After Becoming a Little |

Aliya slapped the table: "If I meet this kind of hypocritical supporting actress, I'll just slap her on the face!"

Lianhua reluctantly switched the TV to the documentary channel: "Aya, you are not suitable for watching those TV series..."

In fact, from Lianhua’s point of view, Aliya seems to have a deep hatred for those TV dramas such as family ethics at eight o’clock. When she was in China, she complained about those domestic TV dramas set by CCTV many times, and hated iron and steel to film the table. Scolding the enemy is in the Propaganda Department.

Alia complained about the hypocritical supporting actress, and then began to complain about the entire TV series, and even extended to the TV series of the Republic, which is similar to that kind of troll on the Internet, except that Ai Xiaoxian's rainbow fart is still very good-looking.

The positive energy propaganda of the Republic, in fact, still stays in the painting style of the last century - advocating hard work and advocating self-sacrifice for others.In terms of some heroic deeds alone, this is indeed admirable, but what kind of things are produced in TV dramas?

Let’s talk about the recent domestic TV series "Mai X". After watching a few episodes, Alia really wanted to smash the TV series. She was noisy and crying every day, and abused for the sake of abuse. Three and a half catties of Erguotou squatting in the toilet and smelling the smell. The plot written with feet, the sense of logic is not so much a display of the military's sense of honor, it is better to say that with such a name, it has reversed a wave of military members. .

Seemingly righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact loyal and hypocritical-abuse for the sake of abuse, presenting a wolf-hearted and ungrateful scum, and an inspirational image that is ignorant but self-righteous. On the one hand, it was forced by family reasons and sold for 10 yuan. The military medal, on the one hand, the little girl sold herself to a rich fat man in exchange for 10 yuan to redeem the military medal...

It seems that the sense of honor of the military family can only be reflected if the good things are ruined. The real military family can't wait to beat the screenwriter's head straight after watching it, okay?

In this way, CCTV is still boasting, what is vigorous and positive, the first impression is that it is refreshing and full of hope...

Ho - spit!

I really don't know what went into the minds of the producers who made "The Return of the Great Sage". Let's change the name of this drama to "Southerners in the Black Eyes of the Northern Region".

Aliya slapped the table again: "What is the real propaganda? It should be to capture people's hope! To show the beauty and bright future that mankind desires - what people want to see is this kind of dog blood and trampling? Fart!"

How hard and difficult the publicity is, but the dedication is still endless. It is touching, but can this thing attract more people to learn?

Even the "Woman Married to the Mountain" had a positive energy sign in that year - she was kidnapped and sold to the mountain village!

"Don't let yourself be the one who ignores misfortune, otherwise, one day you will find that when you suffer misfortune, you will be surrounded by such people." Alia was heartbroken: "What should the real positive publicity be? It should be Everyone gets rich through the labor of their own hands, and obtains a better life through their hard work and unremitting efforts—do you know what impressed me the most when I watched the documentary of Lord Longping?"

Lianhua blinked, and shook her head in a little bewilderment.

"It's time for the country to reward Duke Longping with 500 million yuan!" Aliya patted Lotus's thigh: "Now those people have formed an inherent impression that scientists should be poor, and that willingness to contribute is tantamount to suffering. This kind of propaganda is a necessary background of the times, but what about now? The cultural propaganda of our country still has a long way to go..."

"..."

Aliya looked worried about the country and the people, and the girl's face was matched with this expression. The contrast made Lianhua unable to recover for a long time.

At this time, Aliya's phone rang, interrupting her worrying thoughts.

She looked at the phone number, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows—it was a strange call from her mother.

"Hello, Xiaoya? 』

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Did your dad tell you about the dinner party?" 』

"Send me a text message and tell me that I'm choosing a dress." Aliya looked at the lotus next to her. In fact, she Ai Xiaoxian didn't know how to choose clothes at all, anyway, she looks good in anything.

She even wanted to find Blue Star's women's model, Hai Lan House, and she would go shopping twice a year to collect her usual outfits and she would be done.

Like Conan, he is rich and frugal, wearing a small suit for 20 years.

But Lianhua is different. Adhering to the principle of "things are not more than three", she has a natural obsession with picking clothes. Now she is rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find her suitcase—she checked in three suitcases at the beginning. box of clothes over here.

The mother's voice was a little bit lower: "The banquet tonight...may be a little problematic, Xiaoya, you'd better not go." 』

Aliya blinked: "Oh, okay, I see."

"Well, mom has something to do, so that's it. 』

"Okay, Mom, you are busy, bye, Mom."

"..."

Aaliyah covered the phone, tossed it in her hand, and began to think about what could be wrong with a mere dinner party.

