The old Gong who slept on my upper bunk

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Lu Yi naturally put Liu Jie on Tang Zihao's bed.

Xiang Xing's face turned blue.

"Hey, Lu Yi, who is he? Brother Tang will kill you when he comes back."

Lu Yi said in a deep voice, "Don't worry about him."

Xiang Xing: "...you will regret it, Lu Yi, what, don't you plan to get him away?"

"not going to."

Deng Zhi saw the stitches, and was very clever at this time: "Come to me, I can do it too."

"no need."

After Lu Yi finished speaking, he turned around and went out to the balcony to fetch hot water, and wiped Liu Jie's face carefully with a towel.

Tang Zihao was full of emotions, but he didn't know that his bed was occupied with great fanfare as soon as he entered the door - Lu Yi put people on it, and even deliberately touched him and refused to take off his shoes. Cover him with a quilt.

Tang Zihao almost wanted to throw his bed off.

He smiled bitterly, piled the orange juice he bought on the table, and punched Lu Yi deftly.

This punch hit Lu Yi's right foot impartially, and he lifted it up, taking off the frame of his glasses.

He was shaken, his feet slipped, and he sat down on the ground.

Tang Zihao tugged at his collar, and there was a sense of discord in his voice: "I can fucking destroy you."

Lu Yi: "Take your hands away."

Xiang Xing really couldn't bear to see this kind of his own brothers, and even made a scene of this kind of brothers fighting against the wall, putting a foot in one side and a hand in the other, he almost knelt down for them.

Tang Zihao gasped for a few breaths, tangled Lu Yi's hair regardless of obstacles, and pushed his head against the wall, spraying feces from his mouth: "I'm | your mother, I'm | your mother!"

Lan Qiaoqiao just heard the movement, she was willing to take a sideways glance, and unfortunately saw Liu Jie who was lying peacefully, unmoved by the noise around him.

Yuanjia Road is narrow, really Yuanjia Road is narrow, he has the urge to escape.

A pot of porridge has been cooked in the dormitory, but the porridge is still enough to fill the stomach. Apart from being disgusting, this pot of porridge really has nothing to do.

Xiang Xing was caught in the middle, and Tang Zihao, who was punched and kicked, was also beaten. Lu Yi, a tall man, didn't know how to fight back. He just blocked his head with his hands to resist the opponent's attack.

Tang Zihao went mad and kicked him from the chest to the ankles, before he compromised, he was dragged down by the people who came late to persuade the fight.

After that, he didn't stay in the dormitory too long, and slammed the door and left.Before leaving, he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva on Lu Yi's bed like revenge.

Xiang Xing's face was covered with a thick layer of gloom, and he thought: "Brother Tang doesn't have clothes fluttering, it's fine if you're a fairy, why do you still use such a disgusting trick without energy?"

As everyone knows, Tang Zihao has reached the point of being shameless in order to get revenge.

Lu Yi stood up without saying a word, didn't cry out for pain, and didn't imitate Tang Zihao's foul language, as if nothing had happened.

There is a saying in the countryside: Good people come from a golden stick.In disguise, it can be understood as: being beaten can not only increase IQ, but also grow taller.

He took out his book and began to chew it quietly.

Lan Qiaoqiao said softly, "Lu Yi, who is Liu Jie?"

"you recognize?"

"Uh...yes, that..." He hesitated and couldn't utter a complete sentence, and Lu Yi didn't bother to guess.Xiang Xing is well aware of this.

According to legend, the wretched middle-aged uncle who forcibly kissed the boys of the business school on the playground in the wind and rain was this person.

He glanced at the heart-shaped nostrils of Liu Jie who was sleeping soundly. Instead of seeing the single-minded devotion to affection, he smelled a little bit of cynicism.

Lu Yi: "My cousin."

Xiang Xing: "Don't say you have an affair with him?"

The corner of Lan Qiaoqiao's mouth dropped, "It's gone now, but I still owe him money."

Xiang Xing: "..."

