The "end" of the wrong male god

At midnight, a person suddenly appeared in a secluded alley.He leaned on the wall, lowered his head, and limped slowly.

At this moment, a beam of dazzling light suddenly hit him.Startled, the man quickly raised his head.After seeing a black figure stepping off the motorcycle not far ahead, he then turned around, grabbed the wall with one hand, pressed his thigh with the other, and fled out of the alley in a hurry.

As a result, within a few steps, a gloomy voice came from behind:

"Liu Shuang, do you still want to get another stick?"

Liu Shuang was startled and stopped immediately.As the footsteps behind him approached, he trembled nervously.

"Please let me go. I will pay back the money as soon as possible. Two months, as long as two months. Please give me some more time!"

"Look up." The other party ordered without heeding.

Liu Shuang raised his head slowly, and looked at the man in front of him who was much taller than him in fear.Although the man was wearing a mask and hat, Liu Shuang recognized him as the one who took the lead in beating him that day just by looking at his eyebrows.

The man looked him up and down, then took out a bulging envelope from the inner pocket of the leather jacket, and threw it on him.

"Use it to pay off your debts. Don't borrow money if you don't have the ability in the future!"

Just as he was about to leave after speaking, Liu Shuang grabbed his arm and asked, "Brother, you... You made me pretend to faint that day to help me, right?"

The man didn't reply, just shook his arm and walked away.

Looking at the envelope in his hand, Liu Shuang couldn't help crying when he heard the sound of the motorcycle going away.

When Duan Duan took Fu Chengqi back to the downstairs of the rental house, it was already midnight.

He stopped the car, stabilized the car with one foot on the ground, took off his helmet, shook his shoulders lightly and said, "Hey, what a socialist bastard, we're here."

Fu Chengqi opened his eyes in a daze, slowly straightened up and muttered, "Damn, I'm so sleepy."

After speaking, he staggered off the motorcycle.

Duan Duan smiled, raised his hand and pointed to a household upstairs and asked, "What's the matter with you, have you lived here for a few days?"

"Well, I plan to live here until I get better." Fu Chengqi looked down at his wrist, then raised his head and said, "By the way, I discussed it with Brother Guan yesterday. I'll stop at the bar first." One week, wait until your hand recovers better. But you don’t have to follow me to stop work. If you delay for a week, you will lose a lot of money. You just listen to He Chang’s arrangement, and you can do what you want.”

"I don't care, our family is not short of this kind of money. Then I'll tell Meng Chen and Xiaochi." Duanduan nodded, and then asked: "But you live here alone, what about your daily life. Your hands are all like this, and it’s inconvenient to move around. Hey? How about I buy you some big robes from the Internet. It’s the kind that goes straight from head to toe, and you don’t need to pull up your trousers or tie them up... Aww! pain!"

"Tsk! Be quiet, what are the ghosts roaring in the middle of the night?" Fu Chengqi glanced back and forth, raised his arms and said, "Okay, okay, let's go quickly. I'm trapped, I want to go up quickly sleep."

Duan Duan vigorously rubbed his arm that had been beaten by him, and said aggrievedly: "Got it. Then call me if you have anything to do. My mother will fly back to my hometown tomorrow afternoon, and I will be free after that."

"Okay." Fu Chengqi patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, go back quickly, don't tell me when you get home."

"Fuck! I fucking thought you told me to tell you when I got home. Heartless man. I'm sad, let's go." Duanduan put on his helmet with a smile, waved to him, and then galloped away.

After Fu Chengqi entered the house, he threw the key on the shoe cabinet, then picked up the cigarette case and ashtray on the table, opened the balcony door and walked up to the roof.

At this time, it was just dawn, and there was silence all around.The chill of winter has not faded away, and the desolate coldness penetrates directly into the heart and lungs with every breath.

Fu Chengqi lit a cigarette with his back against the wind, and then straddled the parapet.He swayed his legs, turned on an internet radio station, clicked on the recording, put the phone beside him, and then hummed softly while admiring the quiet scenery of the city:

"There is a bird/Whistling/Love to make a noise at night/Throat is dry and itchy during the day/But it can sing to the moon/Stubborn loneliness/Never makes me sad/Only you can help me through this cold winter..."

After the song, Fu Chengqi picked up his phone and shared the song on Weibo.Then he routinely opened the private message again.Sure enough, I saw the unpretentious and maverick "Anpanman" among a group of fans who were looking for more benefits.

"Male god, do you like desserts? I can make all kinds of bread and eggs..." Fu Chengqi suddenly paused when he read this, "Bread?"

For some reason, he immediately thought of the little owner of the dessert shop.

Fu Chengqi was curious, and looked up at the other party's Weibo name, "Super Huahua of Anpanman".

