half face makeup

The words are completely off the top of my head: "So what if I discriminate!"

After hearing that, Di Jinzhuang just smiled coldly: "Very good, if you don't come out, you will be a virgin for the rest of your life."

The judges were stunned on the spot.

In the end, the chief judge exempted these two originally dazzling seeded contestants from the competition because of "moral corruption", so the original No.3 unexpectedly ascended to the championship.But Di Jinzhuang didn't care about this. After the competition, he threw an olive branch to that girl on behalf of "Shi Shi". In the end, the girl lived up to everyone's expectations.

The above is too much nonsense, and the next thing is the main event. Seeing that the goddess has been wronged, the NC fans who have worn all their makeup actually held a parade and personally attacked the masters who are judges on the Internet.Sensible fans saw that the situation was not good, and immediately organized to calm them down, but the brain-dead people were just like cult members, wishing to cut their wrists and wipe their necks to promote "justice".

So a brain-dead holy war about the eight judges began.

During the jihad, countless post bars were maxed out, the number of people directly participating in the battle remained high, and the number of online users reached one million at the peak.

The websites of those opera masters were attacked by hackers, and the situation was abnormal for a time, so they were forced to cancel the website.And the forum channels of various news platforms were stuck to the point where they could not operate normally, and the large-scale forwarding eventually exploded the repair patches made by technicians in the background.

Cultural propaganda has never been left behind, and all kinds of satirical cartoons have been born, and the sentences maintained by the brain disabled have been made into classic quotations and pictorial signs, which is dazzling.

This brainless fan battle was so frightening that it almost shocked the central government.The goddess was probably also stunned. She didn't expect that the power of the brainless fan would be comparable to the explosion of an atomic bomb, which almost paralyzed the national network.

Immediately, Di Jinzhuang made a jaw-dropping decision. He asked hundreds of hackers to break through the protection mode of major websites, and then worked hard to keep the system from crashing. At this critical moment, He blackened himself.

... The brainless fan was instantly at a loss.

The goddess continued to post high-end black posts without changing her expression. If one didn't look at the IP and ID, one would almost think that the person who posted the post had a deep hatred with the goddess for eight lifetimes.It was also the first time I knew at that time that it turns out that a person can hack himself so easily, so thoroughly, so awesome...

The idiot fans slowly quieted down, and when there were still millions of people online on all the websites, but no one spoke, the goddess finally stopped this self-deprecating behavior, and finally said: "You guys try again!"

After speaking, the goddess went offline, leaving a silence.

The eight-commentary jihad has since come to an end.

……

To sum up, it can be seen that I really have lingering fears about idiot fans, and when a idiot fan is still a virgin, it is like a biochemical weapon!

In the Si Rong Building of the G.BMZ Group, Chi Rong shook my hand before leaving, and said earnestly: "Your mission is to curb biological and chemical weapons, and you must give mankind a better tomorrow!"

I:"……"

Master Chi, taking care of the goddess is such a beautiful job, why do you have to spoil a pot of porridge with a horse-san beside you...

Pushing open the door of the CEO's office of G.BMZ Group, the air-conditioning blows in, and what you see is a white ball.

It's so cold here that the air conditioner literally turns the place into a fridge freezer.Di Jinzhuang is sitting on the sofa and reading documents. She is wrapped in layers of soft duvets. She is obviously sitting in an elegant posture, but because the fluffy quilt seems to be curled up, the contrast is so cute that it makes me starve. The heart turns into spring water.

But the Virgin next to him was talking nonsense: "...the newly built movie theater is super big, and there are many people sitting together. I saw a seat with no one around, and felt that it was really lonely, just like me. Loneliness, this feeling is like here, empty, big, but very lonely..."

I sighed, walked over and said sincerely: "I think the reason for the loneliness of that seat may be because...it is closer to the toilet..."

