When the storm took the script

"Have you checked it out?"

There was a lady present. Zhao Duan had a cigarette in his mouth, but he did not light it. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair. His pupils were deep, and his eyebrows were long and sharp. However, due to an injury he suffered when he was young, he was broken into two sections. He looked rebellious. , with a vicious energy.

The new assistant is called Lisa, with big wavy curly hair and a charming figure, but she is as agile as a man in handling things. She found out the ins and outs of the matter within a day after she took office, and sent the monitoring to Zhao Duan.

The monitor will be replaced regularly, and the latest model was just replaced a week ago.

The details of every corner of the hall are displayed in front of Zhao Duan's computer in high definition.Although he couldn't hear what he said clearly, it was clear that Zhao Jingcheng had given Sheng Jun the house card, and the relationship between the two was clear at a glance.

After Sheng Jun moved out, what he said to Zhao Jingcheng was also very intriguing.

Zhao Duan played this video again, bent his fingers slightly and tapped on the table, remembering what happened that night, twisted the cigarette into twists and put it in the ashtray with a bad expression.

As soon as Sheng Junqian left that day, Zhao Jingcheng came in.

Zhao Duan was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a lighter in his hand, opening and closing it regularly, and the crisp metal crashing sound hit Zhao Jingcheng's heart.

After all, he was young and couldn't hold his breath. The coveted eyes made Zhao Duan disgusted.

He had deep pupils, lit a cigarette, drank it without smoking, moved his neck lazily twice, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Jingcheng, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Jingcheng knelt upright in front of him, frightened: "Brother, I know you brought someone up..."

He wiped off his sweat, clenched his fists, looked down at the floor and said hoarsely, "I'm not reconciled, I'm jealous... I just want to stand at the door for one night, so I can break my heart."

Half-truths and half-false words are the most difficult to distinguish. For some reason, Zhao Jingcheng's mind is full of Sheng Junqian's half-smile expression, and then seeing Zhao Duan's flirtatious appearance lying in front of him, his teeth itch with jealousy, and made up The nonsense even deceived himself.

"clang."

The lighter cap that Zhao Duan was playing with made a crisp sound, and his dark pupils were dimmed under the faint blue flame.

After a while, Zhao Duan raised his eyelids, "We need someone in charge in the American market. Go abroad."

"Brother, I just like you." Zhao Jingcheng walked a few steps on his knees, clutching the quilt tightly, and his forehead unconsciously tensed up. He endured and endured, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Our 20-year relationship... you You don't want me anymore, do you?"

Anyway, Zhao Duan had seen the disgusting scene before. Zhao Jingcheng smashed the can, with madness in his eyes, but still maintained his superficial calm, his voice was hoarse and deep.

"Obviously you seduced me."

"Why are you being so nice to me."

"If I hadn't seen you watching a movie through the crack of the door back then, would I have bent over?"

"You must not remember. At that time, you were naked, smoking a cigarette, and breathing really well. I secretly looked at your back. So many scars, how many of them were for me—"

"Zhao Jingcheng, for the sake of letting you call me brother."

Zhao Duan interrupted him.

Zhao Duan straightened up, smashed the lighter in his hand on Zhao Jingcheng's forehead, and said with great disgust, "Hurry up, don't be so fucking shameless."

Zhao Jingcheng is the son of Zhao Duan's friend. It is reasonable to say that the two have depended on each other from the decline to the present, and they can be said to be the closest people. nausea.

"Go and find out if Zhao Jingcheng has anything to do with yesterday's incident." Zhao Duan still couldn't hold back, opened the window, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and pressed the remaining half of it into the ashtray, "Also, I entered the cigarette yesterday." Has the person in my room been found?"

"Okay." Lisa sent the found information to the table, "I found it, here is all the information, please read it."

Thinking of the daring little bastard yesterday, Zhao Duan felt better after being nauseated to the point of vomiting. Looking at his face, he might be a newly signed fresh meat. He is also a doctor. How can there be a doctor like him? How funny?

Zhao Duan couldn't control his addiction to cigarettes, so he took out a new cigarette holder and bit it lightly. If he was really a starlet, he would freeze it if he didn't obey.