"Lu Yi, you don't want to collect debts for him, do you?" When Lan Qiaoqiao was talking, his eyebrows were covered with potato chip crumbs, which made people think of pigs putting their heads in the pig trough and looking up when they were eating. It was a wonderful sight that blurred his face from time to time.

"Killing to pay for life, debt to pay back money, no problem." Lu Yi's tone was unquestionable, "How much do you owe him?"

Lan Qiaoqiao: "Not much, maybe...uh, ten thousand?"

Lu Yi: "..."

Ten thousand yuan, for Lan Qiaoqiao, a low-profile rich kid, as long as he is blind, regardless of his parents' hard work, he is just like a fart.

But Liu Jie is different - his parents are not divorced, but they are better than divorced, and his family situation is deteriorating. Ten thousand yuan may be the wealth he accumulated after a year of hard work.

"You really dare to borrow."

"That's not true," Lan Qiaoqiao said rationally, "I didn't borrow it from him. We broke up later, and he figured it out himself. He said he would ask me to beg for it sooner or later. Do you think this is cheap?"

The word "offensive" could barely come out of his mouth, and Liu Jie was about to wake up without warning.

Lan Qiaoqiao: "..."

The two looked at each other in an indescribable embarrassment.

Lu Yi could see that he was still drunk and his eyes were slack, so he poured him a glass of orange juice.

Liu Jie took it with a red face, and licked up the last drop.

Xiang Xing thought that this orange juice should have a new hat in the future - special hangover soup.

However, the next moment Liu Jie could no longer suppress the discomfort in his stomach, and vomited all over the floor in a daze.

"Cousin, I don't drink orange juice." He bared his teeth and claws, "I just saw a brother in the toilet, his urine... hiccup, the urine is so yellow, orange juice is so yellow."

Lu Yi: "..."

"Why are you giving me this?"

"You're drunk, throw up as soon as you want, and then sleep obediently." Lu Yi pushed him back onto the bed mercilessly.

On the other side, the few of them could no longer look directly at the orange juice.

Liu Jie couldn't stop uttering words: "I got angry a few days ago, and I ate the gunpowder. The urine is also that kind, and it smells like amoxicillin. You can smell a little bit of urine."

Xiang Xing smiled strangely, he really wanted to send this son of a bitch to see Lord Hades.

Liu Jie: "No, I have to go to the bathroom."

Lu Yi: "Yes."

"You'll know later, in fact, it still smells like this."

Xiang Xing shouted like a burst: "Shut your mouth, little brother, and drink|piss yourself!"

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The next day, Liu Jie, who had a splitting headache, was kicked out by Xiang Xing, which made the latter feel a sense of pride in killing harm for the people.

Tang Zihao stayed overnight, and his phone was always outside the service area. Xiang Xing couldn't contact him, so he had to send his contaminated sheets and quilts to the laundry room for washing.

When going upstairs, Aunt Zhang beckoned to him kindly, but Zhao Feiyan turned her face away in disgust.

Lu Yi's quilt, which Tang Zihao had slobbered over, didn't bother me to deal with it, after all, the owner doesn't mind.Lu Yi slept as usual, studied as usual, and was not affected at all.

This can be summed up in Tang Zihao's words, "Lu Yi, you are so fucking heartless."

A group of girls dressed in fancy clothes suddenly dispersed from the dormitory, jumped and jumped outside like flying birds, and went to participate in the activities.

A hobby activity has sprung up outside C—the death-chasing activity, also known as "death-making activity", which benefits from the influence of "the end of the world".

One of the five prophecies of the Yama, and the last one.

As a miracle in the history of human development, they predicted their own death, the appearance of automobiles, the date of birth and death of the great devil Hitler, and the outbreak of two world wars. These four incredible things came true one by one.And the last one is this year's winter solstice, the so-called end of the world.

Xiang Xing has always believed that "science is the primary productive force", and he doesn't pay much attention to these superstitious stories that have been passed down from generation to generation.