Dripping makeup put down the document, and looked at me calmly, very tired: "I asked Fan Jinglan to guard the stupa, did she not understand me? It's okay to fight, but the ending is not clean, what do you call me?" She'll just wait and see the headlines in tomorrow's newspaper."

I froze for a moment: "I don't know about this."

Di Jinzhuang frowned, and his tired face deepened: "All my manpower is now arranged, and I don't have time to deal with her aftermath. If you tell her to pay attention to her surroundings, I think there may be something wrong with her."

I felt a little guilty in my heart: "So...by the way, Goddess, Wang Ling is still with me..."

Di Jinzhuang stretched out his hand to press his forehead, and sighed, "Yi Shu, if you return Wang Ling to me, what will you use to frighten Chai Si?"

I:"……"

After being frozen for a while, I immediately came to my senses and declared, "Goddess! That little girl is not as good-looking as you!!"

Dripping makeup: "..." After a long silence, he said softly, "Are we just talking about your heroine saving the beauty?"

I was just about to continue to show my sincerity when suddenly there was a loud bang!I heard Our Lady of the Horse scream, pointing to the French window behind the sofa.I followed the sound and saw a palm-sized spider web crack spreading, clearly a bullet hole.

He didn't even turn his head after all the makeup, and picked up a book on the sofa again. When he lowered his head, his hair was spread on the fluffy duvet, like ink flowing wantonly.

I was so belated, half a minute passed before I felt scared, my hands and feet were cold, then I quickly frowned, walked over and closed the shutters, and said in a low voice, "Yan Luodian?"

Dipping makeup and said lightly: "They don't know that I am Gong Banmian."

"That?"

"Chi Jiaoshe, he's just too afraid of my revenge." Dripping makeup and smoothing the pages of the book, "I guess he knows that King Yama was forced to drink drugs by me, poor thing, he scares himself."

As the affected people, Ma Shengmu was also frightened, and said tremblingly, "Goddess... shall we... change... to another place?"

Saying this groaning style really reminded me of the novel about confiscating brown sugar, and I felt a pain in the ass.

She put all her makeup on and turned a deaf ear, but when Madonna Ma persuaded her for the second time, the speed of her speech suddenly returned to normal, and she was still a little worried: "Goddess, you didn't hear what I said the first time, did you?"

Dripping all makeup off, he said casually, "Well, I didn't hear that."

I was very surprised: "What happened the first time?"

Di Jinzhuang said flatly: "For a while, she fell in love with that dying way of speaking, and then I asked her to 'seal... seal... line... inside... no... want... answer... Question 'Copied a hundred times.'

I:"……"

Goddess, you really... sent the ancestor of the groaning body to go out, and the medicine really killed him!

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☆, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty punished the Virgin

Although "Jieshe Electronics" is the main industry of the Chi family, one of the four Bai families, and although it has risen rapidly, the Chi family's background is too shallow after all.Moreover, the Chi family was not involved in any gangsters. As a decent person of the Bai Dao, this might lead to fire. The desperate and risky assassination obviously showed that the Chi family was already in a panic.

The dripping make-up obviously didn't bother to pay attention to it. After processing the documents, he started to read novels. Secretary Zhuang Shuyan was in and out to distribute the documents one by one.And when I quietly opened the blinds to look at the vertical windows outside, the bullet holes on the glass had gradually returned to their original state. It seemed that this kind of thing happened a long time ago, and the outermost layer of tempered glass has added shape memory Alloy that can automatically heal wounds.

It can be seen that the makeup is very annoying to Madonna Ma, but it must be useful to hold back.So at this moment, I suddenly understood where my responsibilities lie—the side of the Qing emperor, the Holy Mother of Death!

So I patiently began to teach Chunchun: "Shumeng M Yingwei, I know you are a virgin, gentle, lovely, noble and generous. But it is already late at night, and it is not good for your reputation to stay outside, I suggest you Do you want to consider driving back to the palace?"

Madonna Ma's will is very firm: "I want to stay with the goddess!"