Leaning over Sheng Junqian's resume, he saw a photo with a blue background. Zhao Duan chewed on his cigarette holder and laughed. Is that dog Zhao Jingcheng blind? This doesn't look like him, he's obviously much prettier than him.

Especially this mouth, so close and able to speak.

Zhao Duan suddenly remembered last night, took out a toffee with Doraemon printed on it from his pocket, and let out a muffled laugh.

Hold.

He squinted his eyes and laughed, broke the cigarette into two pieces and pressed it on the photo, "Sphincter muscle, hemorrhoids, no smoking or drinking, huh."

Finally, he was willing to look down, and he paused for a while while leaning lazily on the backrest. When he saw it clearly, his face froze and he smiled: "You are a talented student."

Lisa waited for him to finish reading, and didn't give another order for a long time, and asked, "Boss, what should I do with the xxx who gave you medicine."

Zhao Duan was in a bad mood, and his deep voice was very harsh: "Shen Jiang, feed the fish, crush it to make human meat buns and feed it to the dog, don't you understand the routine operation?"

Lisa turned around and closed the door, said sternly, "Boss, walls have ears, we are a society ruled by law, this joke is not funny."

Zhao Duan was inconceivable: "There are still people in this company who don't know that we are gangsters and that we started the company to launder money?"

Facing his joke, Lisa's expression didn't fluctuate at all: "Boss, it's very difficult to recruit high-level talents now, please pay attention to your own image and don't add burden to the HR department."

Zhao Duan lazily said: "Break off your arms and legs, take off your clothes and throw them in the boss's house, you know all about domestic violence, rape, cheating, and mixing with the public opinion, right? Dare to plot against me, I am getting impatient."

Lisa's expression remained unchanged, and she said with a dead face: "Boss, I think your approach is out of style, and Doraemon will not agree.

"..." Zhao Duan was still touching the white milk candy with the blue fat man printed on it in his hand, his ears turned red reflexively, and he said in a rough voice: "It's up to you! I invite you to do something, or Let you teach me how to do things?!"

"Okay, boss." Lisa reminded him before leaving: "If you don't eat the sugar, put it aside, and if you cover it again, it will melt."

melted……

Zhao Duan's forehead was bulging, trying to restrain his temper, but he still couldn't hold back, pointing at the door: "Get out!"

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, college students A began to take their final exams one after another. The empty campus was only left with dead branches and leaves. It snowed again, and the ground was covered with a thin layer, which soon froze into ice. The sound is crisp.

There were some temporary problems in the experiment, Sheng Junqian and a junior were held back by Professor Chen to work, and the two worked hard all day and finally corrected the mistakes.

Sheng Junqian handed over the experiment record sheet to the teacher, and Professor Chen looked at the proud student in front of him with satisfaction, "Have you bought the ticket to go home?"

"bought it."

The three members of the Sheng family have some connections with doctors. My mother is an old doctor of Chinese medicine for decades, and my father is a professor of nutrition. Maybe it's because the two of them are studying medicine, so they don't always value life and death. After learning that he has a boyfriend , With security for the rest of his life, he let go and no longer cared about his life.

After careful calculation, it has been more than a year since Sheng Junqian died in his last life.

The old couple also enjoyed themselves, wishing that he would not come back.

But this year, Sheng Junqian wanted to go back on purpose, so he brought Zhao Duan back so that the second elder could take a good look at it.

If he continues to lose money like this, even without Zhao Jingcheng's affairs, he probably won't live long.

For some reason, since he was reborn, he always seemed to be unable to help thinking about another person.

Sheng Junqian pinched the bridge of his nose, not quite understanding this emotion.

Professor Chen asked again: "Are you bringing your girlfriend back?"

Sheng Junqian paused and said, "...it depends on the situation."

"Hmm..." Professor Chen frowned, as if he felt that his favorite student had done something bad, so he said yes in a less sincere way, and then urged:

"Having friends is a good thing, but you can't delay your studies. Compared with small love and love, for us researchers, ideals and science should be put in the most important place."

"Okay, Professor Chen." Sheng Junqian quickly took off his white coat, "Then I'll go first."

"Let's go. Hey, Zheng Cheng!"

The student was afraid of being interrogated by Professor Chen, so he put his bag on his back, "I'm leaving too, my girlfriend is waiting for me!"