But pessimists think otherwise.

They heard rumors from nowhere, saying: On the day of the end of the world, the sun will lose its light, and the whole world will be plunged into darkness.The life of animals and plants is about to dry up, earthquakes and tsunamis erupt all over the world at the same time, human beings will experience the most terrible 2 minutes in history, and then disappear completely.

Therefore, with the mentality of "life is short, enjoy yourself in time", these people formed a death squad.

The organization regards "self-indulgence" as the highest priority, and has recruited new students online since the summer vacation, and has attracted a large number of like-minded young students to join.

The so-called killing activities are actually similar to big adventures. It is a group of people doing things that they usually want to do but dare not do while worrying about nothing.

These are all nonsense here in Xiangxing. People who want to die before seeing death are just full and have nothing to do.

☆, oil paint

Each floor has a space dedicated to drying clothes and linens, like an oversized balcony, lined with long wooden bars held at either end by two bamboo supports.

The world does not drop pies every day, but everyone loves to pick up cheap ones.

There are hundreds of people on the first floor, and almost every day, people spare no effort to empty out washable and non-washable clothes, bed sheets and quilt covers, and even towels will be included.

Cloths of different lengths and colors were strung here and there on the wooden slats, especially the white and yellowish bath towels that were hooked carelessly by the sharp ends of the brackets, which looked as if some people had thrown them away after a field battle.

Therefore, people who run slowly usually just return without success, but many people don't simply hang their clothes here.

From a certain point of view, this is a good place to appreciate the flowers before the moon and under the moon.

Some young couples like to seek excitement under the [-]|[-]% sense of security.The criss-cross cloth strips are covered just right, and only the middle is covered by truncated ends, revealing the hot cheeks and lonely feet of the young lovers, which is particularly artistic.

Xiang Xing was afraid that his eyes would be stained|stained by something unclean - he is a representative of the abstinence department, ruthless and desireless, and most of his thoughts are placed on cold electronic products, so that when he sees wearing clothes Women who are a little bolder will shy away.

Of course, except for people like Lan Qiaoqiao, he is disgusting at most, not scary enough.

Xiang Xing cleverly hung Tang Zihao's sheets on the electric fan in the bedroom.

Lu Yi had many unspoken strange talks, all of which were condensed in the action of pushing his glasses.

Sure enough, when Xiang Xing jumped out of bed excitedly thinking that he was done, a half-slap piece of wall covering fell quietly, dispersed in the air, turned into finely divided coarse powder, and stuck to the bed sheet.

He instantly became a stone man.

Lu Yi remained unmoved and said, "I can figure it out, I'm going out."

As he said that, he ran away with his long legs.

Lu Yi adheres to the principle of daily exercise, squeezes time to exercise like squeezing water in a sponge, and nothing can be shaken.

Today there was another team of soldiers running on the playground, Lu Yi turned a blind eye and was gently invited out by the leader.

In autumn, the members of the "Death Squad" were dressed in flamboyant short skirts and stood on the long ladder to form a row of flagpoles.

Lu Yi walked past the pair of green eyes like a mentally retarded person, and was caught by a pair of hands halfway.

The owner of the hand has thick eyebrows and big eyes, the eyebrows are sword eyebrows, and the eyes are apricot, which makes her very heroic. At first glance, it makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Lu Yi wandered away for a moment, if not for her overly coquettish attire, he almost thought he had met Mu Guiying.

The woman's voice is also unique, she said: "Handsome guy, make a friend and leave your contact information."

????Lu Yi didn't give in to this straightforward way of striking up a conversation, and didn't give him face: "I still have something to do, please let go."

"No, you have to make it clear."

The other guys fanned the flames: "Boss, fuck him!"

It's rare for Lu Yi to see it, and he thought it was only the rough boys in the dormitory who could say such things.Little do they know that since the Death Squadron is determined to die, it will never allow its actions to be delayed for a moment because of timidity.