I wasn't discouraged at all: "That's right, but the goddess still has to deal with the underworld, it's very bloody, as the Holy Mother, do you want to avoid it with a compassionate heart?"

Madonna Ma clenched her fists: "I will not let the goddess be alone! I will try my best to become a princess of the underworld!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Di Jinzhuang cough, and I think he was choked by the laughter too - the underworld only has winners and dead people, where the hell is there such a noble vase in the feudal society as a princess?

When I was trying to organize my words, Ma Shengmu said anxiously again: "Did I say something crazy?"

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Holy Mother is actually saved, and was thinking about how to bring her on the right path, when I heard her look pitifully at the goddess and say: "I know, companionship is like companionship with a tiger, I can't afford to bet on it." I don't want to gamble, I just want to find a good man in this life, go to that place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, plant flowers, see the scenery, and never have anything that goes wrong..."

I:"……"

Great Holy Mother, please kill me on behalf of Shanqingshuixiu.

Realizing that I was unmatched, she turned a page of the book without even lifting her eyelids, "Shuyan, how many properties under the group's name are themed on pastoral scenery?"

Secretary Zhuang said without missing a single one: "Four. They are Su Zhuang Waterfront, Tian Lan's second phase, Tao Wai Hong Zhuang's first phase, and Wang Ruo Shu."

"The lowest price among them?"

"Red make-up outside the peach, a commercial rough house, 160 square meters, facing southeast, not strong lighting, estimated price 190 million, down payment 43."

After dripping makeup, he closed the book with a snap, and looked at the Holy Mother with a contemptuous smile in his eyes: "Remember, the lover you are looking for must be worth at least 200 million, otherwise you will be disarmed and returned to the farm, or you will be full-time." The way of housewife is useless."

Our Lady of Horse: "..."

I:"……"

What does it mean to hit the nail on the head?It's just that you go down with a needle, and the big aunt will come rushing!

In the end, Secretary Zhuang and I half-coaxed and half-forced the Virgin Mary away. With all makeup on, I calmly watched the door close, threw away the novel, and curled up again on the faceless duvet. Some chills.

I glanced at the pretentious book, and was stunned for a moment—it turned out to be "Chicken Soup for the Soul", with a slogan on the cover: "Light the torch of true feelings in every corner, and let every ray of fragrance burn Let the true feelings solidify into eternity in the collision of the soul!"

I:"……"

I despise myself in my heart, it's really too scumbag, I have so many dirty and dark thoughts about this beautiful society!The goddess is indeed a goddess, even if she is stuck in the quagmire, she still does not forget to cultivate one's morality and save all sentient beings!

I was doing deep self-reflection, when I heard Di Jinzhuang glance at me, his pale eyes smiled coldly, he suddenly reached out and picked up the book again, slowly peeled off the cover, there was actually another cover inside, Five cold characters in the letter - "Criminal Psychology"

I:"……"

... I'll just say it!Sincerity is priceless!Goddess, how could you and I not be the same kind of people? ! !

……

There are many side effects of strong drugs, and one of the annoying things is that people's body temperature will rise and fall suddenly, and the difference is very large.The goddess's self-control can counteract the degree of addiction, but it cannot control the heart rate, and naturally cannot control the body temperature.

So this place has become a natural ice cellar. The body temperature is slightly lower at the moment, wrapped in several layers of duvet, and there is an electric blanket on the sofa. Seeing that I sneezed unconsciously, I took it out of the duvet. Throw me a hot water bottle...

But within a quarter of an hour, the goddess started to get hot, and the duvet was taken off one by one. In the end, he only wore a thick windbreaker, and looked up the group's accounts seriously. soft light.

After I folded the messy duvet, I looked at the time and asked, "Goddess, are you hungry? I'm going down to buy a supper. What do you want to eat?"

Di Jinzhuang was writing a draft of some plan without raising his head: "I'm not hungry."

