After Becoming a Little Sister

"She can't see you!"

"...Yes!" Mr. Song took a deep breath and bowed to her solemnly: "Please!"

Ouch!

This frightened Baili, she jumped up on the spot, and then felt that something was wrong, she was not representing herself now, but the unnamed intelligence department behind her, and she tried to sit down again, but her butt only dared to touch the sofa halfway, The kind that is ready to run away at any time: "Then I will prepare now, wait a moment..."

The fishery boss who accompanied Mr. Song was a little puzzled: "What's the matter, old Song, are you so excited?"

"...I don't know what to say." Mr. Song sighed, picked up a disposable paper cup made of cheap tea bags in front of him, and drank a big cup of tea in a flustered way: "I...you have Have you ever experienced that kind of dreaming, half-dream and half-awake experience?"

"Yes, two days ago I dreamed of beating Lao Mi, and I just sank the Seventh Fleet. Good guy, Nimitz came here directly. I thought it was over, and I have to donate it today, and then back Hulala came a large group of aircraft, land-based take off, and then I remembered that you Wuyou Island can transfer!"

The head of fishery administration slapped his thigh: "At that time, I had the confidence, fuck it!"

Mr. Song rolled his eyes: "You just miss my half-lapo island, repair it! You can repair it! Don't say you take it for transit, even if you let me move it directly, I will pack my luggage now, no matter what!"

"Hey, hey, that's not what I meant, just mentioning it like this, it's good to have you guys here, at least it's nice to say it." The fishery boss said haha: "The dream you mentioned before, what kind of dream is it? ?”

"In the dream, I died."

"Yo, deep!"

"But I'm awake again—"

"Well, it's a bit of a stream of consciousness."

"My wife gave birth to a daughter for me."

"Your wife didn't give birth to a son for you. I didn't say it, Lao Song. It's the same to have boys and girls now. Girls are so good. If you get married, you can save a few years of struggle. Men are tired, you and I understand."

"Tsk! Can you listen to me!"

"Okay, okay, you say you say—"

He and Mr. Song are old friends for many years. When he was young, Mr. Song went to the southern coast. He was a little nobleman. Drop - the same as Brother Xun.

But times have changed, good times have come, people's lives are better, and the pursuit of dreams is also better.

The son of a small fisherman studied hard and made progress, and told Xiao Song that he would drive a large warship in the future—it was still 053H at that time. He was so excited that the warships of the Republic finally had anti-ship missiles!Let's celebrate!

Brother Song patted his chest and said, then I will build a warship for you!Make tons of it!Go out in the future and drive all those guys who chased us fishermen into the ditch!

Everyone hit it off, and now, one is a heavy industry giant and the other is a fishery boss. What remains unchanged is the relationship, but what has changed is the configuration of the warship.

What is the 055 big drive? There are only 112 vertical units. It blows hard, but it is not enough!

Come on, pull out our Type 55 A gunboat and wish the people of the whole country New Year's greetings!

The joyful feeling of shouting and shouting at the sight of the anti-ship missiles on the ship has long faded, and love will disappear. Now I am struggling with how to get more of the latest flat-top fishing boats. Song's Heavy Industries has more experience in forming an aircraft carrier battle group, and Mr. Song is an unswerving and trustworthy old friend. If not, why would he leave a lot of things behind and accompany him to swipe his face card in person.

Mr. Song recalled it for a while, and finally found that his mind was so messed up that he couldn't speak. He held back for 3 minutes and finally came out with six words: "It feels like rebirth!"

Well, there are two punctuation marks in the middle. If you don't make it clear, you will have to make the massage parlor supporters go crazy.

The head of the fishery administration smacked his mouth, tasted it, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "It's youth, I understand!"

Mr. Song ignored him, you know a hammer, you know, there is something complicated behind it!

My family knows about my own affairs. He used to hide some things in his heart and dared not say them, thinking they were fake, but now they suddenly broke out, and they directly crushed reason, making people unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy. —like those white butterflies who love paper.

What?A Zhai who fell in love with the paper man?

Forget it, they don't call them falling in love with paper people, they call them licking whoever looks good, that's the face of a greedy person.

Bai Li went fast and came back even faster, followed by an old man walking like a tiger.

The head of the fishery administration hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Minister Qin!"

"Well——" Minister Qin nodded, and then looked at Mr. Song: "Xiao Song, do you know something?"

"I……"

"I know it's not the time to talk about this, you should go meet them first, but I want to remind you." Minister Qin was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and patted his elbow lightly, with a low voice: " This involves something very important—very serious, and if the conjecture of the Academy of Sciences is confirmed, we may try to revise our national strategic focus in the next few months."

Mr. Song frowned: "Such a big move?!"

"Yes, and the probe launched to the moon in the first half of the year found some unusual things. I won't hide it from you, because you should be involved in this matter."

Minister Qin took a deep breath: "If, I mean if! If the conjecture is true, in the next few months, we may carry out a plan to forcefully land on the moon, and put the landing probe on it in one month. Moon sent manned spacecraft to near-moon orbit, and even directly to the moon! So...after this meeting, it is very likely that we will prohibit anyone from seeing them again, but you can rest assured that we will protect them."

