to the mountains and go to the countryside." In the black-and-white photo is her grandmother when she was young, as pure as the branches of a poplar tree; next to her is an unusually handsome young man with a particularly clear white smile. Even across the years, you can even see the sparkle in his eyes.

Shangguan Qinglin never asked her grandma. She only knew that grandma had not answered any of the letters in the box. In her impression, her grandmother didn't talk much when she was alive. Especially when she was old, she talked even less. If it was the person in the photo who grew old with her later, maybe she would be smiling a lot for the rest of her life.

Not sure.

In her later years, when my grandmother couldn't remember things clearly, she once repeatedly wrote a sentence in her notebook: "You are destined to have no fate in this life, so don't expect the next life." Shangguan Qinglin always felt that this sentence was more sad than "If I have a chance, I will grow old with you in the next life." What you can't get in this life can't be exchanged in ten lifetimes.

Therefore, she really cares about Xia Wushuang. Even in the future, whether he can walk through the door of her house is still a question.

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The days are short in winter, and night falls before five o'clock.

Shangguan Qinglin and Xia Wushuang held hands and went downstairs, with Yezi following them all the way.

This dog is not a fuel-efficient one. Despite its small size, it would dare to challenge wolves and dogs whenever they encounter them in the community. Shangguan Qinglin pulls it diligently, otherwise it would have fought seven or eight dogs each time it was outside the community. shelf.

Xia Wushuang just smiled and asked: "Lin, this dog looks like someone, he looks like he is not afraid of anything."

Shangguan Qinglin leaned in his arms and cursed: "The same raccoon dog"

Two streets away was the vegetable market. Xia Wushuang and the two bought a pound of pork ribs, some green onions, ginger, garlic, some aniseed ingredients for stew, some red dates, and a section of winter melon. Shangguan Qinglin was as excited as if she had been deceived by her parents the day before. Children going to school. This is completely different from her life. After all, in her eyes, turning a pile of ingredients into delicious food is simply a great thing.

After shopping for groceries, two blocks away is Starbucks. Xia Wushuang made an appointment with the insider to meet at Starbucks at 5:30, and he just walked in with a big bag of vegetables.

Xia Wushuang, who carried a bag of vegetables into Starbucks, obviously attracted many disdainful looks.

Shangguan Qinglin stood at the door, watching this scene from a distance, her heart was filled with joy: This is my man

Let's talk about Xia Wushuang's side. The insider was wrapped up so tightly that he couldn't even see his face. When Xia Wushuang walked over, the other party said two words directly: one was, "Someone wants to touch you, and they have even let him go on the road." Whoever got the reporter Xia Wushuang's hand asked for 100,000 yuan; another thing was that "Black Brother" had invited professionals from abroad to come back and vowed to find out the "eye of the sky" who spread the news online. , they are planning a large-scale public relations campaign, which is said to be involved in the tens of billions of Jinshan Island development projects.

When Xia Wushuang walked out of Starbucks, he cursed: "These days, I'm really afraid that gangsters are educated."

It seems that the newspaper matter cannot be delayed. He has to get the manuscript out tonight. Once the manuscript is published, if anyone touches him, it will mean that there is no silver 300 taels in this place. As for large-scale public relations activities, he can only deal with them after seeing them. He is not afraid of planning such things. The art of writing cannot be studied and understood by a few gangsters.

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