It's already 11:30, and I'm really hungry. I saw Secretary Zhuang looking after me, so I said hello and went shopping.Unexpectedly, when I came back to see, Di Jinzhuang was drinking a can of eight-treasure porridge with a straw. Seeing me, I was startled, and then quietly and self-deceivingly covered the draft of the plan on top of the eight-treasure porridge...

I:"……"

At this moment, I am very thankful that I have a thick skin. Putting aside the duck blood fans, I walked over and said with a shy face: "Goddess, I also want to eat eight-treasure porridge."

Di Jinzhuang opened his eyes calmly and said nonsense: "There is no eight-treasure porridge here."

I boldly went to open the proposal, and cast a glance at me with all my make-up, but I didn't stop it.I picked up the jar of eight-treasure porridge, but frowned. This smell...it smells wrong.

I took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the duck blood vermicelli packaging bag next to it, dipped a little rice pudding and tasted it, the goddess didn't stop this move, just watched quietly.

Then I vomited.

This is really not my fault. For the first time in 17 years, I have felt the malice from food.

This eight-treasure porridge has been in my mouth for a while, and the feeling can only be described by strange flowers. The main reason is that the porridge is sweet and sour, the peanuts mixed in are salty, and the lotus seeds are extremely bitter. Together, it is a taste that is so greasy that it is a biohazard. I rushed to my throat, and I pressed my stomach. I just felt that life was worse than dysmenorrhea.

After all the make-up was gone, her complexion was as usual, and she just handed me a small bottle of mints.

I poured half a bottle of mints into my mouth, cleared my sense of taste, and then reluctantly said: "Goddess, you talk too much! How can there be rice pudding here!"

--Oh shit!Who is so wicked to put a biochemical weapon in a jar of eight-treasure porridge! !

Di Jinzhuang took the jar of eight-treasure porridge, stirred it with a straw, and said with no expression on his face: "I have a problem with my sense of taste." He nodded his forehead, "The lid of the brain, which is in charge of taste, is severely damaged."

I loosened my hand and the mints fell to the ground.

He submerged the straw into the scarf again, and said in a low voice, "That's why I hate dinner parties the most."

I don't know how I am in the mood to watch the goddess finish a can of biochemical weapons. Anyway, I am not in the mood to be a fan of duck blood. In the end, Secretary Zhuang did it for me.

After twelve o'clock, Chi Rong guessed that he had finished dealing with the world affairs, and rushed over.She was sleepy after all the make-up was gone, and after talking to her a few words, she hugged the duvet and walked to the lounge in the cubicle. Chi Rong tidied up the documents on the desktop, and suddenly remembered something, and took out the paper from her bag. give me a cell phone.

I took it, turned on the screen, and unlocked it. The passwords were the same, and it was my phone.

I put away my phone and said, "Thank you, what about the couple who touched porcelain?"

Chi Rong shrugged: "Black market. A family of three, two adults retail, and children sell whole."

I thought about it: "I remember there was an old woman."

Chi Rong shook his head: "The old man can't sell for a good price. But if you want to see me, I know where you are."

When I got out of G.BMZ's Sirong Building, I saw the old lady on a street corner, her sprained legs were still sprained, her hair was disheveled and she was trembling.Seeing someone approaching, she rushed over and grabbed my hand, murmuring something vaguely. My hand was tightly held by her, and the old man's withered skin was shaking, revealing great anxiety.

Just as a fellow behind Chi Rong approached with a knife, I immediately turned around to stop her, and slowly squatted down: "I want to hear what she's saying."

The old man didn’t know where he was talking, and his teeth were leaking. It took me a long time to understand a few words: “Don’t hurt my son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren... I’m an old woman, it’s useless... The old woman will go with you... They are still young... ignorant... I am an old woman, I will never die..."

Her words trembled in the wind, like fallen leaves in late autumn.

I was silent for a long time.

The old man showed his love to others, but he didn't know how stupid it was.

If you have love, you will be used.