With a heavy face, he pulled the girl's hand away, leaving her with an indifferent look, and he planned to leave without paying attention to the boos around.

"The fat swan is gone—"

"Go to your mother|force!" The woman chased after him relentlessly, and circled around Lu Yi, "Within half a month, I will definitely let you fall under my pomegranate skirt."

Lu Yi raised his eyebrows, and suddenly approached, poking his head to a height of only a few tens of centimeters from the ground, looking up at the girl like this, he could imagine what he could see with his duodenum.

The girl suddenly crossed her legs unconsciously, and shouted: "Rogue!"

Lu Yi smiled as if watching a play and straightened up: "So, do you still want me to bow down now?"

The girl was blocked by her for a moment and couldn't speak, she blushed and left with righteous indignation.

The ladies standing neatly suddenly turned into a nest of ants, whispering to each other as if they were planning some earth-shattering plan.

Lu Yi shook off his tail, his whole body relaxed immediately, his steps quickened, and he walked up and down the avenues and stairs extending in all directions in the school.

Running down here, Jiang Lanji came up there, pulling a pair of black leather slippers.

Jiang Lan has always liked white, and her shorts, T-shirt, and earrings are all white.

Lu Yi took the time to look at her shorts, which were so short that she could see her buttocks squatting, and thought: Why are girls outside C so open?

Jiang Lan made a heated call, with guns and sticks in his words, and three words with dirty words.

Lu Yi was proud of himself, and didn't care what she said until he heard a name.

Jiang Lan: "Tang Zihao, you are really exciting. Ham and chicken|eggs can be used as reproductive organs. I think you can change your career to be a duck. Don't waste materials."

Lu Yi: "..."

Sure enough, the world is as black as crows.

Jiang Lan: "Damn it, what are you messing around with? Isn't it hard to make money? Are you wasting your hard work? Hurry up and pack up your things and come back to me. Study hard and make progress every day. Don't make trouble outside. I really don't like who you are, why not?" I said, I sent someone to chop it up for you, what are you doing?"

Lu Yi stopped, wanting to hear more information, pretended to check his phone, and did not leave.

Jiang Lan: "Also, why are you stealing my car? Are you going to sell yourself to pay for it if you get caught?"

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……

For about a minute or two, Lu Yi didn't hear "2", but only caught a few key words intermittently - boss, dropping out of school, and spring|dream.

Lu Yi, who is a liberal arts student but also has a passion for science, can't connect these words at all.

He shook his head helplessly, and ran a long way down the mountain in one go.

When he went back to bed that night, he encountered a strange thing.

Outside C, there is a sense of sight of a virgin forest, which will be greatly magnified at night.

Many people think that there are no mosquitoes in late autumn, but outside of C, mosquitoes are frequent visitors all year round, it's just a matter of how many or how few.

There is a long ladder network outside C, which is vividly called "Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road", referred to as the roundabout ladder.

Lu Yi came up from here.

The old lady who sells candied haws just finished her shift. She staggered down holding a stick of grass and wood, and smeared toilet water on her face and neck with one hand.

She glanced at Lu Yi, and was almost scared to roll down the long ladder, staggering and dodging.

Lu Yi was still sighing, "The old man runs so fast", and was pushed to the ground from behind by a few pairs of hands in the next second.

The girl who attacked him during the day naturally sat on Lu Yi's back, as if preparing to tame a war horse.

She touched Lu Yi's chin and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." The latter didn't appreciate it at all.

He looked up at the group of people around him, and found that they had changed their attire, uniformly dressed in black from head to toe, and the hem of the windbreaker almost reached their ankles.

And their faces were thickly painted with different colors, yellow, black, red and white, unique, and of course camouflage, just like savages.

So was the exposed skin of the woman's hand on his chin.

Lu Yi said anxiously: "Are you going to eat people? If you don't let me go, I'm going to get up."

A group of spectators around laughed at him: "You got up. Hahaha."

Lu Yi: "..."

He moved his painful arm, only to find that his whole body was weak and he couldn't struggle anymore.