"Let's go." Professor Chen glared at the two of them from behind, "Little bastard."

"Sheng Junqian, why are you going to accompany the female ticket? Huh?"

There were a few panting sounds from behind, Sheng Junqian slowed down, and said perfunctorily, "Go to work."

"Are you still at work? Keep it low so the old man won't hear you."

The junior glanced at the slow old man behind him, pulled him aside and gave him a thumbs up, "To be honest, I also kind of want to find a part-time job, but I'm too busy with one project after another, so I can't take care of it at all."

"By the way, senior, what part-time job did you find, technical consultant? Tutor?"

Sheng Junqian made a joke of him perfunctorily: "Be a stand-in."

Junior student: "... Aww. I can't be your girlfriend, licking a dog is bad, brother dei."

Sheng Junqian: "For the money."

"As expected of a senior." The junior looked at that face, even though he knew he was joking, he was still jealous of the lemon fruit under the lemon tree.

"Hey, it's great to be a stand-in. The president comes back every day to look at your side face and silently miss the white moonlight in his heart. From time to time, he will give you tens of millions for you to spend whatever you want. Finally, he is disheartened and looks at you coldly. You said: You are not him after all.”

The junior clapped his fists and said, "Hey, you can still ask for a breakup fee of tens of millions."

Sheng Junqian was too lazy to talk to him, originally he only talked to him because he wanted him to shut up, but he didn't expect to make him even more reluctant.

"Senior, although substitutes come in quickly, they are all youthful. Being a substitute also requires professionalism. Now the market is oversupplied, and the substitute industry is growing day by day. They are specially trained, and there are various types. You want If you don’t have any skills, you will be eliminated easily.”

Sheng Junqian stopped and looked at him coldly: "So?"

The junior took out a body card and shook it in front of him: "Let's go to the gym! Only when you are in good health can you feel good!"

Sheng Junqian agreed after thinking about it, not because of his nonsense, but because if he was in good health, he might not die so quickly in Chuanshan.

The place where the juniors are going to exercise is a high-end gym, next to the headquarters of Star Entertainment.

"Star Entertainment Media, I don't think you know." The junior pointed to the building and said proudly, "Hey, my girlfriend works here, a top [-] company in the world, and she gave me this card. "

"Oh." Sheng Junqian didn't care.

The junior didn't mind his perfunctory at all, and he was still showing affection: "My girlfriend likes to listen to the cross talk of Deyun Club. You said that if I graduated, I would go to Deyun Club to see it. .”

Sheng Junqian: "..."

So annoying.

Zhao Duan poked Sheng Junqian in the face with a cigarette for a day, but unexpectedly met someone in the gym in the evening.

The little bastard was running, and his elegant and abstinent appearance gave him a sense of strength when he ran. Sweat dripped down his perfect mandible into the towel and disappeared.

Looking at it, Zhao Duan felt a little hot, and unconsciously licked his lips.

Different from the exquisitely styled one I saw yesterday, the bangs are drenched and drooping in front of the forehead, which has a bit of a student atmosphere.

Yes, only 23.

The kid who didn't come out of the ivory tower, the country's high-level talents.

Even the people who do it are polite and elegant, as if they are doing experiments in a deserted manner.

Zhao Duan didn't go to college, at most he read a few more financial books, but college students have read a lot of them.

Those who looked down upon, looked down on, sympathized with the pitiful, and later flattered and unwilling.

But he has never met someone as cold as Sheng Junqian, and he has no evil thoughts at all. It looks like a stack of high-level academic papers, which he can't understand. He wants to turn it over, but it always feels profane. .

Zhao Duan is very clear about self-awareness. In the first half of his life, he lived like a maggot, struggling to climb up, and mixed in the circle of the third class and the fifth class. A blank student like Sheng Junqian is two people of the world.

One light and one dark.

Out of place.

Zhao Duan took a puff of cigarette, and in the haze of white mist, he had to admit that he seemed to be a little tempted by a little bastard 10 years younger than himself.

This year is 32, this is the first time I want to approach a person, but I dare not.

After running, Sheng Junqian sat on the side to wipe off his sweat and rested, while his junior was doing bench press with earphones on.