Chi Rong stood behind me, the street lamps elongated her shadow, and said in a faint voice, "It's so pitiful."

I was stunned for a long time, and finally the breath in my heart seemed to leak. I sighed and patted the ashes on the old lady's body, and said softly, "If I had a mother like you..."

After half a sentence, I suddenly didn't know how to continue.If Qiao Zuodong was like a normal mother, would I still be the Yishu I am today?Am I easy-going and forgiving like my name suggests?

It sounds wonderful, as if it should be.

But that's not who I am now.

I let out a breath, broke away the old man's hand and stood up, and walked to the car without looking back: "Go back to Chai's house."

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☆, the beginning of blindfold chess

On the way back to Chai's house, I kept wondering whether Fan Jinglan could be persuaded by me to fight against Chai Si for neutrality, because Chai Si had eight masters in his hand, and the second master Chai and Chai Huan who were outside were staring at each other. Splitting up with Chai Si will obviously be a lot harder to deal with.

I was thinking about whether to bring my father, who is good at the golden mean, into my camp, but then I quickly dismissed this idea——Fan Jinglan didn't seem to have a strong desire to control, but in essence it was because few things were out of control. Just like the head of the Chai family, once she feels threatened, she would rather use me, the threatening Miss Chai Wu, than let her go.

And she is also very smart. Although she has a family, she doesn't make people feel that this is a weakness at all, but a tasteless existence.Such a woman like a Xiaoxiao swordsman, who was able to comfort her husband and son in the first place, and stabilized her stepdaughter in the end, was able to make a family full of loopholes impossible to challenge, and she had to say that she was very skillful.

I covered my face and sighed softly.

She has means, and I'm almost dying of worry.

It was getting closer back to the old house, and just as I was about to go to sleep, the bodyguard came out from nowhere, without saying a word, just pointed to the study, then turned and left.

I took a look at the study room, it was dark, I thought Fan Jinglan was so anxious to see me, maybe there was something wrong with her.

Walking into the study, Fan Jinglan didn't turn on the light, she was sitting in front of the computer checking something.Seeing me coming, motioned for me to sit over, then moved the computer in front of me, and played the progress bar of a video from the beginning.

I asked: "What is this?"

Fan Jinglan's answer was very clear: "The second game of the big banquet."

I watched a familiar gambling table slowly enlarge on the screen, thought for a while and said, "You didn't seem to be in the Hei Sanjia auditorium on the second floor."

"I got it from somewhere else, don't worry about it."

The second game I was absent from was roulette. The croupier should be responsible for playing beads on the side of the rotating roulette, and then the number of beads falling on the grid matches the number reported by the party, and that party wins.

But Fan Jinglan said: "This is not a game of roulette, but a game of blindfolded chess."

I frowned and didn't speak.

Blindfold chess is very demanding, without looking at the board, without chess pieces, you must have an amazing memory and control over the overall situation. It is extremely difficult to calculate the number of chess pieces of the opponent and your own offensive.

But here the rules have been changed even worse. Instead of reporting the number of chess pieces, both sides use beads to hit the roulette, twice in each round.The title of the chess piece is reported for the first time, and the number mantissa played is the position before the chess piece moves, and the moving direction is reported for the second time, and then the number indicates where the chess piece falls after the chess move.

What is even more despicable is that during the beading period, the opponent can block the bead at the same time. If one's own bead is missed, the number of moves of the chess piece is not the one you want, and you can only accept your fate.

Fan Jinglan had already laid out the chess pieces on the side, and said to me: "This is a blind chess game, with 32 pieces and 90 intersections." Then she paused, and said, "The technique is fierce, and the style of chess is treacherous. Do you understand?"

I shook my head: "I don't know how to play chess."

Fan Jinglan said: "I didn't let you read the chess record, but carefully watch the roulette match in the video. Even if Wuguan Wang's beading skills are perfect, it is impossible to hit every shot, but the number of moves he asks for every time is accurate."

"You mean he kept a back move in every move?"

