[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Xinghe was silent. He held up his little notebook and thought about whether to write "Don't talk about love with the Lord God, even if it's a small thing about love". , this one is not discussed.

With a successful career and love in sight, Long XX excitedly threw himself on the bed and soon fell asleep. The next day, he was woken up by the laundry lady downstairs as usual, "Long xx, do you still wash your clothes? If you want to wash them, you will be lazy." Don't give me ink blots."

Long Moumou got out of the bed gropingly, picked up the laundry bucket at the speed of life and death, he was still squinting, but his body had already made the choice for him, Long Moumou handed the bucket to the aunt, "Thank you."

After handing over the laundry bucket, Xiao Cuifang next door also came out to dry the tablecloths. The snow-white tablecloths on the clothesline were blown by the wind, and the whiteness was dazzling. Xiao Cuifang smiled brightly, "You woke up so early .”

"You are early, you are early, everyone is early."

Long Moumou was also called a chat ghost, Xiao Cuifang got stuck, and said for a while, "You are quite humorous."

Oops, the girl praised me.

my god xiaoyueyue jg

After chatting with Long Moumou for a few words, Xiao Cuifang went back to the restaurant to help her father.

Long Moumou was flustered, and followed Xiao Cuifang. At this time, there were few people in the store, so Long Moumou ordered a meal and talked to Xiao Cuifang by the way.

"I'm a junior this year." Xiao Cuifang smiled, "It just so happens that school doesn't start during the holidays, so I'm here to help my father."

Long Moumou was 35 before his death, while his sister was 21.

14 years old.

Although I am 14 years old physically, I am just in my early twenties in spirit. Long Moumou struggled to argue that if Xiao Cuifang and I were married now, 14 years later, Xiao Cuifang would have a 35-year-old mind and a 35-year-old body, while I would be 35. With a body of [-] years old and a mind in his early twenties, Xiao Cuifang still took advantage of me.

If I change my name to Long Dazhuang in the future, it will be more suitable.

Dragon, Aotian.

Big and majestic.

Top Gun.

Xinghe "You said so."

"Uncle" Xiao Cuifang made a slip of the tongue.

"What..." Long Dazhuang couldn't believe it.

"Sorry, bro, I made a slip of the tongue." Xiao Cuifang smiled.

No, I hear you.

With tears in his eyes, Long Dazhuang lowered his head to eat pasta, and was a little bit broken in love.

The utherneace auction attracted tourists from all over the world, and Xiao Cuifang's restaurant was getting busier and busier. Originally, Long Dazhuang could speak a few words after eating, but gradually, he and Xiao Cuifang gradually got along. Far, I can't say a full stop.

Long Dazhuang's love is like a country film with earthy tones. The ignorant young man with bare arms and short sleeves is riding a big iron donkey and galloping on the road. He leaped over the piles of rubbish and rushed towards the small restaurant run by the girl’s house. His face was not washed clean. Two lumps of plateau red were mixed with ashes. The simple boy looked up from the noodle bowl and sucked the noodles. Grinning to the girl you love.

Enough dirt.

Pure enough.

He didn't know that the scene of him smiling at Xiao Cuifang every time after eating pasta was the same as this, but he was still immersed in this feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

The love-hate relationship between Xiao Cuifang and Long Dazhuang is so complicated that a country romance movie can be made, but Long Dazhuang doesn’t think so. He thinks he is talking about a champagne-mixed cigar with the beautiful girl lover Kexin. Raise a glass to the love of the fireworks.

But in reality, there is only one bowl of noodles for a thousand nuns.

Until mid-August, Xiao Cuifang delivered his meals as usual. Long Dazhuang stumbled and wanted to ask Xiao Cuifang if the two of them would go shopping in the downtown of Youkexin, but Xiao Cuifang grinned, "So I haven't introduced my name many times, my name is Brigitte."

Brigitte has brown hair and blue eyes, a straight nose, deep eyebrows, and a charming smile, "What about you?"

"My name is Dragon" Da Zhuang.

Pooh.

"Long XX."

Brigitte was wearing black and red work clothes, with a white and red apron in front of her body, her eyebrows were raised sideways, and her long brown hair fell to her shoulders, "So, do you have any other needs?"

Long Moumou shook his head violently, "It's gone."

Brigitte pushed the plate forward. "Have a nice meal."

Many customers in the fast food restaurant followed Brigitte's graceful waist. Long Moumou buried his head in eating pasta, and was once again frustrated by his failure to strike up a conversation with Brigitte. So-and-so felt like a husky fell into a pack of wolves.

However, something happened that made him feel even more heavy. He saw a tall, mighty, dark-skinned man leaning against the door frame and entering the restaurant. Brigitte swooped on the man and kissed him deeply.

Disappointed voices came and went, and Long Moumou wasn't sure if any of them mixed with himself.

"That's a hunter."

"How did you see it"

"Look at the momentum, I have taken the hunter test before."

