From Car Overlord To The World's Top God

Chapter 550

Lin Feng’s writing speed is very fast, and no one can write as fast as he can. Lin Feng wrote:

The last time I saw her was at the station, and I drove her to the station. Along the way, we were silent. When approaching the station, Zhuang Fu asked me whether I liked her or not. I said I like it. She asked me to chase her, but I did not agree. She just said that she didn’t like it, and I didn’t answer. The air in the carriage suddenly became tense, and the car stopped at the gate of the station. She pulled the car door, passed the trolley case from me, and left without saying anything.

It was June, and in summer, the clowns on the tree were still screaming.

For an hour, Lin Feng put away his pen and showed it to Hathaway.

At this time, Hathaway was sitting on a chair, putting her leg on another stool, looking relaxed and relaxed.

“Okay. Take a look.”

“Um.”

Hathaway laughed.

However, Lin Feng returned to the room.

“Lin Feng!” Hathaway stopped Lin Feng.

“what happened to you?”

“I write.”

“I haven’t finished it yet.”

“Look, there are a few thousand words anyway. You don’t think you can read it carefully in one time.”

“That’s OK, you can continue to write.”

“Okay, I’ll continue writing.”

Lin Feng laughed, and suddenly he discovered that the matter of writing had fallen on him like a devil.

Once you pick up the pen, you will become addicted to writing.

boom!

Lin Feng returned to the desk.

“”Cao De and Ma Han.” Lin Feng wrote a title.

Then wrote:

People in the white town have long been accustomed to the black sun, the street lamps that never go out on the road, the black banyan leaves and the clothes that are hot from the sun. The moon rose, and the yard was big and clean. Cao De was lying on the chair, and the spring breeze was blowing from the other side of the wall, which was a bit cool.

Today is July 15, the so-called Ghost Festival. Cao De does not believe in ghosts, in order to prove that there are no ghosts. He deliberately moved a chair to the yard after his family fell asleep. Twelve o’clock has passed, the surroundings are quiet, and the shadows of the trees are dancing in the moonlight. There were a few dog barks in the distance.

Cao De rubbed his eyes drooping because of fatigue, and he was about to go into the back room to sleep. He was already sleepy. People in this small town go to bed early. It has been a long time since twelve o’clock, the ghost has not appeared, it seems that there will be no ghosts.

Cao De got up from his chair, he looked up at the sky, the moon was covered by clouds. There was a triumphant smile on his face.

Cao De has always been very courageous. He had heard his mother say it over and over again. In this place, when a child takes a bath for the first time after birth, he will put a weight in the bathtub. How many catties, the larger the weight, the greater the courage of the child in the future. Cao De put two in the first bath. He weighs six catties, so he is much bolder than ordinary people.

Cao De closed the door of the yard, put away the chair, and moved the chair into the back room. At this time, a beam of white light shot from the door, and then Cao De heard a shout from the door:

“Cao De! Cao De”! ”

“Who are you?”

“Me! Mahan!”

Cao Dexuan’s heart calmed down, “Ma Han, what do you come to me for so late?”

“Late? How can there be daylight in the white town?”

“But now it’s past twelve o’clock, and I just looked at the clock.”

“What are you talking nonsense? It’s only nine o’clock!”

“What? Impossible!”

“What’s impossible! Your clock is broken.”

“But my family fell asleep. They all went to bed at half past nine.”

“Cao De! What silly thing are you talking about! You don’t have a family! Quick! Open the door, let me in, I’ll have something to do with you.” Ma Han’s voice was loud, shaking the surrounding walls.

Mahan walked in with a flashlight. He walked into the back room and turned on the light in the living room, then walked into the kitchen and boiled a pot of water. It was not unfamiliar at all, as if this was his home.

Ma Han and Cao De are not related by blood; they are brothers who have changed lives.

Cao De is a widower. He is in his fifties. When he was young, his wife ran away with them. His only daughter, married to the next town the year before, had never returned home, as if she had been sold to someone else.

Ma Han’s left leg was pressed against his right leg, and his right leg was bent flat on the chair. He lifted the kettle and poured water into the teapot. The tea leaves at the bottom of the kettle floated up and loosened, and the tea came out white and fragrant. After washing the tea once, pour it on the teacup, a total of two cups. Ma Han held a cup in front of Cao De.

Cao De lay on the bench with his legs resting on the armrests of the chair, holding a short-handled pipe in his right hand, and breathing lightly into the pipe mouth, taking a full mouthful, and then spraying it out, blending with the white smoke of tea.

Mahan said: “Drink tea.”

Cao De sat up, “Okay! Drink tea!”

Cao De blew gently into the teacup, but the tea was not hot; then he took a sip. Cao De said to Mahan: “¨¨smoking!” After he finished speaking, he placed the pipe on the table in front of Mahan.

“I will not.”

“Impossible. I remember you would…”

“Cao De! That all happened so many years ago.”

“Cao De, but I remember…”

“You are Cao De! I am Mahan!”

“Oh! Mahan, I remember… what am I going to say…”

“Okay. Let me tell you first, I came to you today to bring light to the white town.”

Cao De’s house raises pigs. At this time, most of the pigs in the pigsty are asleep, and some of them are lying quietly on the ground. When Cao De walked in with Mahan’s flashlight, all the fat pigs shrank to the corner of the pigpen. The pigpen smelled of pig shit.

The light of the flashlight dazzled in front of Fat Pig’s eyes, illuminating Fat Pig’s cloudy yellow eyes. One of the Fat Pig’s body was covered with pig dung and black fine sand, while the other half was clean. On the ground near the ventilation window of the pigsty, there are some unwashed pig feces. There is still a little soup with butter in the long pig trough (Qian Li Zhao). The edible food in the soup has been eaten by the pigs. .

Cao De opened the faucet and pulled in the water pipe connected to the faucet. The water column was painted on the pig body like ink, painting the fat pig’s body black and flushing the pig feces into the sewer. The fat pigs were frightened. They ran from one side to the other, escaping from the splash. One was so scared that it rushed to the low wall of the pigsty, and two hoofs were placed on the low wall.

Mahan stood at the door of the pigsty house and said:

“Cao De! Doesn’t it smell?”

Cao De walked out. He wiped the spray on his face with his hands, and then turned off the faucet next to him.

“Smelly!” Cao De lit a cigarette. “It’s been a long time since I washed the pigsty.”

Cao De went to the backyard again. He walked through the garden where the chickens and ducks were closed, and drilled under a starfruit tree. The ripe starfruit fell down when he hit it, and smashed into the ground behind him. . .