Professional dismantling

The wind is sunny and the sky is clear.

Blue sky, blue sea, white clouds, sandy beaches, beauties.

The white beach chair is covered with all kinds of banknotes. They are neatly arranged in different sizes on the hollowed-out chair surface. The gold coins in the wastebasket made of banknotes of various colors and styles jingle and compose beautiful music.

The boy has a pair of straight and slender thighs, one of which is slightly curved and rests on the recliner, through the seams of the legs one can clearly see the looming mermaid line under the waist and abdomen.

Zhao Yao swallowed unconsciously, and his two red eyes scanned the people on the recliner back and forth like lasers.

Just when he was thinking about how to strike up this conversation...

Suddenly, the westerly wind swept in, and the scene of dark clouds overwhelmed the beauty's face.

The red wine was sprinkled on all kinds of banknotes, and the original golden light in the coin basket was dimmed.

A bone-chilling voice came from far away in the sky...

——Zhao Yao, you spread rumors to slander the author, and it was verified that it was true, so you were sentenced to three years in prison and deprived of political rights.

God!

Zhao Yao was so frightened that his legs went limp and he collapsed on the ground. After the soft sand pit in his imagination turned into a solid ground and touched the delicate skin on his buttocks, he opened his eyes in pain.

No blue sea and blue sky!

There are no money baskets made of various dollars and pounds!

Looking around, the voice of that frightening hair-frying monster is not on the stereo loop like a repeater.

Zhao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and the scene when he scanned the surroundings just now flashed in his mind, before he could relieve his breath, he widened his eyes suddenly.

Long-legged beauties wearing all kinds of tassels and furs kept walking back and forth on a stage, gradually or with their waists and hips twisted, surrounded by a group of men and women in suits and leather shoes holding their cameras and constantly snapping and taking pictures. You have to work hard.

where is this?

Zhao Yao scratched his dizzy head. He remembered that he was sitting in front of the computer racking his brains to find all kinds of words and spraying that ridiculous CEO essay. Why did he have a sweet dream? The beautiful boy is fake, even the scene has been switched right now?

This is too incredible!It must have been the wrong way of sleeping, or, maybe, probably, the wrong sitting position when tweeting, this must be the case.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yao immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his sitting posture. After waiting for about three to five seconds, he opened his eyes.

The same runway, all kinds of long-legged beauties, and the sound of shutters never stopping around, Zhao Yao pinched his thigh in disbelief, turned his head and bumped into a pair of strange eyes that were both surprised and concerned. When he opened his eyes, his disbelief instantly turned into unbelievable.

I go!Where did Zhang Fei come from? !

What's the matter with looking at me with such a pitiful and caring expression?

Just as he was about to ask, the collar on the back of his neck was suddenly pulled obliquely from behind. The force was so great that he changed from slumped on the ground to slumped on a chair.

I rely on!He was about to turn his head to see what strange thing it was, when a voice came in from behind at the right time.

"Didn't you have a lot of waves last night?" The man pointed to the figure on the stage who was wearing a ragged dress that only covered the key parts, walking backwards, "Beauty's legs are weak when she comes out? It's not like Your style?"

Zhao Yao frowned and looked at the speaker, his black eyes were staring round.He looks okay, thick eyebrows and big eyes are his favorite style, but the beard that looks like dog hair around his chin is quite offensive.

And what he carried in his hand, the cannon barrel?Camera or video camera?

"Who are you?" Zhao Yao waved his hand impatiently, ignoring the man's teasing, and looked around. The people walking around on the stage are models, right?

There are also people who are stupidly running around with a cannon barrel around and behind?photographer? !

The venue is exquisitely and elegantly arranged, with plain interlinings on the table and fragrant and lush flowers on it, and all kinds of beauties and handsome men gathered under the spotlight...

What the hell is this place?

Before he could figure it out, someone patted the top of his head, "Haven't woken up from the dream? I don't even know you, Uncle Cao."

Hey, I'll go, Zhao Yao covered his head, this slap almost didn't slap him off.

Zhao Yao squinted his eyes and looked at him while covering his head that hurt from being shot, Uncle Cao?I fuck you sir!

He looked around again, and found that there were many blond foreigners inside. The suspected beauty had a few large words behind the catwalk, but they were all in English. When they were broken up, they could be read clearly, but when they were put together, they were a bit blurry. I have a headache.

Zhao Yao glanced at the man who patted his head, frowned and thought to himself, I don't care if you are Uncle Cao or Young Master Cao, you have to figure out where this is, and how he came here out of nowhere.

Zhao Yao immediately decided to give up arguing with this person, and asked in a less annoyed tone than before: "Where is this door?"