As for saying no?

Originally, I still had this kind of thought, but my mother said something was going to happen, so I really have to go and see.

Lianhua didn't know this, she just shook the skirt in her hand, directly ignoring Aliya's self-struggle, but chose to drown her with the progress of history: "Is this okay?"

Sure enough, Aliya, who had a seven-second memory, instantly forgot all the previous thoughts, touched her chin and began to study this color scheme: "Is it too plain?"

It's too white, like a little white flower, but if something happens tonight, the style of the little white flower is not suitable.

As a Kamen Rider, one must follow the basic rule of transforming according to the color of the color. You can't say that you are born in a white style, but you can directly kill the boss with a single punch.

"Is it too plain?" Lianhua sized up the white evening dress, thought for a moment and then grabbed a royal blue one: "What about this one?"

"No, this suits you, noble."

"Then this red one?"

"It would have to be my mother. I'm not a fiery beauty—although I'm a beauty."

"..." Lianhua thought for a while, and finally found a black one: "So Aya is actually the same as the Qin Dynasty people, still black?"

The so-called black color actually refers to black. The theory of five virtues comes from the theory of five elements. It has been written in "Historical Records Fengchan Shu". Zouzhi, so Brother Zheng adopted it, but the black color of the Qin Dynasty was still blue.

He thinks that Zhou Dynasty is Huo De, because Yin Shang is gold, so Huo overcomes gold, and Zhou Dynasty is not a counter-attribute comeback master like Xiaozhi, of course, he can only win by suppressing attributes.

This is metaphysics, but in ancient times, it's just like this.

The convincing brother Zheng felt that since the Zhou Dynasty was fire, then he would unify the six kingdoms and re-establish the Central Dynasty, that is, suppress the Zhou Dynasty, so water can defeat fire—it’s up to you!Water Virtue!

Brother Zheng, who chose the carp king, pressed a button to change his clothes, so Qin Chao respected black, and his clothes, military flags, banners, and festival flags were all black, which was very stylish.

So this is why later in the Han Dynasty, when I first saw TV dramas, they were mostly black, but then slowly changed to red. Because the Han Dynasty was Huode Yanhan, so in the Han Dynasty, the definition of black also changed from blue to red. Reddish in black.

In the history of the Republic, it was really changed to yellow as the respect, it was a matter of the Tang Dynasty, because the Tang Dynasty was Tude, and the later ones simply continued this practice, and bright yellow became exclusive to the royal family.

There was even such a strange thing as a yellow mandarin jacket in a certain dynasty...

However, compared to the bright yellow color, the Xuanpao Tyrant looks very stylish. The combination of black and gold will always give people a majestic and solemn texture. Even when the book is set across a sea, Everyone knows that the final transformation of the card face is made black to show its strong character. If both eyes are black, it will be too strong.

Replaced with a bright yellow dragon robe tyrant... Which troupe is this a group performer?

Aliya is used to wearing black, mainly because black is resistant to dirt when in a different world, and blood splashes will not leave obvious traces-the reason is very violent.

Lianhua shook the long black evening dress on her hands: "So Aya, do you want to try it?"

Aliya looked away subtly: "That... don't wear it for now..."

"Huh? Why?"

"I...I'm going to wait for one thing, it seems that it hasn't been finished yet." Ai Xiaoxian grabbed the hem of her clothes, twisted and twisted, pretending to be very shy.

In fact, it was a little excited, a little curious, and even a little bit of anticipation.

"???"

……

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Japan · Dongdu · an apartment building

Lu Wuxia put down his phone, looked at the upper floors of this modern apartment building, and locked his eyes on a room with curtains on the seventeenth floor.

But as soon as she stepped into the lobby of the apartment building, she heard a loud noise behind her, as if something had fallen from upstairs.

Lu Wuxia suddenly turned her head, her eyes widened, but her pupils instantly shrank like needles.

The roof of a van parked at the entrance of an apartment building was completely sunken, and a girl in only pajamas was lying on the roof. The whole person was almost embedded in the roof. Twisting away, the glass of the car windows and doors all shattered into debris all over the place.

Her cheeks were covered with blood, dripping down the corners of her forehead that was drooping weakly, dyeing the hair on the temples in front of her forehead into strands of embarrassment.

Lu Wuxia rushed out, and suddenly raised his head to look at the window on the 17th floor again, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon.

A man wearing a mask and sunglasses poked his head out from between the windows and looked down--there were a lot of people below, pedestrians passing by, residents entering and leaving the apartment building, so he didn't care about Lu Wuxia's gaze, just After confirming that the girl had indeed fallen, she retracted her head.

