Mr Gingerbread

After get off work, Song Jingqiu wanted to see Lu Ming off, but when he went to see him, he found that Lu Ming had already left. He asked the prop teacher next to him, "Where's Xiao Lu?"

The prop teacher said: "He just left. That kid is really nice. He works fast and neatly. You see, he cleaned up the floor before he left. He got dirty all over himself, but he is really a good boy... ..." As he said that, he went to look at the sculpture that had been painted again, and he had already seen its appearance again, and said with emotion: "Mr. Song, where did you find such a treasure? This kid is really capable, yes From the sculpture department?"

Song Jingqiu said proudly: "No, Xiao Lu is an all-rounder."

Teacher Props looked at her and said strangely: "I'll praise Xiao Lu a few words, what are you so proud of, it's not that you are complimenting your son."

Song Jingqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really hard to say."

After she finished speaking, she left, leaving Teacher Prop alone with a confused expression on his face.

He has worked with Song Jingqiu for many years, and he has never heard Ms. Song praise anyone so proudly. It looks like she is deliberately showing off her son to him.

Song Jingqiu returned home. He had just brewed a cup of Luo Han Guo and before he took a sip, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a pair of reading glasses, holding a mobile phone and typing with both hands seriously, with a serious expression on his face.

Song Jingqiu was annoyed when he saw him like this, and went over to take a look, and sure enough, he was still surfing that broken forum!

Song Jingqiu said: "Can you stop looking at your phone all day long, at such an age, why are you still acting like a child?"

Mr. Han said without raising his head, "You don't understand, I'm surfing the Internet."

Song Jingqiu was so angry: "...What kind of era are these words? You are still surfing the Internet, why don't you go out surfing!"

Han Qiaoye happened to be coming down the stairs, and when he heard what Ms. Song said, he leaned over and put his arms around her waist and smiled flatteringly, "Mom, don't be angry, my dad has been in love for a long time, you see he has been with you for more than 40 years Yes, I go home every day except for work, and I used to take you with me when I was on a business trip."

Ms. Song said coolly: "He has guarded that broken forum for ten years."

Han Qiaoye's face was very similar to Song Jingqiu's, with slender eyebrows and slightly raised eyebrows. When he smiled, people couldn't refuse, especially when he was in full bloom. He leaned beside Ms. Song and coaxed her: "Oh, you can also find some Interesting thing to do? The African drum I brought back to you last time is quite good. I will find a friend to teach you. It is very easy to learn. It would be great if you can show your skills in the theater in the future. But this drum is still not artistic enough. , not good enough for you, Tanzanian ebony carvings are very interesting..."

Ms. Song sneered: "Third, what do you mean?"

Han Qiaoye flattered him: "Mom, I want to go to Tanzania for a few days. The money I invested in my cousin's company is not easy to get. Would you support me?"

"You're also a debt collector, walk around, it's really annoying!" Song Jingqiu was so angry with the two men that they were both away from home. When she bought the house, she still thought that the children would come back when they were older. It's inconvenient to live in, so I bought a bigger one on purpose, but now it's good, the three of them live on the fifth floor, and there are still two empty floors!

Seeing her looking around, Han Qiaoye sighed with melancholy in his eyes, and knew that his mother must be getting into the drama again in a second.

Sure enough, Ms. Song said: "Xiao Ye, you are not too young, why..."

Han Qiaoye immediately said: "Mom, I'm still young. If you want to hold a grandson again, you can go to my eldest brother, and if you want your daughter-in-law to go to my second brother, it has nothing to do with me!" He glanced at his watch, and pretended to take the car keys In his pocket, "I have an appointment for dinner with my friends, so I'm leaving first!"

Song Jingqiu was so full of words that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't be bothered to watch his youngest son roaring out in that sexy sports car all the way.

She turned her head to look at her husband again, and Mr. Han looked at death as if at home: "I'm not going anywhere, just surf the Internet here, we have activities on the forum, it's really important..."

Song Jingqiu said: "Why is that little forum of yours still active?!"

Mr. Han proudly said: "Originally it was only for three days, but I wrote more than a dozen open letters to the administrator, and even sent him a private letter, so it was changed to seven days."

Song Jingqiu had only heard him for so many years, and knew that there was such an upright and selfless administrator. He was a little curious for a while and asked, "What's going on, why did people listen to you this time?"

Mr. Han looked at her with a haughty expression of "you don't understand what's going on in our circle", was pinched by Ms. Song, and immediately told the truth.

A total of ten types of badges were released during the forum activities. Among these fragments, two types are the most difficult to collect. One requires special contributions, and the other is paid.But the demand is not much, one or two pieces of fragments can be regarded as raising some maintenance costs for the server.

Recharging this kind of problem is not too simple for Mr. Han. The old man has been secretly thinking for so many years that he has wanted to contribute some money to the forum, but he couldn't find a way to do it. Now he can finally spend money!Who is Mr. Duobao? He is quite rich and powerful. He immediately swiped this paid badge all the way, and then exchanged fragments with other members.

The other kind requires special contributions, and Mr. Han can't help it. He saw that someone in the forum mentioned some technical posts on the webpage to the administrator, and he got badge fragments. He immediately transferred three technical posts from the head office. The personnel came over and searched for loopholes in the forum day and night, and occasionally attacked the defense system of the forum in order to verify their own statements.

With his own strength, Mr. Han collected all the badges within 48 hours.