He tilted his head and saw a person leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette outside the glass window. It was completely dark at seven o'clock in winter, and the car lights on the side of the road swept by. In the cut wallpaper, loneliness is denser than the lingering smoke.

The man took a deep breath, as if he had been choked, coughed a few times and then bent over and squatted down covering his stomach.

Sheng Junqian came back to his senses, his face turned cold, and he walked over quickly and knocked on the glass.

Zhao Duan frowned and turned his head, his face changed when he saw someone coming from the corner of his eye, and he hurriedly put out the cigarette.

It was only after killing it that I realized that I was a little too radical.

awkward.

Facing those ice-like eyes, I didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhao Duan coughed lightly and chose to escape, turning his head as if he didn't know each other.

Just as Sheng Junqian was about to speak, a familiar scream came from behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that his junior was smashed by the barbell.

"..."

Sheng Junqian was speechless for a moment, ran over to let the surrounding people disperse, quickly dialed 120, but his wrist was held down, he looked up and saw that it was Zhao Duan.

Zhao Duan's expression was not very natural, "Take my car."

Sheng Junqian asked his junior: "Is that okay? Or wait for 120?"

"It's so embarrassing..." The junior gasped for a few breaths while clutching his stomach, "Sit, let's go by car."

Zhao Duan drove the car in a gangster manner, and ran through several red lights. Sheng Junqian was so scared that he wanted to throw the troubled student out of the window, but fortunately, he arrived at the hospital safely.

Zhao Duan accompanied Sheng Junqian to the end of the busy run, and sat on the bench in the corridor in a daze, wondering what was going on in his head.

It's okay to do good deeds for no reason.

What are you doing here when you're done?

Are you waiting for someone to issue a good card?

He closed his eyes and hammered his head hard twice, and when he opened it again, he found that he was hiding in the shadow of a person, and Sheng Junqian stood in front of him and looked at him.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't knock, you are stupid." He threw him a mask.

Zhao Duan was not as particular about it as he was, but he still put it on obediently, and said in a muffled voice, "We meet again."

"Hmm." The mask and gloves seemed to be Sheng Junqian's body. He was sitting next to Zhao Duan, with a pair of beautiful eyes hidden behind thin-rimmed glasses, deep and cold.

The look in Sheng Junqian's eyes made Zhao Duan feel that he was a stranger. After what happened that night, he was holding back his anger and wanted to deal with this little bastard, but the other party looked cold and inhumane, as if Tell him that this matter is only yours.

And make trouble out of no reason.

Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes: "You don't remember me?"

"Remember." Sheng Junqian's expression remained unchanged, and he said flatly, "You said you were going to kill me."

"..." Zhao Duan hesitated for a while, and coughed lightly: "Let's get to know each other. My name is Zhao Duan."

"Sheng Junqian."

Zhao Duan looked serious: "I'm a small star. I was drugged by someone who didn't know where. I was almost caught by the unspoken rules. Thank you for saving me. I almost scared me to death."

The lips under the mask curled up into a smile, and Sheng Junqian said: "Anorectal intern, thank you for your little effort."

Zhao Duan was taken aback for a moment, and only after hearing his laughter did he realize that he had been tricked, and said angrily, "You did it on purpose!"

Sheng Junqian: "To each other."

The laughter was exactly the same as that night when he commented on his sphincter. Zhao Duan squeezed his fist, but still couldn't hold back and waved it towards his face.

Originally, the other party didn't use much strength, but Sheng Junqian easily held his fist, frowning coldly, and covering his forehead with one hand, his face suddenly became ugly: "You have a fever, have you had a fever after that day? What an uncomfortable place."

Zhao Duan is an expert in pain, he can't go to the front line for minor injuries, he was sent to the hospital right after he got off the negotiating table, but if the injury is not fatal, he can endure it as long as he can. Facing Sheng Junqian's sudden problem, he thought about it carefully , guessing and replied: "It seems to have a headache, a little nausea, and a stomachache."

Sheng Junqian stood up and looked at Zhao Duan condescendingly. He thought he had always been good-tempered, gentle and refined, and had never been really angry for more than 20 years. Can't hold emotions.

