Acting like a baby's daily live broadcast

What He Shen regretted the most was listening to that boy Yu Jing's nonsense.

At this moment, he is stepping on a pair of flip-flops bought at a street stall for ten yuan a pair, wearing a head of shaggy yellow hair, and carrying a snakeskin sack on his shoulders, standing in this well-known place known for being broken, messy, and poor. Eighteen ladders in Yushi.

"Damn Ge, I'm still afraid you're a melon boy, is this a place where people live?" He Shen looked at the slum in front of him with hatred on his face: a broken stone step that was repaired to the top, standing on both sides The tube building that is about to collapse at any time.

"I asked you to find a bad place for me, but it turned out that you were lucky enough to find such a bad place for me?" He Shen yelled at the man on the other end of the phone while walking.

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and the man explained to He Shen with a good temper: "No, Master Shen, you said that you want to find a place where the famous nobles in Chongqing will never set foot in their lives. Is Eighteen Stairs the most suitable? Besides, didn’t you ask your father to freeze your card? With the little money you have on hand... To be honest, you can only rent it here.”

"Yu Ji, your brat's wings are stiff, huh? You dare to talk back to your master Shen?" Huang Mao yelled towards the phone with a displeased face.

Fortunately, this is not a video call, otherwise Yu Ji saw his father's disobedient expression, so he would turn around and sell him to his father.

A dead fellow does not die a poor one, this is the truth Master Shen taught him.

Pressing the phone, He Shen continued to walk forward. Yu Ji said that the rented house for him was Room 202 in Building [-] of the second staircase.

"Guawazi, are you scolding my second son? When I go back, I will have some good fruit for you to eat." He Shen dragged all his belongings cursingly as he walked - a snakeskin bag of the same style as the market uncle and aunt to the stone. step up.

"Building No. [-], where is Building No. [-]? You don't even have to find a sign?" He Shen's small eyes and the swish of a knife swished the Tongzilou on both sides of the stone steps, and the location on the phone The navigation keeps broadcasting the wrong route prompt.

Navigation is useless in Chongqing City. After the fifth broadcast of the wrong route, He Shen locked the phone and stuffed it deep into his trouser pocket.

The navigation is even more unreliable than Yu Jing, so why not ask an aboriginal resident, so He Shen put his face in front of the uncle: "Master, where is Xiasa No. [-] building?".

The old man was taking a nap when the sudden sound exploded in his ears like a thunderbolt. When he opened his eyes suddenly, a ferocious face stood in front of him, which almost didn't scare the old man out of his heart attack.

"Gua Wazi, I'm so dead, don't you know how to take it lightly?" The uncle gave He Shen a big roll of his eyes, and said angrily.

Then, the uncle stretched out another hand and waved it in front of He Shen: "No, this".

"Huh?" He Shen looked confused, what does this mean.

Seeing that He Shen still didn't make any movement, the uncle lay back and played the cattail fan leisurely.

Only then did He Shen suddenly realize that he was asking him for information fees.

Good guy, this old man really has some "economic savvy", and he hopes to run for the next "millionaire" in the slums.

He Shen rolled his eyes in displeasure, took out a banknote from his flowery underpants, and slapped it heavily on the table: "Ten yuan, don't look for it anymore."

The uncle didn't seem to hear the loud sound of the table being slammed, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, and slowly bit the words: "Turn left and the first building on the right".

He Shen looked over: the wooden tube building was built up step by step next to the stairs, and the protruding bay windows were precariously surrounded by wooden railings.Ground to ground, building to building, densely packed, like a can of sardines.

He took a deep breath, and when he was trying to suppress his beating heart, the uncle suddenly said: "Ice powder, sour plum soup, take yourself, and reduce the fire."

ha? =_=

-

Not long after He Shen left, a man in casual clothes slowly swayed down the stone steps, holding a plastic cup containing sour plum soup in one hand, and stuffing it in his trouser pocket with the other, with gold-rimmed flat glasses resting on his tall nose bridge, He swayed down the stone steps unhurriedly.

