[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

Today Tuvashe bought a player online, and Meng Bao thought that this boring man finally got the hang of it and added some artistic light to his life. As a result, the specialty store began to play "Black Sunday" on a loop since that day, and then committed suicide The turnover of the specialty store has increased significantly... In Tuwashe's words: the success rate of selling products has increased by 25%.

Meng Ge expressed his concern.

Because this kind of melancholy literary tone always makes Meng Bao unable to hold back his urine, just like when he entered the library and smelled the paper full of literature and wisdom, he would defecate smoothly... This little secret Brother has been hiding for many years.

"fairelepipi..."

Mengbao kicked his legs hard and waved his hands to try to get Tuvache's attention, but the French word for "piss" turned into the sound of spitting because of missing teeth and so on.Although there were no customers early in the morning, even in his free time, Tuwashe was more interested in clearing the bills than talking to Meng Bao.

Poor Meng Bao couldn't hold back his urine until his face turned red.

Then he pissed.

The baby's light yellow urine shot out like a clear spring, and Meng Bao calmly admired his full and powerful urine track, and touched his bangs with his little hand very calmly—even if Meng Ge peed his pants, he was also one of the most handsome babies!

But Tuwashe was not calm anymore, the dripping urine seeped down from the cradle and formed a small puddle on the ground, the shadow of Tuwashe's face spread like that puddle of urine.Then Meng Bao's brain became congested, and he was carried to the bathroom by his feet, like a piece of bacon being lifted upside down and rinsed with a shower.The urine flowed down the white and tender belly to the face, Meng Bao turned his face sadly to dodge while "Bah, Bah, Bah!", and kicked Tuvashe from time to time...

Meng Bao's hairstyle has been turned into Astro Boy, really worrying.

Tuwashe is obviously not a qualified guardian, as can be seen from the fact that he is too lazy to dress Meng Bao.So most of the free time, Meng Bao is crawling naked in various places with his jelly-like butt up...

Now Meng Bao is sitting on the marble surface of the kitchen stove with his legs stretched out, wrinkling his small brows, struggling to choose between walnut-flavored milk powder and beef tenderloin-flavored milk powder.I am tired of walnut-flavored milk powder, but choosing beef tenderloin-flavored milk powder is really a challenge for the taste - if the taste is very weird, Tuwashe will not allow himself to change it again!Thinking of the curry-flavored milk powder that was only a little better than Xiang that was poured out by Tuwashe (the devil who said "everyone has to pay for his choice" and grabbed the baby to breastfeed) last time, Meng Bao There was a swallowed fly expression on his face.But as a man who loves adventure and loves excitement, it is really difficult for Meng Bao to give up the beef tenderloin milk powder he has never tried...

Wait, why did Tuwashe give me two choices and I have to struggle with these two choices!

That guy just randomly picked out two bags of milk powder from a lot of flavors!

Meng Bao, who was dissatisfied, showed Naraku no Chiko's vicious little eyes again, squinting at Tuwashe on the side.The pale and beautiful hands of youth are flipping through the cookbook—

Baked clams, bacon pie, macarons, red wine chicken wings...

The recipes in this evil world are so colorful--!

Meng Bao opened his small mouth in astonishment, dripping a moist and plump saliva.

Go for its Pineapple Sesame Banana Drumstick Milk Powder!Meng Bao crawled to the side of the cookbook and babbled and gestured at Tuwashe——

"Rosemary lamb chops? Beef stew with red wine?" Tuwashe didn't dislike Meng Bao's saliva on the coloring page of the recipe, but took off the tissue to wipe it clean, and asked very democratically.

"c???? et?? d'a????..."

Mengbao tried hard to express that steak or lamb chops are excellent.

Tuwashe nodded and closed the recipe: "Exactly, I also want to eat lamb chops, so let's go for rosemary lamb chops."

……

dinner time.

The long square table occupies almost the entire space of the long and narrow restaurant.

Mengbao is on this side, and Tuvashe is on the other side.

The candlestick was placed on the symmetry axis of the table close to Tuvashe, and the candle was still burning, reflecting Tuvashe's dark and mysterious face, but his gesture of cutting the lamb chops was extremely elegant.The rosemary-sprinkled lamb chops shone charmingly in the candlelight.

The long table should be at least four meters.

When the candlelight reached Mengbao, it was very dim. The chandelier in the dining room was not turned on, and the curtains were tightly drawn. There was no other light except the candlelight.Meng Bao, who was sitting at the far end of the gloomy place, held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and a lovely white dining triangle was added to his fair and tender body.

Meng Bao lowered his head.

On the white porcelain plate in front of him is a bottle of milk.

Milk, you bastard!

On the opposite side, Tuwashe's face was silent and hazy in the candlelight, but he remained expressionless.Cut off a corner of mutton, put it to the lips with a silver fork, chew and swallow, the whole process will not let people see the teeth, and there is no chewing sound.

— Cacacacaca!Even jugglers look like this, Cacacacaca!

Meng Bao had a knife in one hand and a fork in the other - that was given to him by Tuvache!He also helped him tie the standard triangular scarf very gently, and then served him milk very considerately, Cacacacaca!This brazen guy actually used Meng Bao's shocked little face to eat, Cacacacaca!