The two of them were in the current posture at the beginning, one high and the other low.

distance from the fifth floor.

Sheng Junqian couldn't touch him no matter what.

Sheng Junqian's shadow fell down, with a sense of suffocation, and even his voice became a little bit heavier: "What did I say before I left? My child, you must obey the doctor's orders obediently."

All patients are like mice meeting cats in front of doctors.

The same goes for the boss.

Zhao Duan froze involuntarily, feeling inexplicably frightened, he suddenly raised his head to defend himself, but was picked up in the air while he was sober.

The hospital is extremely noisy even at night, the crying of children getting injections, the mournful cries of patients' family members, who rushes in rushing in with a stretcher and bumps into the nurses who are carrying bottles and cans. fell to the ground.

But at this moment, Zhao Duan's heart beat fast, and he and Sheng Junqian seemed to be separated from this time and space, so quiet that even the sound of blood flowing in his body could be heard clearly.

Zhao Duan didn't slow down until he was carried to an office and put on a chair.

Sheng Junqian glanced at him: "Stupid?"

Only then did Zhao Duan realize that he didn't know whether to be angry or what. Sheng Junqian had the ability to stand there coldly and make your anger disappear in an instant.

No matter how outrageous the actions are, they are all taken for granted, making people feel that if you care about him, it is because you are not open-minded.

Zhao Duan was angry for a while, his chest heaved a few times, and finally he couldn't hold back and grabbed Sheng Junqian's collar, pulled him down suddenly, and said non-threateningly: "Don't hug me casually."

"Oh." Sheng Junqian was wearing a turtleneck sweater, and with such a pull to reveal a small piece of skin, his complexion was not very good, and he replied perfunctorily.

Then he took out alcohol from his pocket and sprayed it on Zhao Duan again.

Zhao Duan's hand retracted like an electric shock, and he picked his fingers with lowered eyes: "hypocritical."

Sheng Junqian explained very seriously: "There are a lot of bacteria and viruses in the hospital. I don't mean to dislike you. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, sorry."

"Well, there are many rules for high-achieving students." Zhao Duan replied carelessly, but he couldn't help knocking his hands on the chair, obviously not in a good mood.

Sheng Junqian didn't pay attention, and took out the sterilized disposable bed sheet from the cabinet and changed it into a quilt cover, "Lie down, I'll get you medicine."

Zhao Duan said sourly: "Aren't you a student? Why are you so familiar with the hospital? My old friend is good."

"Yeah." Sheng Junqian glanced at him and said calmly, "My fellow, he's a nice guy."

Sheng Junqian is not very familiar with Zhao Duan's physical condition, so he went out to find his cousin, who graduated from University A just like him, a few classes higher than him, so there is nothing to say about her medical skills.

The cousin wrote out the medicine list and handed it to him, "I have a low fever, I'll just prescribe some medicine for him."

"Hmm." Sheng Junqian browsed through the prescriptions before he felt relieved.

"Hey, boyfriend, you're in a hurry, can't you trust your sister?" My cousin joked, "Would you like to bring it home during the Chinese New Year?"

After listening to the conversation between the two, Zhao Duan realized that he had misunderstood. From head to toe, even his hair was full of embarrassment.

What the fuck is your relationship with others?

What kind of vinegar do you eat?

The cousin saw Zhao Duan lowered his head and wanted to smash it into the quilt, and laughed: "It's quite shy."

Sheng Jun moved a step to the side, standing between the two of them, "Don't be kidding."

"Yeah." The cousin adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, changed her smile just now, and said seriously: "Your little boyfriend is Shen Ke who has been accumulated over the years. You have to take it easy. I suggest you spend the New Year with him. Take it home and show it to your uncles and aunts, and make a plan to take care of it."

Zhao Duan is naturally aware of his own body. He has his own nutritionist, not just one.

It stands to reason that the burden on Zhao Duan should be a lot easier after he has done this, but he has suffered too much. Not only does he have no leisure, but he takes on more and more workload. , he would throw a tantrum and be an unscrupulous tyrant.

Suddenly hearing that Sheng Junqian might take him home for the New Year because of his body, Zhao Duan's heart skipped a beat immediately.

New Year's Eve...

He hasn't had a normal year in over 20 years.

