The First Chaos In History

The pawnshop was more than 4 years old. Hua Mulan and Ni Siyu had just arrived home shortly after they threw their heels aside, sitting on the sofa desperately rubbing their feet, and throwing a lot of handbags at their feet. From this point of view, she It's not like a woman. If it's a bun, she will try on the clothes she bought again no matter how tired she is on the street.

The current Hua Mulan looks like an executive of a foreign-funded enterprise. She has a white blouse and a straight professional suit. She looks capable and charming. With her experience as a soldier, this suit really suits her. It seems that the little girl is really thinking about dressing up Mulan, but the image of the strong woman seems to be far from the dream of Mulan. In my impression, the strong woman is a species smaller than a man and larger than a woman. They probably Approximately equal to a ladyboy.

When Ni Siyu was leaving, he said to me: "I'm thinking about it, not going to a foreign country." I looked at Mulan on the sofa and asked: "That sister gave you a patriotic education class?" I absolutely believe that never Hua Mulan, who has taken a moral and ideological class, has the strength to persuade the vacillating little girl in a few words.

Ni Siyu smiled and said, "I thought about it. I'm only 19 years old this year. Even if I participate, I still have time." Ni Siyu's eyes swept around the room, and I said, "Your elder brother may have gone out." The little girl said with a face. Red, went away like running away.

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For the next two days, Liu Laoliu did not let me idle, and brought two people to me. The first one was an old man, the second... was still an old man, and the first one sat in the bar without anything. After I asked, I found out that it was the tea saint Lu Yu. He picked up two kinds of little-known teas from the tea shop. It happened that that day was the first heavy rain after the autumn, Saint Lu hurriedly placed all the containers that could be found in the kitchen outside to catch the water, but everyone knows that the precipitation in the city now is acid rain, and the face will be disfigured. So Lu Sheng drank a little cup of tea in the morning, and couldn't leave the toilet anymore in the afternoon...

When the second person came, the two hands kept pressing on the table. At first I thought it was an IT worker. Later, Liu Laoliu told him that this was Yu Boya. The name Yu Boya might be familiar to everyone. I only found out that this was the author of Gaoshan Liushui when I inquired about it. Back then, Lao Yu played the piano by himself and played the piano righteously. Lao Yu was very angry, knowing that there were people who would listen to nothing without paying for it. After a while, seeing a woodcutter turning out from behind the mountain, Lao Yu asked him what are you doing? It was Zhong Ziqi who chopped firewood. Although Zhong Ziqi has chopped firewood now, he may have been to a conservatory in his early years. There is also a saying that Zhong Ziqi's grandfather played cotton, so he has studied music quite a bit, so he didn't hurriedly said: listen. Lao Yu said, can you understand? Zhong Ziqi said you played one, Yu Boya played one. Zhong Ziqi said: G major. Yu Boya was taken aback and played another song. Zhong Ziqi nodded and said: Well, you are the blues. Yu Boya was surprised and introduced Zhong Ziqi as his first confidant. When the two broke up, they agreed that they would meet here at this time next year, when Yu Boya will dedicate the complete "To Zhong Ziqi" and "Bao Shuya by the Sea" to his friend. As a result, when Yu Boya came back, he found that Zhong Ziqi had already made himself sad because of depression like most top artists. This meant that no one would understand what Lao Yu played in the future. Now, sad and desperate. Lao Yu broke the piano in front of Zhong Ziqi’s grave and vowed that he would never play G major and blues again. As for whether he played C minor or changed to the harmonica, it is untestable-an excerpt from "A Thousand Years of Play" Chapter 32 of the first volume: Luantan, by Zhang Xiaohua

In this way, our educators have assembled many art masters such as book saints, painting saints, tea saints, poetry immortals, piano immortals, etc. However, I am not much interested in these titles. When I was young, my dad sent me to the Children’s Palace to write on a whim. After a month of "learning from Uncle Leifeng", it stopped. And our drawing class teacher was a well-known folk painter in the city at that time. He was always inspired by Da Vinci’s painting eggs. As soon as I took the drawing class, we let us paint eggs. To be honest, my level of painting eggs is definitely one in the class. In the second place, it’s not like some children draw just two simple circles. It’s just that I shouldn’t have added something between the two eggs. Later, my class teacher called the parent-until I grow up, but when my bank card is When there is a combination of numbers like 010, I was frightened.

As for tea, piano, and the like, what does Miaoyu in the Dream of Red Mansions say? Drinking a small cup of bids, if there are more, it will be a cow drink. I like to drink brick tea in a 2.5-liter space cup and whistle while drinking... I should not have much in common with Lu Yu.

This day I was bored and sat in the **** shop and took a nap. To be honest, I really like my current job. If there is no future, I would really like to go on like this for a lifetime, but I am a little sorry to Lao Hao. The reason is because of my attitude of eating and waiting to die, so I have made up my mind to resign after getting married. I still have to borrow Lao Hao's place to live for a few days, so that I can give Baozi a surprise on the day of errands.

When I was about to sleep, a phone call made me irritated. I grabbed the phone and said angrily, "Hey!"

Old Hao's cheerful voice: "Qianzi, where are you?"

I blushed, listening to Lao Hao's tone seemed to know my recent situation better, really saying that Cao Chong's father Cao Chong's father is here.

"Haha, boss."

"busy lately?"

"...It's okay." My face flushed even more. When the boss made this sentence, it was usually the most difficult for employees to answer. I was so busy, but how about the amount of business?

"I've heard about your school. It's done well. Remember to call me the next time you celebrate."

"Mr. Hao~www.wuxiaspot.com~I..."

"Qianzi, don’t need to say anything. My place is a wasteful business. I can understand if young people don’t work for long. I am also very pleased to see you do your own business. To put it bluntly, I will take you. Always be your own son."

Except for my dad, it would be really nasty if someone else said it, but Lao Hao is qualified to say it. For three years, I didn’t make a penny for Lao Hao except for getting a second-hand Passat. Finally, I got a Song Dynasty bottle. I was also embezzled by me, and Lao Hao never said anything.

Old Hao Yu said earnestly: "Don't have any worries. When do you want to leave, I will let you go immediately-don't think too much about it. If you don't mean it, I will always welcome you."

Anyway, this matter has to be clarified sooner or later, and I expect to say: "Will you finish this month?"

Old Hao said happily: "Okay."

I said emotionally, "Thank you, boss. If you have anything in the future, just open your mouth. As long as I can do it, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. I will pay back what I owe you."

Old Hao hehe laughed, making me goose bumps: "Now there is a chance, depending on whether you dare to do it..."