The girl's faint voice came from above: "Don't move, I will give you some medicine."

Lu Yi: "..."

"Did you forget? Who brought the bowl of soup in the cafeteria to your seat? Is it you? You dare to drink it if you don't?"

A girl clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "Thousands of secrets are sparse, thousands of secrets are sparse!"

"Go to hell with a thousand secrets, will he still plot against me?" the girl scolded.

Her voice was so recognizable and attractive that Lu Yi put aside the fact that he was drugged and started asking questions.

"Your accent doesn't sound like a local. Are you from the north? Can you tell me your name?"

The girl's face was painted with oil, and she couldn't see sadness or joy, but her tone was filled with uncontrollable excitement: "That's great handsome guy, you finally took the initiative to strike up a conversation."

"convenient?"

"Convenience, my name is Mu Leyou, a southerner from City Q. Handsome guy, I don't think your accent is quite right. Are you a local?"

Lu Yi was startled, Mu Guiying, Mu Leyou, what a coincidence.

Lu Yi explained: "Lu Yi, a local, grew up in Xinjiang. So, now, can you let me go?"

With a gesture, Mu Leyou got off his back and someone lifted him up.

Her two lips opened and closed, and there were endless theories: "My mother said, don't marry too far away. I am close to you. I think you are pleasing to the eye. Why don't we make do with each other. Besides, in the future If we have a child, we can go to Xinjiang to play when we have time, and let him learn to speak other people and learn more languages, isn't it great?"

Lu Yi couldn't agree with this, his eyes were dazed, and he was supported by several hands before he could stand still.

"What medicine did you take?"

"What medicine? Did you listen to me?"

"I'm having a hard time."

Mu Leyou supported him personally: "Don't worry, follow the boss, the boss will treat you well, just try a new thing for you, and you will be fine later."

Lu Yi repeatedly chewed on the words "new stuff".

"What's new?"

Mu Leyou glared at him: "There are many things." However, her face was too dark, and Lu Yi could only see the whites of her protruding eyes, but even if there were only whites, they were still pretty.

Mu Leyou thought he had found a treasure, so he held it all the way, pecking Lu Yi's face from time to time.

It's just that when her breath was lingering around Lu Yi's mouth, the latter escaped without any danger with his helpless spirit.

Mu Leyou knew that he was unwilling, and after failing a few times, he didn't make it difficult anymore.

After that, she was the one who took Lu Yi back to the dormitory in person.

Before leaving, he waved to his roommates and said kindly, "Sister-in-law is gone."

☆, organization

Xiang Xing ordered takeaway, and before he could put the meat in his mouth with a pair of chopsticks, his saliva fell into the plastic box.

At that time, the takeaway food was considered to be of good quality and cheap, with a portion of ten yuan, enough meat and rice, and the presentation was good.And the etiquette of door-to-door delivery is also thoughtful. They come barefoot [note] or ride a small electric car, rain or shine, and are never late.

Xiang Xing didn't like this at first, but when he hung up the sheets, he almost fell into a meatloaf. Now his legs, feet and arms are hurting, and he doesn't want to move.

He stuffed the meat into his mouth to cover up, and made a gesture of goodbye to the ignorant Mu Leyou.

Jiang Siyuan slapped the door leaf when she turned around to leave, her movements were smooth and skilful, without delay.

Immediately, Xiang Xing said in a dialect: "Lu Yi, where is the girl from? Why did she paint the murals on her face? She still thinks she is the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, or is it a thangka that has never been consecrated?"

Lu Yi stretched out his oiled hand without knowing why: "I don't know, I'm just a victim, okay?"

"You brought it back, you still don't know?"

"You're going to ask about the ants you brought back on the soles of your feet?"

When Lu Yi said this, there was no emotion on his face, but Xiang Xing could hear the arrogance in his tone.

"Hey, what a big female ant, is this something you can meet when you go out? Did you burn incense or hug your feet? Why didn't I encounter such a good thing?"

