Puppet Taobao store

Qi Wu stared at the phone in a daze for a long time, and he couldn't describe his current mood.

He has the illusion that it is his fault that the puppet he made has harmed someone.

Qi Wu put down his cell phone, and after a brief wash, he pushed open the door of the workshop.

The workshop was the second bedroom and study room opened up when his father was still there, in exchange for a large space to make dolls, so that Qi Wu slept on the floor for four years.

He always felt that he was going to get rheumatism when he was old.

There are two rows of display shelves on both sides of the workshop, and there are all kinds of dolls on the shelves.Because of the limited space, the large dolls were also shrunk with spiritual power, and there were many mass-produced dolls against the wall.In the middle of the work room, there is a desk surrounded by various tools.

Qi Wu walked past the display cabinets and glanced at the puppets made by him and his father one by one, only then could he feel his heart calm down a little bit.

Qi Wu walked back to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out several large books bound on A4 paper, which were as thick as dictionaries, and divided into several sets, with four simple characters "Qijia Baodian" on them.

In fact, Qi Wu, who turned out to be a dilapidated ancestral masterpiece, had the illusion of being dismembered every time he turned it over, so he bought a few stacks of A4 paper and printed it at home.

Made just like this, it can definitely be handed down to the second generation or even the eternal world as a classic!

Qi Wu opened the classics again, and looked up the places he might have overlooked.

The sun outside was getting hotter and hotter, rising to one degree almost every hour. The green trees on both sides of the street suddenly looked decayed under the scorching light, and there seemed to be an unreal halo in the air, cutting off the space in a trance.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians, and most shops have closed their glass doors. The takeaway guys are the ones who shuttle most on the street, and the burning sensation is everywhere.

At this time, more people took their lunch from the delivery guy, Qi Wu's cell phone rang several times in the bedroom, the screen went dark, and it turned on again after a while.

However, none of this has anything to do with Qi Wu. The air conditioner in his workplace is [-] degrees, because he is used to hunger in his life alone, and even feels that being hungry is a proper reaction.

It's not easy to take a serious look at the experience of the seniors, and Qi Wu didn't want to lose his enthusiasm after the interruption.

On the other side, Yan Jun was sitting in the car blowing on the air conditioner, listening anxiously to the unchanging mechanical sound on the phone.

When the car passed Gusong Building, Yan Jun stopped and went in to pack the food.

"Boss...Maybe Mr. Qi has eaten it." Maybe he was eating, Assistant Yang reminded.

"No," Yan Jun changed his lying position, "I was going to have dinner yesterday, but I found out that he only has one potato at home."

"Is that called takeaway?"

"I've called him more than a dozen times. If he looked at his phone, he would definitely call me first instead of the takeaway." Yan Juan was sure, "So he's either not awake or the phone fell into the toilet. "

"..." Assistant Yang was speechless, and sat in the passenger seat and turned on the computer to deal with business.

Lao Gang drove in a serious manner, but his eyes occasionally fell on the rearview mirror.

Yan Jun sat at the back and changed several positions, and after a while, he still couldn't help but say, "You guys said, can a potato make a dish?"

"Half plate is fine." Assistant Yang said skillfully.

Yan Jun began to change positions again.

After the car drove into the community, Yan Jun was the first to get out of the car, the sun was so bright that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

Lao Gang walked around the front of the car to Yanjun's side, and opened the big black umbrella to shield Yanjun from the scorching sun.

Yan Jun waved his hand: "No need, just a few steps into the community, you made us look like condolences."

Lao Gang: "..."

Lao Gang took back his umbrella and looked at Assistant Yang who hadn't come down: "Aren't you going down?"

Assistant Yang sneered and ignored the big fool.

"Find a place to sit on your own, and I'll go up." Yan Jun stepped into the lobby with his long legs, pressed the buttons and waited for the elevator.

Lao Gang was in a hurry, and followed a few steps: "Master Liu..."

"No," Yan Jun interrupted him, "two choices, one to go up and wait outside, and one to find a place to play by yourself."

"Protect the sixth master." Lao Gang was steadfast, preferring to guard outside the door.

Yan Jun didn't persuade him much, he did as he wanted.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator opened, and the two stepped in. Just as Lao Gang pressed the door close button, a man broke in when the door was about to close.

The man who came in was dressed fancy, his eyes lit up when he saw Yan Jun.

Lao Gang dutifully took two steps away from Yan Jun, looking casually but vigilantly at the man.

Yan Jun's eyes have been attracted by the small advertisements in the elevator since he came in, especially the warning sign of "Do not paste small advertisements at random" with a small note for selling medicines.

Yan Jun seems to have realized some business opportunities.

The flashy man glanced at the buttons that were lit except for himself, and he was on the tenth floor, so he went out first.After thinking about it, the man glanced shyly at Yan Jun, took out his post-it note, wrote down his WeChat ID and gave it to him, and went out just as the door opened.

Lao Gang looked at the post-it note in Mr. Liu's hand, and the worry on his face couldn't be concealed. Why does Mr. Liu always attract strange people of the same sex?

Yan Jun looked carefully at the post-it note in his hand, feeling extremely comfortable. It turned out that there are still people who appreciate his male blackness, and Qi Wu is just an example.

The door opened, and Yan Jun, who was in an unusually cheerful mood, casually slapped the post-it note under the drug advertisement.

Yan Jun walked to the door of Qi Wu's house, thought for a while, snatched the packaged meal from Lao Gang, and rang the doorbell unhurriedly.

The doorbell rang for a long time before it stopped. Yan Jun waited for a while, but nothing happened.I couldn't help pressing it again, one wave stopped and another wave started again, and no one opened the door after repeated several times.

Yan Jun was a little irritable, crossing his arms with the food in his hands and thinking, always suspecting that the other party dropped the toilet with his mobile phone.

After waiting for a while, Yan Jun couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his gaze to Lao Gang: "Old Gang, I remember you repaired locks at home before you joined the army, right?"

Lao Gang hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth: "I used to repair cars."

"..." Yan Jun turned around and thought about the chances of hitting the door.

"Master Six..."

"Ok?"

"If Mr. Qi has a fever, you are so delayed..."

"He's going to be a fool." Yan Jun didn't hesitate anymore, and was about to knock on the door.

As soon as he hit it, the door was opened, and as soon as Qi Wu opened the door, he saw a black shadow pretending to be himself.

Seeing the door open, Yan Jun changed his posture into a hug halfway, and immediately embraced Qi Wu.

Qi Wu was hit by the impact and staggered a few steps backwards. Just as he stood still, he heard the person holding him speak.

"Your meal has arrived."

I haven't ordered takeaway...and I haven't said sex compensation...

The author has something to say: I want to create a gong who is shrewd and usually shameless.

But as I write, I feel like I haven’t shown it...