The man looked at him strangely, "Don't look at it? Your goddess hasn't come out yet."

"Don't read it." Zhao Yao didn't pay much attention to Cao Wenjun's question, and waved his hands impatiently, "It's boring." Let's go out now and talk about it.

The man put away his things and patted the shoulder of a handsome little boy next to him, bowed his head and said something, the little boy nodded with his lips pursed, and smiled at Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao was originally in a bad mood, and the spring blossomed in an instant, and there was such a lovely person sitting next to him. The impact on Zhao Yao was more than twice as strong as those women with bare breasts and buttocks on the stage. .

But Zhao Yao is really not in the mood to hook up with beautiful boys right now, the time and place are right for everyone, and he doesn’t know where this hellish place is, and there is a bearded man who looks familiar to him staring at him The key is that I have searched my brain memory for more than [-] years, but I can't find any information about this person.

Zhao Yao rubbed his hands vigorously, the most important thing right now is to go out first, figure out where this is and why he is here inexplicably.

He already had some guesses in his heart, but he also felt that such guesses were not logical and somewhat subverted his scientific views that he had studied for more than ten years.

He just walked out behind the bearded man with a heart full of anxiety.

In the square as wide as a beach, there are a few pigeons fluttering in the wind from time to time, Gothic buildings, billboards with various monograms floating around, and there are chattering foreigners around - foreigners?

Zhao Yao turned his head sharply, and pointed at the bearded man just now, "Where is this?"

The bearded man narrowed his eyes and looked, "The house number is too far away, I can't see it clearly, you..."

"I'll ask again! What is this place? Geographical coordinates!"

The bearded man must have been stunned by Zhao Yao's hysterical appearance. It took him a long time to open his mouth. The beard on his chin was shaking up and down with the movement of his lips, which gave Zhao Yao a headache.

"Milan." It took a long time for the man to utter two words.

"Damn it!" Now Zhao Yao was stunned, "Am I still dreaming?"

He spoke with some uncertainty, as if asking the person in front of him, but also as if asking himself.

The bearded man came back to his senses after being yelled at by him, and smiled and turned the camera behind his back, "I told you not to have too much fun at night, are you out of your mind?" He glanced at the side of the square, "Do you want to go back to the hotel and rest?"

Zhao Yao still had a bewildered expression on his face, and his eyes circled around the square several times. There were various street signs and billboards, but none of the square characters he was familiar with.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt incredible, and that uneasy inconceivable was mixed with some shocking fear.

He is just an IT guy with no special skills. He was 25 years old when he was introduced by his senior brother to do web design in an Internet company.

While he was looking for a job, he wrote some jokes or movie reviews and book reviews on the Internet to earn some extra money. The last moment he remembered was still typing on the keyboard and spraying the third-rate president's novel while enduring sleepiness.

He was really sleepy, he probably fell asleep while lying on the computer, why did he become like this after waking up?

Zhao Yao's head was still full of question marks, and he finally realized that he was already in a taxi.

He turned his head and looked at the bearded man again, and this glance was immediately attracted by the sign hanging on the bearded man's chest.

Work Permit!

"Hey!" the bearded man yelled, "Hey! You're free to drag my work permit... oops!" He slapped his thigh fiercely, "We forgot to return it when we left!"

Zhao Yao ignored him, turned over the ID and looked at it. There was a photo of a bearded man on it, but Zhao Yao ignored it.

Cao Wenjun?

It should be his name, quite popular.

Scanning down again, there is a line of small characters...

——Photographer for Tussauds Fashion Magazine.

The name of the magazine looks familiar, is it really a photographer?

He threw the sign back on the man, flipped it over on himself, only to realize that he was actually wearing a suit?

After groping himself from head to toe, he found an identical brand from his pocket, and he frantically flipped it over to look at it.

The ID photo above was well repaired, the originally messy eyebrows were trimmed in style, the thin lips were pursed and looked serious, except for the hair, this man looks like I'm almost a twin brother, Zhao Yao thought to himself.

He couldn't calm down for just a second, damned twin brother, isn't that the person in the photo his face? !

——Editor of Tussauds Fashion Magazine.

The names are the same, the faces are the same, except for the slightly long tied-up hair, the well-tailored suits, and the place of occupation and so on.Wait a minute, why did I seem to have seen the name of this magazine somewhere?

He turned his head to look at the completely unfamiliar street scene outside the window, his mind functioning as if it had been filled with paste.

No, no, all of these are wrong, could it be that the way of getting up today is wrong?

Yeah, shouldn't he be sleeping?Could this be in my own dream, or a rare dream within a dream?