Meng Bao suffered from anorexia sadly.

However, because he couldn't maintain the special physique of being sad for more than 7 seconds, his anorexia was cured after 7 seconds.

There are only two people dining with a long table of 4 meters +, it's really hypocritical!While spitting, Meng Bao crawled with the bottle in his mouth, and finally crawled in front of Tuwashe after unremitting efforts—for a family, it would be more atmospheric to eat close together.

Candlelight casts a shadow on the baby in front of Tuvache.

However, accompanied by the baby's unconscious sipping sound, the slight sound of knives, forks and porcelain plates still sounded orderly.

The candle light flickered slightly, and in the quiet air, the aromas of rosemary, fried lamb chops and milk were mixed together.

It smells good.

After the idiot Shi Guang secretly snapped countless cute photos of Meng Bao - with his small arms and legs growing out, Meng Bao successfully grew up to graduate from elementary school in the sad Tuvashe's house.

"Ah Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka—!"

Skeleton alarm clocks rolled all over the counter, clutching their ribs in pain.

Amon jumped up from the bed like a zombie, yawned with his head on the chicken nest, and slapped the alarm clock off.

"If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch the school bus, Angus." Tuwashe's voice came from the bedside speaker.

Angus - the god of love in Celtic mythology, but Amon can bet 10 game coins that the guy definitely took this name with the meaning of "fool who causes trouble".

"Good morning, Tuvache."

Amon, who was going downstairs, greeted the industrious Tuwashe at the cashier.

"How many times have I said—" Tuwashe's clear and handsome voice came through "Black Sunday", "It's 'bad morning', and also, call me 'Sir'."

"Okay, Tuwashe; obey, Tuwashe." Amon yawned perfunctorily, rushed into the kitchen to get bread, rushed out with milk in his mouth, and then threw the schoolbag on the high stool to his shoulder superior.

"Wait a moment."

Tuwashe looked dissatisfied at the bad-looking Amon, and helped him tidy up his messy hair, crooked shirt, stuffed the pockets he had turned out, and finally smoothed his temple hair, "Okay."

"Goodbye, Tuvache."

Amon stepped back and saluted, then rushed out with milk in his mouth.

"Hey!" Regardless of the surprise of the passers-by, Amon raised his hand to say hello while running fast, and by the way, put one hand on the road fence and jumped into the sidewalk.Hula——A leaflet flew towards him, and Amon grabbed it casually and glanced at it: the main picture is a man with a gun pointed at his temple, his head is slightly tilted, and the opposite side of his head is artistically splattered with blood.Below the picture is a simple and clear bold print: "Suicide Specialty Store

Open until 8pm every night. "

It's the flyer of Tuwashe's specialty store... Amon rolled it into a ball and threw it away, and a bus with the school badge stopped at a bus stop not far away. The moment the automatic door opened, the white shirt A figure in black shorts jumped in.Crack—the little French boots made an accent in the carriage.

"Yo, good morning."

After spitting out the emptied milk bag into the trash can in the car, Amon pressed the schoolbag strap with one hand and raised the other hand to say hello.

The car was dead.

Although many people looked up at Amon, everyone looked tired.

These are the same as Amon, junior high school students who have just entered school, at an age that should be full of vitality, they look like they are going to a funeral.A girl in the front row is reviewing a poem: "The Ugly Duckling"

You are so ugly, ugly duckling!

No wonder your mom hates you!

No wonder your friends spurned you!

Your siblings ignore you!

Even the hounds are unwilling to bite you!

Ah, you are so ugly, ugly duckling!

……

The eyes that moved away from Amon were either looking blankly out of the window or staring straight ahead in a daze, and some people were listening to MP3s playing tragic songs or reading dark-dark-fairy-tales.

Brother Amon smoothed his hair, then sowed a few on one side, dusted the flour, put on sunglasses, looked like Michael Jackson, and then started to play music with his mouth while taking a lewd chicken moonwalk...

It's a pity that the audience is not strong, and all of them have expressions of "so boring", "so noisy" and "what is this guy doing".

"Hey—" In the lonely cold show, Amon who heard a smothered laugh was like a fly smelling shit... No, he jumped to the other party's side like a monkey, and sat down familiarly: "Hi, my name is Angus, you can call me Amon, what do you call my brother?"

The fat boy with freckles bowed his head cautiously: "That, that... Mom told me not to make friends with others."

"why?"

"Because I'm fat...will be bullied."

"If that's the case, it's nerve-wracking. Wouldn't I want to make up for your friendship with multiple people?" Amon patted Chubby's shoulder, "I admire you very much, you are a fat man with great vision." Amon said himself Lovingly stroking his bangs, but this action was interrupted.The car seemed to run over something and bumped heavily.

Amon looked out the rear window of the car, and there was a man who was almost crushed in two lying in the middle of the road.

The school bus driver continued to drive at a constant speed, while everyone was as calm as if they had just crushed a fly.Looking far away, Amon saw the police car appearing very quickly, stuffing a ticket for obstructing traffic in the dead man's hand.