"No, there is no way out for every move." Fan Jinglan looked serious, "So as long as he makes a wrong number of beads once, he will lose the whole game!"

I slowly frowned: "Then how did he do it?"

"He is not only calculating the horizontal and vertical positions of the chessboard, but also calculating Yama's thoughts." Fan Jinglan freezes the images on the video one by one, "Every time Yama's obstruction is actually true and false, it is impossible to tell the difference .If Wuguan Wang only relied on his skills to face tough opponents, he might be defeated by real moves, and he would shrink back and be easily confused by fake moves. And in every confrontation, he should have counted the truth from Yama's expression and behavior. False, there were even a few times—” Fan Jinglan took a few steps back and showed me a picture, “His bead hit Yama’s real move, but the final landing place was still the number he wanted—he It was on purpose."

I was silent for a long time, and Fan Jinglan didn't speak either.In the end, I looked at the screen: "You want to tell me that because Wuguan Wang is so powerful in calculating people's hearts, you want to form an alliance with Chai Si and cling to Meng Poting's thigh?"

Fan Jinglan didn't answer directly, but added: "Blindfold chess is really nothing. There are few chess pieces and few points of intersection. Even if you use the roulette to increase the difficulty, it's still the lord who is merciful."

I lowered my eyes and didn't answer, Fan Jinglan continued: "The restricted area of ​​blind chess is Go, with 361 intersections, complex and changeable, many masters give up not because they can't play, but because of memory confusion and frequent mistakes. And a year ago, Wuguan Wang and the deputy heads of the Ying family of the Bai family had a competition of "multi-faceted besieging the blind". The same is true for the vice-patriarch. Later, Wuguan Wang made every move without leaking water, even if the vice-patriarch Ying deliberately played chess pieces to disturb his memory, the most number of moves that the vice-patriarch Ying played in his hands in the end was 359 moves."

I was taken aback: "Patriarch Ying is a character!"

Fan Jinglan said in a low voice, "Then I went crazy."

I:"……"

Fan Jinglan said: "Later, the chess record was recovered. This game could have been won in 87 moves, but Wang Jian, the official, took the lead. After nine hours of continuous play, the head of the deputy Ying was exhausted and his memory was weak, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse. , but the other four games have already been lost, and this is the only chance for the Ying family to come back. However, Wu Guan Wang used the movement of the chess pieces countless times to make the opponent's thinking extremely confused, and the final fatal blow completely drove the vice-patriarch Ying crazy. "

I:"……"

Goddess, you are really, a game of chess has a maximum of 361 moves, but it is not in the 359th move that Mingjin withdraws the pawns. The style of people who do this and leave a line to play chess is really... too bad!

Although I have more confidence in the goddess, but at the moment my heart is cold. If I lose Fan Jinglan's support, I will be short of a move against Chai Sihui.

When I was thinking about what to do next, Fan Jinglan suddenly said, "I remain neutral."

Startled, I suddenly looked up at her.

Fan Jinglan looked at the restored chess game seriously: "This is a warning, I must be neutral."

The goddess is good at blind chess, but I am a blind chess player, and I am completely puzzled: "What did you see?"

Fan Jinglan lightly closed the computer, and the last bit of light in the study disappeared. She said in the darkness, "I see what the Prince Wuguan wants me to see."

……

Something happened to the Yan family.

Early the next morning, the news shocked the entire underworld.

As we all know, compared to Wenren's family who supported Yan Luodian, and Chai's family who supported Yan Luodian, Yan's family supported Meng Poting.Such a Hei family with a rich heritage and following Meng Poting would be set off.

When I heard the news, my first reaction was that His Royal Highness Yan Luo was really quick.

But Fan Jinglan didn't care about it, she just approved the accounting statement by herself, her eyebrows were light: "It wasn't made by Yan Luodian."

I pressed my forehead: "They made a mistake and let Bai Dao catch them?"

