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Chapter 376 [Mid-Autumn Festival Small Theater] Extra Mid-Autumn Festival Cross-server Chat 1
One morning in August [-], in Bao Zhengzheng’s rented apartment room, Xianyu Bao Zhengzheng, who had stayed up all night typing, was lying on his double bed when a bell rang.

"Yowulu~~loleiloleiloleilo~~~wuhuhu~~wuhuhu~~mamawumamama~~~wuhuhu~~~yohuhuhu~~wubawubawubalabala~~"

The background music of Prince Baga.

"Hello?" The confused Bao Zheng touched the mobile phone on the bedside table.

I don't know who it is, but I called myself before eleven o'clock in the morning.

"Uncle..."

The serious, chubby nephew on the other end of the phone called out.

I don't know why this fat nephew called him so early in the morning.

"Oh, it's Fatty. Your uncle is dead, so I need to burn paper." Bao Zheng said weakly, and wanted to hang up the phone.

The fat nephew on the other end of the phone said in a low voice, "Uncle, grandma told me to tell you that no matter what happens, I will come back to my hometown for dinner tonight."

"Go back to your hometown for dinner?"

Bao Zhengzheng hadn't remembered what day it was. After muttering, he turned to the phone and refused: "That won't work. I have an appointment tonight."

Bao Zheng's tone was a little impatient. He was really sleepy and yawning again and again. His eyelids could only be half-opened as long as he could.

When the fat nephew on the other side of the phone heard this, he asked in surprise: "A date? Uncle, didn't you break up with Sister Xiao Shu and find your next home so quickly?"

Bao Zhengzheng said angrily: "No, I asked you Brother Fa to play tonight."

The fat nephew on the other side of the phone let out a long "Oh" and continued: "Then it's up to you, anyway, I'm just here to pass on a message, and I've all recorded the sound here, and then I will be considered uncle You are sentenced to death, and my nephew will not be jointly and severally liable."

"Meow meow meow???"

Bao Zhengjing was so startled that he sat up from the bed, and his whole body suddenly woke up, and asked nervously: "What the hell? Don't I go to my hometown tonight, and I will die?"

In an instant, he recalled a supernatural web article he once wrote.

The setting of the male protagonist in it is that he must go back to his hometown every year on the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, otherwise there will be bloody disasters, like the harm of wild gods from all walks of life, when he went out on a rainy day and fell into the sewer where the manhole cover was stolen and almost drowned. etc.

Could it be that I also have such a setting? !
Bao Zhengzheng couldn't help thinking about it.

As a result, the fat nephew on the other end of the phone gloated and said, "Uncle, you don't know about the Mid-Autumn Festival today, do you? West God?"

Mid-Autumn Festival? !

Bao Zhengzheng looked at the calendar on his phone, and found that today is indeed the Mid-Autumn Festival on the [-]th day of the eighth lunar month.

Since he became a freelance writer, he has no concept of any traditional Chinese festivals.

So it's reasonable to forget about the Mid-Autumn Festival today.

At this moment, the fat nephew on the phone suddenly increased his voice and called out: "Grandma, you are back."

This is a signal.

Bao Zhengjing also increased the volume of his voice, and replied firmly: "Well, I have actually bought the ticket and can go home in the afternoon. As a child, it is due filial piety to go home often, let alone Let’s talk about the Mid-Autumn Festival, isn’t it, as the saying goes, I miss my relatives a lot during the festival, and I miss you a lot too.”

He decided that he would immediately send a red envelope to his chubby nephew's WeChat later.

The fat nephew on the other end of the phone chuckled, and then asked in a low voice, "What about Brother Fa?"

Bao Zhengzheng said decisively: "Brother Fa? Who is that? I don't know him. Go to Te."

After a long time, the old-fashioned words of the fat nephew came from the other end of the phone: "Oh, you are decisive enough, uncle, you can accomplish great things."

A life-threatening phone conversation was hung up.

"Ugh"

Bao Zhengjing seemed to be able to see that his fat nephew pushed his glasses frame, looked at him, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, no future."

I glanced at the time on my phone and realized it was still early. I could sleep a little longer.

Anyway, he just went back to his hometown. If he can't buy a high-speed rail ticket, he can just take a taxi back home.

After that, he fell asleep until [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Now that he has had a good night's sleep, he gets up, brushes his teeth, washes his face, and eats some monkey mushroom brand rice milk that nourishes his stomach.

"Yowulu~~loleiloleiloleilo~~~wuhuhu~~wuhuhu~~mamawumamama~~~wuhuhu~~~yohuhuhu~~wubawubawubalabala~~"

Prince Baga's background music sounded again.

Bao Zhengzheng has been staying up late for several days in a row recently, and his temper has become a little irritable.

As soon as he took out his mobile phone and saw who the caller was, he immediately yelled: "So I sent you a WeChat message to tell you that I'm going back to my hometown tonight, so I won't go out with you anymore. "

A faint sigh came from the other side of the phone, only to hear Xiaofa, a boy from the Chen family, say coquettishly: "Eh? Then I'm going to stay in the empty room alone tonight? Seriously, Ge Ge. Can't you accompany me?"

At this time, Xiaofa, the boy of the Chen family, was still a simple single dog.

Bao Zhengzheng gave a cold snort, and said indifferently, "I'm dead."

As a result, the boy from the Chen family over there became anxious, "Damn you! Brother, after so many years, do you have the heart to leave me in this empty house in a foreign country on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival and reunion?"

Bao Zhengzheng frowned, and said contemptuously, "Your words don't rhyme, and what about your parents?"

This guy doesn't look like he is a child who is carrying a bag and is far away from home.

I have no relationship with him at all, this kind of festival is not worthy of my parents, brothers, sisters and girlfriends, why do I always cling to my gay friend.

The boy from the Chen family over there let out an 'oh', and then explained: "A few days ago, the investment made a windfall, and the two of them went on a trip out of town. They were supposed to take the flight back today. In the end, I missed the plane, so I guess I won’t come back until the National Day.”

Bao Zhengjing held his forehead with one hand, and thought to himself, why wasn't he the one who made the windfall?Immediately envious of each other's parents.

"Then I am helpless."

"Seriously, Ge Ge, can I beg you? If you leave me alone in this indifferent foreign land during such a traditional festival, I will die..."

"I also sympathize with you, but you also know that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If I don't go back to my hometown, I will die."

At the end, Bao Zhengjing did not forget to add: "Moreover, it is definitely worse than dying alone in a foreign land."

In the end, Bao Zhengjing was really entangled with the little hair of the young boy from the Chen family.

"Okay, then you can go back to your hometown with me today for the holiday."

Bao Zhengzheng thinks so, since the other party's parents can't go home anyway, it's better to take the other party back to their hometown for the holidays.

It's just an extra pair of chopsticks, just an extra pair of chopsticks compared to the dog that Xiao Shu brought back last year.

If Xiaofa, a boy from the Chen family, knew that he was in Bao Zhengjing's heart, and that he was just more chopsticks than a dog, maybe the 16-year boat between him and Bao Zhengjing would capsize.

(End of this chapter)