Even Zhao Duan didn't know how hot the light in his eyes was at this moment.

It's a pity that Sheng Junqian didn't give an answer, said "Let's talk" perfunctorily, and left to get him medicine.

-

"Zhao Duan!"

Sheng Junqian felt that Zhao Duan was deliberately looking for faults. He was full of hostility, and he was a man of all ages. He took an IV, either because his hand hurt from pricking, or he deliberately pressed the infusion tube.

After glaring at him, Sheng Junqian simply ignored him, sat in a chair beside him and let him do his work, reading the paper without saying a word.

Zhao Duan didn't play with the phone with one hand, he was extremely bored, and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "What are you looking at?"

Sheng Jun didn't turn his head back: "Paper."

"Tut." Zhao Duan lazily clicked his tongue, deliberately making trouble, "I want to read it too, why don't you read the news to me."

Sheng Junqian looked down at him, met those dark eyes, and finally lost the battle and sighed.

Zhao Duan succeeded and made further progress: "Talk about some gossip news, I can't understand anything else."

"Row."

Sheng Junqian found an article about Zhao Duan's entertainment gossip, and said blankly: "It's too exciting, as expected of Zhao Duan, the boss of Star Entertainment, and his new girlfriend is the sexy goddess of the photo shoot..."

"Zhao Duan's love affair has always attracted everyone's attention, this rich and handsome Guoming husband...

"The woman boldly took pictures of swimming at the seaside, showing off her waist and thin legs, Zhao Duan thoughtfully fed her, and the sweet pink bubbles envied others..."

Zhao Duan has been touched a lot by people, and this is the first time he became angry from embarrassment. He raised his arm and took a picture of Sheng Junqian's cell phone, "Okay, okay, I will arrange Laozi."

Sheng Junqian looked at him with a smile: "Do you still want to watch the news?"

"Go away." Zhao Duan lay down for a while, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, and suddenly asked, "Why did you appear in my room that night?"

Sheng Junqian looked down at him, Zhao Duan had a sullen face, his eyes were condensed, it seemed that he was the one Zhao Jingcheng was talking about.

Personality is deviant.

Autocratic.

Such Zhao Duansheng Junqian is very strange, he quickly thought for five seconds, and then said:

"I did not lie to you."

"I didn't count on you."

"I missed you."

"Didn't you check it out? The elevator is right at your door, and there's too much movement inside. I'm happy to help others."

Although what he said was true, Zhao Duan became more and more dissatisfied with what he heard.

Seeing that his brows were still frowning, Sheng Junqian put down his phone suddenly, put his hands on both sides of his shoulders, leaned over and looked at him for a few seconds, until Zhao Duan's ears turned red, and then said solemnly: "Am I not helpful?" ? Are you not happy?"

Zhao Duan was stared at by him with a half-smile, his heartbeat soared to 180, and he felt that the blood in his body was so hot that it could boil the water in the hanging bottle.

"Are you still angry?"

Sheng Junqian pulled down his collar a bit, "Hold on, I won't spray alcohol anymore."

Zhao Duan: "!!!"

Whose house boiled the water, and couldn't bear it at all!

"Shall I give you another piece of candy?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Sheng Junqian touched his pocket, took out a piece of candy and put it in his palm.

It is still the caramel with the blue fat man printed on it.

Zhao Duan closed his eyes silently, the sugar in his hand seemed to melt instantly.

It really can't work anymore, he is just a simple old man with no emotional experience, he can't stand such teasing at all...

In order to regain his place, Zhao Duan coughed twice in a hopeless manner, and quickly changed the subject, "Is the boy who came with you all right, why was he hit by the barbell?"

"fine."

Sheng Junqian didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly laughed out loud, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

Zhao Duan immediately felt a little sour, and said in a low voice, "What are you laughing at? A scumbag."

Sheng Junqian looked at him a little angry.

Zhao Duan was still rambling: "Central air-conditioning, everyone is teasing me, I really saw a ghost—"

Before he finished speaking, the baby, sweet, and milk candy in Zhao Duan's palm was picked out.

Zhao Duan:! ! !

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感谢在2020-07-3020：39：07～2020-07-3120：35：41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 2 red pomegranates;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!