"……I understand."

……

……

Lotus is reading a book.

Xiong Luoli is also reading a book.

Lianhua didn't read strange books, mainly because there were none here, she was reading a famous book she requested.

And Xiong Luoli was looking at a drawing book, writing and drawing on it with a crayon like a serious kid.

In the huge room, with the smell of pink bubbles, it looks like a princess room in a fairy tale.

Princesses always have to go through hardships, they can always sing and dance, and there is always a prince who belongs to them to save them.

Those who save themselves are not princesses, they are queens—such as Frozen.

There is no monitoring, no eavesdropping, not even the one-way transparent glass in the movie, everything is sincere enough.

Of course, you can't go out, you can't contact the outside world, you can't even contact the friends who came with you, everything is completely closed.

Xiong Luoli looked at the fancy picture book with satisfaction, and held it up, as if she had completed a masterpiece.

Lianhua glanced at the picture book, the talent of the architecture department was activated, and she pulled out all kinds of information hidden by Xiong Luoli from those seemingly chaotic lines, but she was dizzy from reading it, as if she was playing a big game of chess. After thinking about it for a while, he had to pull away quickly, rubbing his forehead with discomfort.

Xiong Luoli's innate skills are calmness in adversity, and her IQ is immediately full. At the moment, only she can understand the deduction she is doing. It is like a war game deduction using big data processing. There is no corresponding formula to solve it. It can shut down the supercomputer because it can't understand.

Xiong Luoli could understand it herself, she thought for a while, picked up a crayon and drew a strange symbol at the end, and then ticked it off.

Lotus closed the book: "Is there any result?"

"No, but what is there to worry about?" Xiong Luoli also closed her picture album: "It has something to do with Chuan Guo Yuxi, the most urgent thing is to find a hot and hateful woman, and then she can handle everything."

"It's that simple? Can Aya do it?"

"Yes, she can do it." Xiong Luoli nodded: "The premise is that there won't be another exactly like her in this place, then it will be a bit troublesome."

"why?"

"Because in that case, it means that we are the fire brigade—of course, we also have to worry about whether there is another me and another you in this world."

"..."

Lianhua couldn't understand anymore, she held Luoli Xiong in her arms: "So can we go home?"

"Of course you can, but it depends on which home you go back to."

"Wh-someone is coming!"

The doorbell rang, and Lianhua pursed her lips, turned off the TV that could only play movies and documentaries on demand, and stood up to open the door.

Xiong Luoli looked behind her with her head tilted, opened the picture book again, and made preparations among the messy doodles to see which line it was and where it should be connected.

Then they saw two people, an old man with white beard and hair, although they didn't know each other, but there were two general stars shining on his shoulders, they were of high rank and authority.

Behind the old man was a man with a delicate expression, even so subtle that it was a little stiff.

Lianhua looked at him, just looked at him like this, her pupils shrank slowly, and then slowly opened her mouth wide, full of disbelief——

"……dad?"

Xiong Luoli looked down at the picture album in her hand, sighed, and made a stroke in the most messy place.

This stroke makes the various lines that are already like balls of wool look like a dead knot...

Mr. Song stared at Lianhua closely: "You...what's your name?"

"Her name is Song Fuqu, and I'm Song Xiaomei." Xiong Luoli jumped off the bed, stepped on her little bear slippers, and walked over, holding the corner of her sister who was covering her mouth and trembling slightly, speechless: " I think we should have a good chat—what should I call you, Mr. Song? Or should I call you Papa?"

"..."

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"Why did you come?"

Bai Li looked at her watch: "Everyone who shouldn't have come faster than you."

"Your words sound like a joke. Those who should come will come, and those who shouldn't come will come. It's easy to offend people." The khaki-colored sister who looked a little haggard took off her sunglasses: "So what's the matter?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you broken in love?"

"No."

"Then why do you look like a witch with white hair all night, you look so scary!"

Baili looked at her little sister curiously. The two sisters knew each other a long time ago. When Baili was an ordinary operator, the khaki sister had just made her debut, so everyone bumped into each other. .

Bai Dongcheng is the little follower of the fairy sister, and Zhuang Gong Bawang is the elder brother of the fairy sister, which is another little aunt.

It's just that everyone has their own opinions. Baili usually calls her sister Zhuang Guangxin and asks her to call her aunt.

"Little sister, what's on your mind, tell aunt!"

"...It's okay." Sister Khaki put on her sunglasses again: "You said someone wants to see me, who is it?"

"That's amazing." Bai Li's eyes became weird, and she looked him up and down: "Did your parents really get you any younger siblings? The kind of illegitimate children?"

"No."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm the one who paid off all the debts of my family. What kind of family property would I have an illegitimate child? There's no condition for thinking about it."

"Then you have to be mentally prepared to wait."

"why?"

"Because that guy is called Zhuang Guangrui——before that, you have to draw a tube of blood first. Let's go for an appraisal and the result will come out soon."

"……it is good."

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