But the forum activities are not over yet, and they have already reached the end of the barriers, so as a senior member, Mr. Han immediately sent a message requesting the administrator to continue to release other gem badges, and to postpone the event. The technicians diligently found out a lot of problems that needed to be adjusted. With so much contribution value, isn't it worth a few badge fragments!

The forum has adjusted the rules twice in the middle of the night, abruptly extending from three days to one week, and releasing new badges for him to collect.

Han Lao proudly said: "How about it, isn't it amazing?"

Ms. Song was stunned. She looked at her husband who was ten years older than herself, and after a while, the corner of her mouth twitched and said, "You are really promising."

Mr. Han happily scrolled through the forum, trading fragments with fellow forum members, and brought out his true nature as a businessman to the extreme. In just three days, the forum felt a little like stock trading.Everyone no longer discusses paintings, and it is popular to open posts to discuss which fragments will have the most room for appreciation next.

Song Jingqiu had no interest in his forum, sitting there chatting with his wife, Mr. Han responded with huh, huh, huh, without raising his head, it was a bit like when he was young and focused when he first started his business.Song Jingqiu looked at him for a while, then shook his head suddenly with a smile, got up and went to the kitchen to make soup for his wife.

Ms. Song felt that she was tolerant and forgave her Internet addicted wife with love in her heart, but when she saw her husband changing into pajamas and holding his mobile phone at night, she was much more serious than what her eldest son described, and she was very angry. Clutching his chest and trembling, he almost pushed his wife who had been married for more than [-] years out of bed, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Han Bingsheng, the two sons in the family are not married yet, you still have the mind to browse your broken forum! !"

Mr. Han guarded his mobile phone, and also blew his beard and stared anxiously: "What are you doing, I am complaining to our administrator! I finally wrote five hundred words!"

Ms. Song Jingqiu gritted her silver teeth angrily, and said to him: "I just know about your broken forum, whether you still have a son in your heart!"

Han Laodao: "Of course, you wait for me to send two more appeal letters, and then I will talk to you about my son."

Ms. Song: "..."

Lu Ming went to the People's Art Theater after class during the day. When he came back at night, he rarely had time to be with Han Qiaoyu. Just as he lay down and was about to go to bed, his phone kept ringing.

Lu Ming's pajamas were mostly untied by Han Qiaoyu, turned over to get the phone, and when he opened it, he saw a series of complaint letters on the forum.They were all sent by Mr. Duobao. Today, it is rare that he did not complain about the loopholes in the forum, but sent a letter of petition, with sincere words, beating his chest and saying that he did not cheat, but just recharged some money, and asked him to continue to buy the rest of the badges. Fragments, and asked to continue to release the remaining badges.

Lu Ming was at a loss, when another management friend from the forum called and stammered to him: "Xiao, Xiao Lu, things seem to be a bit troublesome, I temporarily suspended Mr. Duobao's account transactions for a moment."

Lu Ming said, "What's wrong?"

The other party said: "Do you know how much Mr. Duobao has recharged these days! Up to now, he has swiped 25..."

Lu Ming: "..."

"25! It's terrible. How old is he? The old man is like a child. If he gets confused and spends more money, he has to refund it? I think he has recharged [-] tonight, so let's give it to him quickly." He stopped, just checked his contact information in the background, why don't you call his home? This is not a small amount."

Lu Ming checked Mr. Duobao's registration number. The old man wrote it seriously, and the information was very complete.Lu Ming said to the phone: "Yes, you can send him a message to ask, he is still online and can be reached."

"Hey, good."

The other side agreed, and hurried to ask.

After a while, he called Lu Ming again, and said for a long time: "The paintings in Mr. Xinduobao's house are real now, and it's the first time I saw a real local tyrant. Xiao Lu, what should I do, he insisted As long as the badge is not refundable, will you continue to release it?"

At the beginning, [-] forum badges were designed, and Lu Ming asked Han Qiaoyu to help him select [-] of them, and the rest made a few blank seats, and the next badge needed to be assembled.Lu Ming didn't expect that there were still people who could collect them all. The rest of the badges were planned to be released one or two after the holidays, enough for a year's activities.

But now that an inhumane Mr. Duobao appeared out of nowhere, Lu Ming could only call other administrators of the forum in the middle of the night, and after a little discussion, he released a few more overnight.

Lu Ming was wrapped in a quilt and took his notebook to work overtime all night. He lay on the bed and showed half of his back. He looked thin and fair under the light. There was a fresh hickey on it, and it was gone any further. His family has not had time to continue.

Han Qiaoyu was a little dissatisfied, Chi.He leaned over with his bare upper body, lowered his head and glanced at Lu Ming's forum, and slowly frowned.

How did he look, so familiar.

Lu Ming finished his work, it was already early in the morning, and he went to the theater to do physical work during the day, so tired that he fell asleep on the pillow.

Han Qiaoyu thought about the forum for a while, and couldn't help but still sent a text message to Han San. The light on the phone was a little bright, and Lu Ming curled up in Han Qiaoyu's arms, closed his eyes and said "uh", protesting childishly, but sleepy Can't say a word clearly.Han Qiaoyu's heart softened, she lowered her head and kissed his forehead, coaxing him, "Go to sleep."

When he leaned over to kiss, Lu Ming habitually put his hands on his shoulders, snuggled into his arms, and slept peacefully.