Lu Yi said with a stern look: "You want to be a stallion so much? When I saw it, you didn't even dare to touch a woman's hand."

"..."

Jiang Siyuan is not a pure Northeast person, he does not have a strong figure, and his temperament is as gentle as a girl, but there is one quality that he fits in - he can't understand dialects.

His pale fingers touched the pimples on his face restlessly, squinting his eyes and said, "What are you talking about?"

Xiang Xing looked at his cheeky face, and really felt that his dormitory was a dragon's head and a snake's tail, and the polarization was extremely serious.

The boss Tang Zihao walks like a wind, and Lu Yi is a handsome white-faced scholar, so he can see it.However, the remaining three are either crooked melons and cracked dates, or have strange tastes and wretched behaviors.

Xiang Xing looked down on the last three, thinking that being with them lowered his status and appreciation, but Lu Yi was probably born in conflict with him and could not get used to each other, so the only one he got along with here was Tang Zihao.

Xiang Xingtou didn't raise his head: "Lao Jiang, do as the Romans do when you go to the countryside, and actively learn the dialect."

Then he brought the conversation back to the topic just now: "Lu Yi, did that person drive the death team?"

Lu Yi dismissed it, and scraped the oil on his skin with an ear pick without saying a word.

Xiang Xing: "I know it even if you don't tell me, it must be, I saw them during the day."

Jiang Siyuan gestured with his hands and feet together: "It's painted like a mud monkey and you can still recognize it?"

"What do you know?" Xiang Xing began to tease out his nonsensical theories, "Don't look at the appearance to look at the ancient appearance, but look at the figure, do you understand?"

Jiang Siyuan gave a meaningful "Oh".

Xiang Xing: "This is the most ridiculous organization I have ever seen. They have implemented the idea that life is too short to be happy in time. But, Lu Yi, do you know what they are doing?"

"how could I know?"

"Then don't you find it strange?"

Lu Yi ignored him and said, "I think." After a pause for a few seconds, he added, "It's just a bunch of people who are insane. Let's have some fun before they die. Who care what they do?"

Xiang Xing almost spit out the rice, "No, it's more than that. Can't your pig brain think of something?"

"...What is your way? I don't have any opinion."

Xiang Xing: "I checked their information online, and the result is..."

He lowered his voice: "Nothing."

"There is no trace of their activities on the school's official website, and the recruitment advertisements have disappeared. I have consulted with the relevant person in charge of the school, and they can't give a clear statement. I even suspect that all the things about this organization are just people's minds. It was conceived by a fever, where did the dragon see the head but see the end of the dog | Japan's stuff?"

Jiang Siyuan frowned, and the folds on his forehead protruded, like a piece of rag that had been rubbed thousands of times, he asked bitterly, "What the hell?"

Lu Yi was unmoved: "Why are you checking this?"

Xiang Xing: "Short-sighted things, you don't understand such a profound question. The scientific concept of development tells me, where is there any organization that was established on the occasion of some shit doomsday? In other words, are you sure this is a What about the normal organization? What about the founder? What about the leader? What about the dead members? They are not so pushy, why are they timid, and dare not come out to stir up public opinion? It’s been so long, have you heard any farts? "

Almost instantly, Lu Yi's eyes dimmed unconsciously.

"Xiang Xing, you are probably neurasthenic. Obsessive-compulsive disorder, paranoia, and endless unreasonable ideas. But I still can't give you a new look. Instead of entangled in these nagging questions, it's better to think about your exam."

"I don't want to take the exam!" Xiang Xing kicked the plastic convenience box away, "Are you listening to me?"

"What are you talking about? Do you want to say that there is an enemy in the dark and I am in the light? Do you want to remind me that there is a dark net in this school that is getting deeper and deeper without everyone knowing it? Or do you want to say, what? The leading figures are all gangsters, and they beat around the bush and call it recruiting new people, but they are actually thinking about something shady?"