Fan Jinglan said in a low voice, "It's Meng Poting."

The hand I pressed my head froze for a while, and I put it down for a while, looking at Fan Jinglan quietly: "You don't seem surprised at all, is this what the goddess let you see on the chessboard?"

Fan Jinglan just handed me a document: "I forgot to ask you, do you want to intervene in the affairs of the Yan family?"

I looked at her for a long time before reaching out to take the file.

"Should stabilize the palace secret, Chi Chi contends, and the number of people who hear about Yan Qiaochai's division increases."

The Yan family has always been cunning, with many connections, countless hidden stakes, and often playing white tricks.He used to be very skilled in the black market, but after seeing Meng Poting's momentum, in order to be on the safe side, the trend immediately turned to laundering white institutions.For so many years, whether it is international smuggling or underground money laundering, it has been very handy.

It can be said that if the Yan family collapsed, it would be equivalent to cutting off Meng Poting's hand.

I clicked my tongue, feeling a little annoyed, thinking at this time, how could the goddess do such a thing of breaking her own arm?

While I was thinking hard, not long after, I received a call from Yan Fafu.

Yan Fafu, the second head of the Yan family, does not have the slightest sense of family responsibility or crisis, and his voice sounds extremely frivolous, with the air of a youthful youth: "Student reunion, will you come?"

I thought your class reunion was none of my business, but the next sentence Yan Fafu blocked my words: "Oh, Chai Yuhui brought her little boyfriend to show her affection, and your partner who was in the same class as her in junior high school Right? Yan’s family is not peaceful recently, I ate my last meal without a second meal, holding a steamed bun in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish, Chai Ji is the head of the family, please do me a favor! Pretend to be your male best friend, go rub Is it okay to have a meal?"

I:"……"

The second head of the Yan family, you fucking hold the steamed bread to deceive ghosts!

Yan Fafu still didn't give up, and whistled a few times: "The location is Hongshan in Xuanwu District. Oh, there is a petty bourgeoisie restaurant there that tastes good, but the road has been closed recently. It seems that we have to pay some fees, filial piety." The police uncle has two packs of cigarettes!"

I was silent for a while, and replied after a while: "What time?"

Yan Fafu smiled and said, "You wait for my text message."

After I hung up the phone, I looked at the information in my hand. The top one was a newspaper. The bold font with cracks was particularly intimidating. Coupled with the high-definition rubble of the broken bridge next to it and several buried cars, it was really attractive eyeballs.

——"The viaduct near Hongshan Park in Xuanwu District collapsed and buried two vehicles. The officials showed the innocence of the accounts and accused Baiyan Building Materials Company of being fake and shoddy!"

"This time it's quite a mess again." I sighed and flicked the newspaper, "But the torrential rain last night was so severe that it actually collapsed a viaduct."

The author has something to say: this chapter is a bit obscure, but it allows Chai Yuhui, a female supporting role who is almost forgotten by people, to appear on the stage. . .still worth something

☆、Straight male cancer patients

Class reunions are very simple, just a comparison.The high-end point is that men compare with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and women compare with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting; the second point is that men compare with power, money and future, and women are more beautiful than jewelry; the worst is that men can pee farther than anyone, and women can compare with who has bigger breasts...

However, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old classmates can't compare that far, at most the college entrance examination results and university rankings.I, a person who was absent from the college entrance examination and stepped into the society prematurely, thought about it for a long time, and then said to Yan Fafu: "I think I need to find a fake certificate..."

Yan Fafu was wearing a light blue sports cap, the corners of his white shirt were blown up by the wind, and his whole body was full of the sunshine and gentleness that belonged only to teenagers.He listened to my words, stopped in front of a typhoon shelter, and said to me: "If Iran really develops an atomic bomb, will it be brought to the United Nations to show off?"

I said, "Unless they are all idiots."

Yan Fafu said: "That's it. Except for those who didn't graduate from the second year of secondary school, who would bring the admission letter to the class reunion?"

