Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

The early spring in Taipei City is splendidly decorated with several layers of white. At first, the snow elves played everywhere at night, and the hail elves made surprise attacks during the day. Then, the snow elves quietly worked hard again and successfully kept the temperature below zero.

In recent days, college students who have just started school complained that the sensible snow has arrived, but the school is not sensible. Local primary and secondary school students are racing against time to build snowmen in front of the sun. As long as I build it fast enough, the snowman can stand up. No matter if it is white or not, this is a carnival before school.

Mo Zhichun, Xu Xiaoxiao's best friend. She was the daughter of the Lin family in Taipei who was mistakenly taken away for 18 years. In the second year after she was recognized by the Lin family, she was not presentable and had a vicious mind. She repeatedly provoked Gu Miao. At a banquet, she was pushed down the stairs from the second floor by Gu Miao, the adopted daughter of the Gu family, and died early.

Because he awakened in the reincarnation, he was forced to hurt Xu Xiaoxiao and other relatives and friends every time. He was unwilling to do so and was captured by the Gou Dai system. He was willing to pay the price of his life in exchange for a breakthrough. In order to reduce the difficulty of the task, the overall system traced this world back to the first life before the attacker came.

"Zhizhi, get up quickly, Xiaoxiao is here to play with you. Didn't you agree to go to the market? Mom and Dad are going to the market to buy dumplings first. The rice is warm in the pot, don't forget to eat it." A gentle voice came in through the heavy door, and the thudding sound woke up the girl who was curled up on the bed.

"Got it, Mom. I'll go down after I'm done packing." Mo Zhichun responded according to memory, slowly turning over to one side and subconsciously reaching for his glasses on the bedside table.

"Xiaohua, where are my glasses?" Mo Zhichun pulled back his thick bangs to reveal his eyes, and squinted to look around the room. As a fat otaku with 800-degree myopia who doesn't recognize anyone without his glasses, he subconsciously adjusted his glasses that didn't exist on his nose. He could lose money but not his glasses.

"It has been detected that the host's original body does not have the problem of myopia, so the host does not need to wear glasses in this world. Sprinkle flowers." The dog appeared out of thin air beside the bed, with its front paws grabbing the edge of the bed, and it stood on tiptoe and touched Mo Zhichun's hand on the bedside table with its head.

"So, because of my arrival, I replaced everything of Mo Zhichun. In other people's memories, Mo Zhichun was Xu Xiaoxiao's playmate, and other people's friend, classmate, daughter, granddaughter, and granddaughter..." Mo Zhichun was quite curious about this identity and wanted to verify his inner guess.

Xiaohua explained hurriedly: "You know, this world is relatively fair. It's just that this person's request is not proportional to the cost, and it is determined by the rules of the person at the top. You help her realize her wish, eliminate outsiders from this world, find the cause and effect line, and the system will eventually repair all the loopholes in this world. After all, there is always a price to pay for doing things." Gou Dai 666 didn't dare to convey the original words of that adult to Sister Mo. After all, the rule maker was used to doing whatever he wanted, but he was notoriously unreasonable.

"Then I just need to make sure the two protagonists are alive. I doubt that they have the only future together." Mo Zhichun pinched the bridge of his nose and did eye exercises. These are healthy eyes, they must be well protected. I will find a pair of scissors to trim my bangs later. As far as I remember, this school does not allow long hair.

"Yes, yes. You are free to do as you please with the rest, as long as it's not against the law. Then Sister Mo, I'm going to the team meeting." Excited and happy, the rookie in the workplace is ready to show his skills.

As a new system, Gou Dai No. 666 attended the weekly group meeting for the first time. He went out early with a pen and a small notebook.

"Okay, go ahead. Remember to come back this afternoon." Mo Zhichun got out of bed and sat down at the desk in his cotton slippers. He lifted up his thick bangs and looked at a pair of almond-shaped eyes, a standard fake smile with his lips curled, eight perfect white teeth, and a beautiful arc that moved the dimples on each side of his chubby cheeks. The chubby baby fat made the dimples easier to poke, and he reached out to poke it, but his fingernails left a white mark, and he looked down.

The round black nails came into view. Mo Zhichun frowned, and followed his memory to find a pack of wet wipes, a knife, and a few scissors from the drawer. He spread a few sheets of toilet paper on the table, picked up the larger scissors, and cut the nails that didn't look good into round shapes. He sharpened the scissors and trimmed the nails. He tore off the black nail polish with his hands and scraped off the rest with a knife.

He casually rolled up the cut nails in toilet paper, took a wet towel to wipe his hands, picked up another pair of scissors and started cutting his bangs, trimmed the hair behind his ears to ear level, wiped the scissors with a wet towel, and walked out the door with a pile of paper garbage.

After washing up in the yard, I used the water in the thermos to wash my hair, dried it with a towel, and squatted in the yard waiting for my hair to dry enough before blow-drying it.

The melted snow water flowed through the pipes on the roof and crackled into the wooden barrels filled with snow in the yard. The silver on the top of the mountain melted and activated and moistened the dry land along the mountain path.

"Zhizhi, you cut your hair. I told you that you'd be cuter without your thick bangs. It turns out you're just as adorable as I thought." Xu Xiaoxiao poked Mo Zhichun's dimples and smiled. Zhizhi was really pretty, her face was like a round glutinous rice dumpling, and it felt great to the touch.

At the market, Mo Zhichun stood in front of the cart of a man selling candied haws, picked up a few to pay, and the man stuffed a few yam beans into his bag.

"Kids, you always come to take care of my business, so I'll give you a few more. Don't look at the small size of the yam beans. They are very sweet when coated with sugar." The old man took the money and smiled at Xu Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhichun.

"I grew up eating grandpa's candied haws. If I want to eat them again, I'll have to wait until the holidays when school starts." Xu Xiaoxiao took the candied haws handed over by Mo Zhichun and ate one in a mouthful, sighing with satisfaction like a kitten: "It still tastes the same. Only grandpa's candied haws can be eaten over and over again."

"Of course, grandpa's candied haws are one-of-a-kind." He picked the highest candied haws in mid-air, paid the money, and responded.

The boy's appearance at that time was not yet fully developed, but one could see some of his future appearance from his youthfulness. Everyone in the surrounding villages knew that Old Man Ling had a good-looking grandson, who was sensible and well-behaved, and always ranked first in the class in terms of academic performance. He was a safe haven for female classmates, a benchmark for other children's studies, and a well-known child of other families.

Seven or eight red hawthorns are strung together and put into a pot of boiling sugar, and then turned around. The hawthorns are coated with a layer of icing sugar. When bitten open, the white and tender flesh and core are revealed, and the sour and sweet taste fills the brain.

Not to mention the cooked yam beans, which are already extremely soft and sticky, with a crunchy shell, eating them in big bites is like eating skewers with rice, and eating them in small bites, the sweetness is just right, neutralizing the monotonous softness. It is worthy of being eaten at the market since childhood, saving money to spend at the school gate when I was in elementary school, and a must-have snack on the bus home. Mo Zhichun nibbled on the candied haws in small bites and squinted comfortably.