Xiang Xing: "I haven't seen any aboveboard organization with such opaque information. It's obviously a conspiracy. Why don't they make it public?"

Lu Yi: "You have no right to interfere with other people's freedom."

Xiang Xing's face turned black.

Jiang Siyuan was at a loss, suffering from the incomprehension of Xiang Xing's logic.

"Xiang Xing, isn't it a bit of a big deal?"

Xiang Xing persisted and said: "Fuck you, you know nothing. Jiang Siyuan, I have nothing in common with you. Cover your fifty-yard face for me, and I want to be rough when I look at you."

Jiang Siyuan: "..."

Lu Yi had a subtle feeling—the direction of his speech was deviated, and he was still heading in an unsatisfactory direction.

However, Xiang Xing blushed and had a thick neck, so he had to find a more down-to-earth topic to divert this: "Have you contacted Tang Zihao? Will he come back today?"

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On this side, Tang Zihao was sitting on a bench outside the Chengxi Railway Station, concentrating on typing Snake.

After more than ten minutes of hard work, the humble little snake finally broke out of its own world and ran amuck in a world where everyone is weak but I am the strongest.

Her mobile phone had the last bit of battery left, and it was about to stop cooking.

But it still played one last joke on Tang Zihao before the strike.A bigger snake protruded out of nowhere, and Tang Zihao knew something was wrong when he saw it—it was bigger than mine.

But when he quickly turned the direction of his snake at the speed of mourning, the big snake stared at it tightly and rushed towards this side regardless of everything.

People say that the legs are short and the frequency is fast, but Tang Zihao's snake not only does not have any advantage in speed, but is placed at a complete disadvantage in an instant.

In a few seconds, the result was settled - Tang Zihao lost.

The mobile phone seemed to sense it too, and the screen went black unexpectedly, and passed out.

If you can't win, you can't hold on until the end.

Tang Zihao couldn't help scratching his head, but suddenly his movements froze, as if he had glimpsed the true meaning of life from a little game.

It was just that the true meaning flashed, and was slapped back by a thin and old voice.

No one would have imagined that Guangzong Yaozu, a country pheasant who was admitted to university, chose to do a job that was not commensurate with his identity in the dark days-shoe shine.

……

Those customers were also considerate, and they could see that this was not his intention, and thought: I am forced by life at such a young age, I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a world of mortals.

As a result, the original price of three yuan a shoe shine has skyrocketed several times under the drive of sympathy, and Tang Zihao can earn as much as a fellow aunt who polishes his shoes once.

However, he was not complacent about it. The extra money was either thrown into the beggar's bowl, or thrown directly into the wind, or it was all given to another person—Jiang Lan's mother.

The shoeshine was originally owned by Jiang Lan's mother.

Tang Zihao sighed deeply: The gap between the rich and the poor has already been accurate to the family.

The same family, Jiang Lan's father wore gold and silver, dressed like a greasy nouveau riche.And her mother guards the square inch of her "business" in the wind and rain, just to polish shiny leather shoes for people who are in a hurry.

Tang Zihao thought in his heart: If my father treats my mother like this, I can consider letting him start a new life.

Jiang Ma smiled and said, "Zihao, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble. It should be. Auntie, you should rest more. I have nothing to do anyway, so I can take care of you."

Jiang Ma smiled awkwardly, and for a while she had a bit of a feudal image with Tang Ma.

She said in the tone of beating someone to teach children: "You dolls, if you don't study hard, what are you doing to shame yourself? Go back and eat something, don't be hungry."

Tang Zihao couldn't help it, and knew that Tang's mother was indeed "very idle", with no education or background, and shoe-shining might be the best choice for her.At least they won't be chased all over the street by urban management like those pushing small carts selling fruit skewers.

He and Jiang Lan talked about everything. The two had always been acquainted, but they were not childhood sweethearts. In essence, they were similar.

Relying on the good relationship between the two of them, Tang Zihao borrowed a little sheep from Tang's father shamelessly, and when he was in a good mood, he rode around the city against the wind.