Seeing this person coming down, the uncle immediately smiled, without the slightest indifference just now, he straightened up and greeted the person: "Xiao Ji is here? Would you like some sour plum soup? My boil is more mellow than that of the old Zheng's family above."

After Ji Xiao heard the sound, he showed the empty cup in his hand to the old man: "No need, I'm full after walking all the way."

"Oh, young people, why don't you eat more, we won't think you are fat." After the old man finished speaking, he filled another cup of sour plum soup for Ji Xiao, which was so full that not a single drop was spilled.

Ji Xiao reluctantly took the cup from the uncle's hand, raised her head, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Oh, you baby, slow down and I didn't grab it with you." The old man stepped forward to pat Ji Xiao's back distressedly, for fear that he would be choked.

"It's okay, I'm bored with deep feelings." Ji Xiao put on his signature smile, the corners of his mouth curled up like a big dog that is having fun.

"You kid, you can really talk." The old man was amused by Ji Xiao, and kept praising him.

Ji Xiao smiled and said nothing, but his eyes touched He Shenyuan's back: it was an extremely bleak back, flip-flops, small yellow hair, and snakeskin bag, the combination of these three things unexpectedly had a kind of similarity to that at this time. There is a different sense of desolation at this moment.

"Who is that?" Ji Xiao asked.

"A kid who is on fire," the uncle said leisurely, flapping his cattail fan.

Ji Xiao nodded, indicating that he knew.

Speaking of Ji Xiao's age, he is more than 28 now. The residents of Shibati know that he used to be a young man who was not doing his job properly, but now he has changed his ways and returned to become the uncle of the neighborhood committee stationed in Shibati.

If you have nothing to do, you can deal with the family disputes between your aunts, play chess with the old men in Dongtou, fasten your big red armbands on your arms, and stand on the square with a big horn, just like a proper old man.

It's just that the uncle is also a handsome uncle. The little girls in Eighteen Stairs are crazy about his beauty, but Ji Xiao doesn't like any of them. His behavior towards girls can be said to be a straight man.

If you are sick, you should drink more hot water, and if it is cold, you should add more clothes. In short, any female creature should not be half a foot near him.

He Shen, who came back from his uncle's stroll, returned to his home.

Although this job is not very tiring, he has a lot of entertainment that a man should have.

He skillfully turned on the computer and started a game.

After the end of the round, Ji Xiao leaned on the gaming chair boredly, looking at the flashing MVP characters on the game interface and the shining highest rank logo hanging next to the character's nickname.

There was no one who could fight, Ji Xiao sighed softly.

At this time, an application for forming a team was sent, Ji Xiao glanced at it and immediately sat up straight.

It was his good friend ALEX who sent the invitation.

"Lianmai?" ALEX asked in a message.

"Come on" Ji Xiao picked up the earphones that were set aside.

As soon as Ji Xiao put on the earphones, ALEX's refreshing voice came over, and he said, "Long time no see, God X".

The author has something to say: the new article has been started, and it is the first time to write a medium-length danmei. There may still be some shortcomings. I hope you like it and understand it.

The following is an article introduction:

1. In this article, Gong Shou Shuangjie, Shou Natural Bend, and Gong Shou is a late bend.

2. There is an eight-year age difference between Gong and Shou, Shou is 20, and Gong is 28.

3. Attacks and sufferings are the beauty of the prosperous age. After all, handsome men and handsome men are in love and falling in love is pleasing to the eye^ω^

4. The receiver's family is very rich, the rich second generation, and the family background is average.

5. This article focuses on the live broadcast business, supplemented by love.Influenced by live horror games such as Escape, Kill the Chicken, Biochemical, etc.

6. Make up an auspicious number, Liuliu Dashun.

Seeing here, don't you lords poke a favorite?Sweet love, you deserve it~