Super Trick or Treat System

"Ten minutes ago," West said cheerfully. "Do you know what it means? Do you know what it means?"

"Yes." Li Bad replied. "I don't have to be an eel." There is another important thing. "Say-"

"An eel?" Suddenly, the saki person was confused. Then he grasped the meaning. "You are right. There is no eel, for each of us."

Li Badi said, "That's good." "Nedra-"

"She's by your side, exhausted. But she will be fine."

"Good." Li Huai said again. He was still thinking about another fact. When he tried to think about what it was, the answer came to him. He looked up at the awkward person. He said, "You are not Sam West."

"No?" said the rugged man, a smiling ghost on his lips. "Then who am I?"

"You are. No one can finish it except for."

"You're right. My name is. You are. That's it." Seeing the smile of this Qi man. This is a very good smile, this is the best smile he has ever seen. Then, when he sank into the exhausted depth, it disappeared. When he slept, he didn't even feel Jonana put Nedra's hand in his.

The morning of that day started like all mornings in the past two years, when the small alarm clock in Li Bad's office rang. He opened his dark eyes, struggled to sit down on the narrow bed, reached out his hand, and turned off the alarm clock. He yawned, put his feet on the floor, and rubbed his eyes. It's 7:30 in the morning on another working day.

There is no doubt that this day will be different. It's Monday again, which means the next five and a half days of work begins. Sunday has come and gone, and now it is just the memory of walking in a small city park, sitting on a bench in the afternoon sun and reading a book on astronomy.

Okay, Li Huai remembered. The stars, the glory of heaven-for him, perhaps it will always be just a daydream in his leisure time, and it will always be just an imagination of imagination. Only the words and prints observed by others can share the pleasure. behavior.

He stood up, yawned, and stared at the dirty mirror on the shabby table. He looked at himself blankly, then blinked suddenly. Ah, he thought, although life is full of hope, and he still has to go to work. He brushed the messy brown hair with a brush, took off his pajamas, and climbed into work clothes. He grabbed the towel and toothbrush, opened the door, and walked into the hall toward the bathroom.

At least his facilities are always clean, and maybe in a few months, he will be promoted from the factory's apprenticeship. Then, he has the ability to get a larger room in his sink and shower on the floor above.

After returning and finishing his clothes, he glanced at the narrow window. He can sew out a piece of sky and find the sidewalk below. He saw that it was a sunny day and a warm day. He put on his coat, left his hat behind and walked out, locking the door of the small room behind him.

Without waiting for the creaking elevator, he jumped off the ladder and walked to the lobby. Greeting a few boarders, he came to the newsstand. There, he stopped and glanced at the headline, browsed the magazine rack to see if there was something he might want to buy, which he had never seen before. He didn't notice anything. His eyes quickly cast aside the special reports on common crime and politics in the paper, and he was attracted by a subtitle:

The planned rocket plan is advanced-the project chief reports that the test has been going on for many months!

Li Huai stopped and glanced at the story quickly. He wished he had time to read the whole story, but he knew he didn't. In any case, he might be able to borrow a copy from one of them at lunch time. But this is the story that fascinates him.

When he walked into the cafeteria of a large restaurant and sat down for breakfast, he thought of this story. He has always been fascinated by rockets and stars. Even when he was a child in the orphanage, he would still understand everything he could get on the subject. He never stopped doing this. Now that he has left school, he still has for the past three years.

The white sand and redstone rocket experiments are increasingly making headlines. The first twelve small satellites are fascinating, and the ongoing discussions of the permanent artificial satellite program are even more so, because it is expected to be the beginning of a long-term planned space platform, and thus the first real space flight.

Li Badi hopes he can learn more about what happened. Somewhere in the west, in the deserts and beaches of New Mexico thousands of miles away, history is forming. Many people working there are much older than him.

But fate is severe and arbitrary. For others, college education can make the mathematics, chemistry, and physics required for this job at the best level. However, for an orphan, the world retains less charm and more realistic goals. Oh, of course, he had a chance to get a scholarship, but somehow he didn't do it. The manual training program emphasized in the State House just does not allow him more time to study scholarships. Even if his coach gave him a chance, he still couldn't achieve it.

For him, the study of abstract science will be a matter of family reading. He has eaten up all the books in the library. Even when working in the woodworking workshop of the factory, he still dreamed of flying over the wings of flames.

Maybe, if he has a father and a mother like most people, then he should have gone to college, and maybe even now helping the Rocketman conquer the universe. But his countrymen died in the carnage of the war, that was during the fall of Hitler's Germany, or when he had only seven children and was helpless and afraid.

Since then, he has reached agreement a thousand times, and Li Badi reflected that he was still lucky when he sprinkled the cereal into his mouth. The soldiers somehow found a tattered envelope, sewn into his shabby detention camp jacket, with identification, proving that he was the son of American parents born in the United States and he was detained in an enemy country. But, at his parents' place...well, there were some terrible explosions in those days. There is never the slightest trace. Li Huai has only vague memories of his people, and he has lost a place in the terrifying nightmare.

Like most children in the orphanage, Li Huai dreams that one day he can find his family and make them rich. But this is a dream as usual. The US army took him home and tried to track down his folks, but failed. Well, Lee Bad is still lucky. It is not shameful to be a worker in a democratic country.

The clock is ticking. Li Badi hurriedly swallowed the glass of milk he knew he needed for daily work, then paid the check and rushed out. He caught the bus at the corner, squeezed other people on the road, and rode for fifteen minutes to the edge of the town where the big factory was.

He jumped out of the car and went to the gate. He noticed a large group of people standing in front of them. He thought, why do they have to stand, why not keep punching? He walked up to them and saw them standing and chatting restlessly, wandering around, holding the lunch bucket empty-handed. Li Huai pushed through the door. He saw a bunch of people staring at the signs on the pillars. He read close.

This is a statement from the management. For various reasons, the factory seemed to be closed for six weeks. Due to the spring floods in the mining area and the shortage of raw materials, the management decided to use this shortage to reassemble and repair the tools. In the next few days, personnel from multiple departments will be summoned, and the rest will be temporarily dismissed. Another notice posted below stated that the company had reached a compensation claim with the union during this period.

Li Huai stared at the notice numbly for a moment. He himself has not joined the union because he is just an apprentice. For him, there may be only six barren, non-working hours. He wandered from the gate, wandering around, listening to a group of people talking.

Most of them seemed calm enough. Several of them are talking about the growing enthusiasm for organizing a hunting and fishing trip next week or so. Someone is talking about going home to the farm to visit the elderly. Most of them seem to more or less want to hang out at home with their families.

Suddenly Li Badi felt more lonely than usual. For him, there is no family. Even in the best of circumstances, the orphanage has a certain degree of indifference, a certain impersonal precision that cannot compensate for the warmth of family life. He has friends there, but what is certain is that this time they have also left, starting business or entering the armed forces.

The cold hall did not provide any special relaxation. Even using the municipal library to study his favorite scientific research of imagination, it seemed to be deserted for the entire six weeks.

He left these people, walked along the tall factory wall with his hands in his pockets, strolled slowly along the city, along the road leading to the empty country, and passed the end of the bus line. He considered himself. He counted himself.

He is almost twenty years old now. He is a good mechanic, a very beautiful carpenter, and very hardworking. He can always find a job where he can work with his hands. Although he never thought too much about the future. The army will take him away sooner or later. They didn't need him, nor did he think of volunteering first. He is always a little sensitive to his height because of his short age. This may be done subconsciously to prevent him from joining.

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