I thought about it for the same reason. Vanity doesn’t have to be based on real evidence, just bragging.

Yan Fafu paid the money at the typhoon shelter, handed me a cup of walnut smoothie, and said comfortingly: "But in order to commend your idea of ​​making fake certificates, come and replenish your brain."

I:"……"

It rained last night, but today is hot and cool in summer.The dappled sunlight falls from the old and new overlapping leaves, the tips of the branches and leaves carry a gentle breeze, and the cicadas on the sycamore trees can be heard faintly.

Yan Fafu likes to kick stones when he walks. His short hair under the light blue sports cap fluctuates in the wind, and his face looks youthful because he often smiles.It's unbelievable that being appointed as the second head in the underworld Yan's family, what people feel is only the warmth and sweetness of the sun.

It is really rare to see such outstanding temperament, the most typical one is the goddess, with the wanton romanticism of a literati in every move, but also with a bit of sensuality, fully interpreting the ancient charm of the Qinhuai River.

This thought was out of control, and I immediately thought of the Chai family's masters, all of them fat waists and round arms...I could only hehe.

Hey, this is a male recessive gene, right? !I have to go to Kowloon! !

Along the way, I could already see the restaurant next to Hongshan Park in the distance. I threw the finished walnut smoothie in my hands. It was still cold from my throat to my stomach, but my hair was hot from the sun.

At the intersection, Yan Fafu took off his hat, scratched his slightly sweaty hair, and bought a cup of lychee and iced milk tea.But in front of the restaurant, because the restaurant is very bourgeoisie, even the attitude of the waiter is petty bourgeoisie, squinting at the cup of lychee milk tea, and politely said: "This restaurant prohibits bringing your own alcohol."

Yan Fafu looked at me and said with a smile, "I can't let me throw it away. Being a parent should also know that it is not easy to support a family. If the Yan family knows that I am so wasteful, they will definitely not let me live smoothly in the future."

I said: "Drink it in 1 minute, I guarantee you will unblock the chrysanthemum."

Yan Fafu shook the milk tea cup, gave me a half-smile look, then turned around and walked to the ticket office of Hongshan Park not far away.A group of children were entering with a half-ticket equal to their height, and adults were buying tickets at another place, and there were only two conductors watching.

Under the scorching sun, the children were all yelling. At this moment, Yan Fafu descended like a preserved egg superman, holding the iced milk tea very friendly. After saying something, the children stood upright one by one, and if he After thinking for a while, he handed a few sips of iced lychee milk tea to the most revealing little girl.

The little girl embraced the milk tea in surprise, and happily took a few sips.

Yan Fafu's goal was achieved, and he walked back and made a gesture: "You can go in."

Seeing that the delicate flowers of the motherland have been defiled in this way, I immediately corrected his behavior with righteous indignation: "How the hell can you do this! You sucked that straw all the way, and the milk tea didn't decrease at all. You just vomited after drinking it." Do you want to drink?"

"Oh, is that so?" Yan Fafu smiled like a spring breeze, "I forgot."

I:"……"

I also forgot, the Yan family has always been known for its cunning, how can you, the second chief, be such a fucking young man? !

This incident seriously warns the education department that it is necessary to strengthen the literary and ideological education of the flowers of the motherland, especially the essence of Chinese idioms.

You must know that the packaging of the bad guys is better than this communist society!Do you know! !

……

After three years, many of the grievances and grievances in junior high school were buried in the years, leaving only washed-out memories.Three years later, looking at those classmates who had gone away, they talked and laughed at Yanyan, but what I felt was Xiao Suo's wind and sand.

According to the general routine of the novel, some interesting things will definitely happen in the classmate reunion, which will push the plot to a climax.Whether it's a new love or an old love, or suppressing an old enemy, in short, Su, who makes people want to stop when they think about it, is full of enthusiasm.

However, due to the development of society and the inferior reproduction of creatures, it has to be said that when nature first created,