As soon as this sentence fell, the people around him immediately looked at him with admiration.

"Hunters all have one characteristic. They are beyond ordinary people. They stand out from the crowd like chickens. It's like an [-]-watt light bulb popping out suddenly in a dark night."

"If it's really a hunter"

One after another, the lost life sounded again.

"Lord God, what is a hunter?" Long Moumou asked.

"As a profession, there are registration instructions and information for the hunter exam on the Internet." Xinghe answered briefly.

"then me"

"How long does it take you to run [-] meters"

"what"

"In front of you, the man being held by Brigitte took about 20 to 23 minutes."

Long Moumou did some calculations. In his previous life, he passed the men's 1000-meter physical test with four and a half points, and three and a half points for excellent. He used to run 1000 meters to death.

He swallowed, "Oh."

"Then, then I wish Brigitte happiness."

Having said that, seeing Bi Ji and the man kissing me and going shopping with her arms around each other, Long Moumou still felt sore for a while.

"I'm dumped."

Xinghe kindly did not remind him that it was a secret love.

He picked up a bottle of beer and went up to the small roof platform to enjoy the night breeze and watch the stars.

The cold wind can dry the tears on his face, but it can't take away the regret in his heart.

"Lord God, what do you think of my words?"

"I could have changed my name to Long Aotian, but because Xiao Cuifang, oh no, Bi Ji, became Long Dazhuang, a generation of heroes turned into a local tycoon, but love is always unreasonable."

"beep beep beep"

"do not Cry."

"Lord God, I'm sad, blah blah blah"

"Lord God, can I have a heart-to-heart talk with you?"

No, no.

But in the end it was Xinghe who was the first to observe, "You tell me."

"I've never been in a relationship, not even one. I've been a failure. Apart from the factors of my personality and appearance, the external environment is also an interference item. I want to tell you about the environment in which I met my first crush. broke up."

Wake up, there is no option to break up in secret love.

After listening for a long time, Xinghe gave his opinion carefully, "I have never dated women, but I think that the so-called love and liking should be beyond the appearance, the skin will age, and the money will decay, but only the soul remains the same. You can be very Kiss your lover year after year, even if her white fingertips are full of wrinkles from time, you will still love her."

"In this way, eternal, sincere."

Long Moumou wiped away his tears, "It's really good of you."

"Oh, right."

"I just heard from you that you have never been in love"

"You should have lived for tens of thousands of years, and you have never been in a relationship."

Long Moumou, who did not know where to get spiritual support, regained his strength. Although Xiao Cuifang, oh no, Brigitte has moved on, but there is also the laundry lady downstairs who has been thinking about whether he can wash clothes or not for ten years. , nor is it a total failure.

Long Moumou said, "Lord God, I want to cheer up. I'm frustrated in love and proud in business. Don't you see how many protagonists suffer emotional setbacks, get cheated on, get divorced, fall in love, and then work hard."

"I'm also a time traveler, I can't hold them back."

"As you wish."

At the end of August, Long Moumou officially tied a cloth strip on his head and started his career.

But before the career started, Long Moumou said, "Lord God, I was deeply hurt by this emotional experience, and I want to be a romantic vagabond without emotion."

When he said this, he had already moved out of the slums. The original funds given by Tuo Xinghe and the capitalist Nion were thrown away, and he had a lot more room to jump around repeatedly.

Long Moumou stared deeply at the mirror in the bathroom, while rubbing his chin to squeeze foam, while shaving with a razor.

"This is my first step in becoming a ruthless business president."

He washes clean foam mixed with stubble.

"I have to prepare well."

Facing the overbearing Long Moumou, what else can Xinghe say, "Yes."

The first step to becoming a domineering prodigal son is to have money. Long Moumou has made a good step. Although there are various types of games in this world, there is still a little behind.

The first creative idea put forward by Long Moumou was adopted after discussion in a meeting, and Long Moumou also had surplus wages to buy the first mobile phone.

He always thought that the slums were too low-grade to press the button, but he didn't expect that after going to Youkexin city center, the market situation still made him uneasy.

"Does it have a touch screen?"

"What"

"touch screen"

"What is a touch screen"

This is a fashionable young man who came over and looked Long Moumou up and down, "I didn't expect you to look at the earth and pay attention to the news of the technology industry. The year before last, in 1993, Vlada announced the development of a touch-screen mobile phone." , but it’s just a propaganda, and it hasn’t been circulated in the market yet.”

"You still have to use the buttons."

Long Moumou, who was walking out with a mobile phone with buttons, was in a trance for a while, and the words of the shopkeeper still echoed in his ears, "The phone has built-in more than 500 languages ​​​​of known ethnic groups, and it can also global positioning. As long as you don't fall into any Sahara, Taklamakan In places like Ahng where there is no signal at all, you can call for emergency assistance with just a phone call."

But it can't play games, and it doesn't have ifi.

A 35-year-old young man with severe Internet addiction and mobile phone dependence suddenly felt that the burden on him was much heavier.