"Super Huahua," he frowned, "...Nianhua?"

The next morning, as soon as Nianhua opened his eyes, he sat up.

"Buddha God, Mom and Dad, bless the gods to reply to my private message!" He folded his hands together, prayed to the air, and then nervously picked up the phone and pressed the home button.

I saw a prompt message appearing in the center of the screen,

-Peach Blossoms don't talk to you private message

No thanks.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Nianhua stared at the news in disbelief and screamed.Then he jumped out of bed, jumped up and down the room with his mobile phone in his hands and shouted, "Reply!!! The god really replied to me!!!"

After a burst of joy, Nianhua jumped back on the bed, rolled over wrapped in the quilt, and said happily while holding the phone: "No, thank you. Tsk tsk, my male god is so polite."

Then he clicked on Weibo, took a screenshot of the content of the dialog box, and replied to the male god:

-You're welcome!You're welcome!Glad to be answered!I wish the male god a good mood every day! (*3*)

After Nianhua finished replying, he thought that the male god would not talk to him anymore, so he put down his phone and ran to wash it off excitedly.

Twenty minutes later, when he was changing his clothes, he suddenly heard the phone ring on the bed.After a pause, Nianhua immediately dropped his pants, ran over and grabbed the phone.

I saw another prompt message appeared on the screen.

-Peach Blossom does not talk to you private message

Are you a baker?

Nianhua's brows were beaming with joy, her hands shaking while holding the phone.

My dear, is the male god trying to chat with me?

So he replied excitedly:

- Yes, I'm a baker!If the male god has any cakes or breads you want to eat, you can tell me anytime! o(^▽^)o

After the message was sent, Nianhua simply sat cross-legged on the bed, stared at the dialog box and waited for the male god's reply.

Soon, the message became read, and then the male god replied:

- oh , no wonder the name

"Huh?" Nian Hua looked confused.He originally thought that the male god would continue what he said, but he didn't expect him to say such a sentence.

Nianhua didn't know what to say for a while, so he simply followed his train of thought and wrote,

-Hey, actually, the name of this Weibo comes from the training class I took to learn baking at that time.All the students in our class call Superman of Anpanman.Because there is a Chinese word in my name, I am called Super Huahua.May I ask what is the origin of the Weibo name of the male god Da Da?

- There is a Chinese character in your name?

"Hey! What's going on! Can we still chat!" Nianhua clicked his tongue and hinted at himself: No, it must be my problem.The male god is so cultured, how could he not chat.

After careful consideration, Nianhua decided to pretend to be a fool, so he replied,

-Yes, my single name is a Chinese character!Hehe, does it mean that I have the same name as the male god? (о_о)

-No.

"Ah..." When Nianhua saw these two words, his restless heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Although the conversation between the two finally got together this time, it was obvious that the male god didn't want to talk to him anymore.Nianhua pouted in disappointment, and replied dejectedly:

- It seems that I was wrong.Sorry, I'm not very good at chatting, I hope you don't mind.

- No, you are very funny.

"I'm so funny?!" Nianhua looked down, looking at himself in a daze, "Where is it so fun?"

He really wanted to ask the male god why he said that, but he was afraid that he would be impatient again.So I had no choice but to post a few cute emojis, and hurriedly ended the conversation.

In the afternoon, Pingle came to the dessert house in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, Nianhua dragged him behind the cashier.

"Come on, Pingle, help me analyze something." Nianhua rubbed his hands together, "If someone says you're funny, what does that mean?"

"What do you mean?" Pingle repeated, "What else can I mean, I just think you are a nice person, and I have a good impression of you."

"Really?!" Nian Hua's eyes lit up, "Does it really mean that I have a good impression?"

"That's right, otherwise." Pingle said, squinting his eyes, scrutinizing him, and said: "Cousin, why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, I'll just ask casually. What, you help me..."

"Hey, hey, don't change the subject." Ping Le crossed his arms, approached him, looked him in the eyes and asked, "Be honest, who told you that. Is it your male god?"

"How is it possible?" Nianhua pushed him away, and said evasively: "I just... just heard a customer discussing this. I don't understand much, so I want to ask you. Okay, let's not talk about it, I'm going to get busy first."

Just as he was about to return to the operating room after speaking, Pingle said thoughtfully behind him: "Actually, this sentence has another meaning...."

"What?" Nianhua quickly stopped and turned around, "Is there another meaning?"

"Yes, do you want to know?" Pingle smiled slyly.

"Nonsense! Hurry up!" Nianhua urged.

"Hey, this has another meaning, that is..." Pingle paused, and said sharply: "The other party thinks you are a bit stupid."

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Nianhua: I can't cover the vest anymore, so Sei will lend me a vest to wear.