Lu Wuxia gritted her teeth, rushed forward and grabbed the girl's hand, checking her condition.

There was blood pouring down from her throat and spreading. At first glance, it looked like she was pierced by a window when she fell, but Lu Wuxia knew it was man-made when she saw the piercing angle of the broken glass. neat.

Lu Wuxia held her throat, raised her head, and comforted her repeatedly: "Hold on... hold on—call an ambulance!!"

She turned her head and yelled at the cowering passers-by beside her, and then checked the pupils of the woman who fell from the building: "Stay awake! Can you listen to me? Futaba, look at me—you look into my eyes !"

The girl who fell from the building was originally staring blankly at the sky, but she turned her eyes with difficulty when she heard the words, and looked at Lu Wuxia who was wearing a red dress. ..."

"You'll be fine! Trust me!"

"Sister Lu...has a lot of friends...I also think...for you...I should be just one of them..."

"Don't talk! You hurt a blood vessel, I will cure you!"

The eyes of the girl who fell from the building gradually closed, and her voice was low and inaudible: "But I only have you...friend..."

"Wake up! You look at me—"

Someone squeezed out from the crowd and shouted loudly in the Republic language: "Feed her your blood!"

When Lu Wuxia looked up, she saw a young woman in a khaki windbreaker carrying a large paper bag, neatly turning over the guardrail, and reminded again: "Lu Wuxia! Feed her your blood!"

The mother blamed without hesitation touched a piece of broken glass next to her, cut open the upper muscles of her wrist vertically, opened the large vein, and stuffed the wrist, which was spraying a fine mist of blood, into the mouth of the woman who fell from the building.

The khaki-colored elder sister rushed up, tore off her windbreaker and tied her arms for her mother: "Although I don't know if it will work, but this is the only way at present-what happened?!"

My mother has the urge to kill people, you don't even know what happened, so you let me feed you blood?

Of course, she didn't even think about how bold and reckless her bloodletting act was on the spot—it was just because others said that feeding blood could save her friend, so she did it without any hesitation.

If this universe hadn't been for the Huanxiguan Licking Dog universe, her straightforward nature would have been locked in the basement as early as the first episode, and she might not be released until the end.

"Someone threw her down from the upstairs." My mother explained in a strange and cold voice, squinting at the khaki-colored sister Yu, who didn't care about the fact that she was being bloodletted, but looked at it with a little hesitation The eyebrows and eyes of the other party: "Have we...have you met?"

The khaki-colored elder sister shook her head: "No, we haven't met, but my brother has seen you—his name is Zhuang Guangrui."

As he spoke, he touched the metal texture of the van's roof, observed the degree of depression, sized up the body shape and skeleton of the woman who fell from the building, waved his hand to feel the wind direction around him, and glanced at the splashed glass around him. The extent of the debris, and finally raised his eyes to look at the height of each floor, and said with a confident expression: "This fell from the 16th floor, and the error will not exceed one floor."

The red skirt's mother pointed upstairs strangely: "You can see which windows are broken and you will know. What's the use of counting so many?"

The khaki-colored elder sister looked up in amazement, and then saw a window on the seventeenth floor still bears traces of being smashed, with curtains rolling out and flying.

"..."

"Does the method you mentioned work?" My mother stared at the khaki-colored sister's eyes strangely: "What happened when I was unconscious, does your brother know? What's your name?"

"My name is Yucixin." The khaki-colored sister Yu looked at the gap upstairs, then turned her gaze to the exit of the apartment building, and answered Lu Wuxia's words: "Using the words of a tyrant, after you wake up from a coma, you Becoming a natural evolutionist, although it is weak compared to her, is evolution after all-your blood contains the biological weapon ingredients of the Holy Cross, and you can make related serums... what effect does it have if you drink it directly? I have no idea."

Directly facing the apartment building, there are four elevator doors on both sides. Now there is an elevator that just reaches the ground floor, making a crisp ding-dong sound.

The eyes of the khaki-colored sister Yu suddenly turned awe-inspiring, and she reached her armpit and held down a Glock27 pocket pistol—this kind of pistol is usually purchased as a self-defense gun. It is small and light, and it was once equipped for pilots in India. This kind of pistol, but it is a pity that Pakistani and the Indian Air Force captured a lieutenant colonel in the previous battle, and the other party did not even shoot a single shot.

In fact, the matter of equipping pilots with guns has been shelved for a long time in modern times, until a Jordanian pilot was captured in 05 because he had no weapons to resist after the plane crashed, and was finally put in a cage by the Islamic State extremist organization. After the tragedy of being burned alive with gasoline, countries began to pay attention to the distribution of self-defense weapons to pilots in extreme cases.