[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

came over.

Uh... At this time, it is obviously futile to retract the middle finger, so I simply added four more fingers: "HI~" Although it was a bit ridiculous to say it, I really thought about it for a moment. As written, I sang a little love song under the moonlight to ease the awkward atmosphere, but Zhang Qiling didn't give me this chance: He stood in front of the window, raised his hand——drawn the curtains.

I:"……"

Zhang Aifei is as cold as ever ==

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>>>I don't think so...

With a little luck, I squatted on the willow tree for a while, and after confirming that the guy was determined not to open the curtain again, I sighed, and with the cracked heart that flew away, I was ready to grab it with the beggar. bridge hole.When I got up, seeing the man under the tree almost scared me to death. "You, you, you, you!" I pointed at him, then at the window, and then at him again. I've never heard of Zhang Qiling's vicious skill of body art!

After staring at each other for a while, he suddenly asked me, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"...Don't mention it. I can only blame the government for my hard life. I have to blame the society. What kind of law and order do you have here? There are more bad guys in this place that doesn't shit. There are more lice on donkey eggs. I'm the one who persecutes Wait until the weak female rice dumpling can't go home."

There was another moment of silence, Zhang Qiling looked up at the sky, probably trying to remember who the Holy God Donkey Dandan was, then he turned around and said very slightly: "Follow me."

"Oh."

I made a "V" behind him, 30 here I come!

I thought Zhang Qiling's house was shabby at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that it is also an antique and a national treasure, but when you go inside, you find that his house is like the tomb of the living dead in the suburbs of Changsha, basically it is hard to see. What are the products of reform and opening up?It’s fine if you don’t have an air conditioner, and you don’t have a ceiling fan; if you don’t have a TV, you don’t have a refrigerator. If it weren’t for the fact that the person standing in front of you is Zhang Qiling, yes, I would almost suspect that I had unknowingly crossed over again the moment I entered the gate.

I don't bother to ask nonsense such as how many beds and quilts Zhang Qiling has in your house, because the answer is obvious, and he, without being polite to me, pointed to the wooden sofa in the living room and went back to the room by himself.That nonchalant look is like settling a homeless stray dog.

Well, I must admit that my current ghost virtue is not much better than that of a stray dog.

As soon as he closed the bedroom, I turned over and sat up, immediately downloaded the panoramic camera app and sent a photo to Xie Yuchen in the room.

3 minutes later, I got a reply.

<Little Queen of Vitality>:! ! !

Uh?

I sent a text message to Xie Yuchen, that's right, why is the person who replied me Xiuxiu?And even though Beijing and Changsha are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, I can clearly feel the irritability, anger and killing intent in those three exclamation marks of Xiuxiu.Uh... did I offend her somewhere?It shouldn't be, I put down my phone resentfully, puzzled.

Five minutes later, when I finally turned the 5th Turn of Pure Love, I covered my face with tears in my eyes: Xiuxiu, the forehead is wrong, the forehead is really wrong.

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When I woke up yesterday morning, I was lying on the ground. When I woke up this morning, I was still lying on the ground, but the person who woke me up was changed from Ye Cheng to Zhang Qiling.

Rubbing my eyes, I struggled to sit up and said to him indistinctly while yawning: "Your sofa is narrow and hard, and I can't sleep well." Well, he is the reason why I rolled to the ground The fault of the sofa at home is definitely not that I am stupid and have a bad sleeping position.Since I have a preliminary understanding of the fine tradition that the brothers of the fourth master's family "live" in the East Ninth District, I did not look at the mobile phone time to find abuse, but closed a pair that was already almost a curtain , The special man sat down on the sofa: "What do you want to do?"

A pile of books that were so tattered that even a second-hand bookstore would raise their hands was crackled and thrown on the coffee table in front of me.

The uncle immediately turned into a little daughter-in-law.

"That...that..."

Zhang Qiling had a serious face, accusing me silently.

"There are a few villains who don't have eyesight and want to rob your precious books, ah, I have already taught you a lesson." I nodded sincerely and said very seriously.

I don't know if he believed it, but the fierce killing intent was indeed reduced a lot. He took one last look at me and went out. "Hey, what kind of hospitality is this? No one would leave a guest at home alone and run out without saying a word... Zhang Qiling's brain is really different from ordinary people, hmph!" I hummed dissatisfied. , picked up a palm-high odd-shaped ashtray (I guess) on the coffee table and looked at it for a long time, "Tsk, it's not ugly, it's as bad as the master." I was planning to look through his bedroom again to find When I was looking for pictures of cool girls to avenge him for peeking at my diary, I turned around and suddenly saw the guy I was complaining about standing silently at the gate!

The foot that was stepping towards the door of the bedroom moved back five millimeters per second.

"You, why do you walk silently? Also, why didn't I hear the sound of your opening the door? Is this unscientific, or is it that you have finally mastered the legendary wall-penetrating technique?"

Zhang Qiling opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he just prevaricated me: "You are hard of hearing." After finishing speaking, he put the breakfast and daily newspaper on the table, pulled out a chair and started eating.

Zhang Qiling's common sense in daily life actually includes breakfast?The news was so shocking that it could be on the front page of the daily newspaper in his hand. I thought he could survive only by photosynthesis.Looking at the table again, there is a breakfast and a pair of chopsticks: "Where are mine?"

Hearing this, he glanced at me, put down the bowl, and moved the daily newspaper to my eyes with two extremely long fingers.

"...Do you think I am Toko Amano ("Literary Girl") who will eat these papers printed with inferior ink with a face of enjoyment and tell you 'it smells like pork liver'?"

"Repairing books." Shang pointed with his hand holding the soybean milk, "The glue and scissors are in the drawer over there."

……Depend on.

Stretching his face, he unfolded the newspaper—"Today's headlines: Three habitual robbery criminals in XX district went crazy overnight for no reason (with belongings and criminal ID photos)".With a deadpan face, he refolded the newspaper and turned it over—"Drunken Driving Makes Tragedy: A Motorcycle Party Hit a Tree and Caused a Severe Coma".

...Come on!

You bought this morning newspaper on purpose to embarrass me, right?

Uncle Zhang eats fried dough sticks and drinks soy milk, but doesn't speak.

I twisted my hair and texted: Ye Cheng, help! ! !

After a while, an MMS message was sent back with a seductive Fengchen girl who is comparable to all kinds of pornographic heroines as the protagonist of the photo, and the naked and sleeping Ye as the background. I saw the corners of my eyes twitching, sisters, Don't show off, it's so early in the morning that it makes people's stomach sour, you are far worse than Huo Xiuxiu in terms of external hardware and SMS content, okay? ! ! !

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When Ye Cheng finally escaped from the hands of the face cone, it was Zhang Qiling who abused me thousands of times. I treated Zhang Qiling like...a slip of the tongue, so I didn't say anything.According to Ye Cheng’s recollection, when I saw him, my expression was like that of a meat pig on the verge of slaughter seeing the Animal Protection Association—in other words, I thought seeing him would save me from the sea of ​​suffering, but in fact it was not. It's the Animal Protection Association who can't protect pork pigs at all, and the hands are not long enough. "Hey, it's just a pity for my Dunhill." He smoked a cigarette and looked at me with a vicissitudes of life.

Then I would innocently pretend to forget that when I saw him, I immediately threw down the broken book in my hand and rushed to hug him, covering his back with glue.

"Hey, why are you still crying?" Ye Cheng angrily and amusedly pulled me off him, humming in his nose... "Like a poor kid meeting his mother."

"Who is crying, mother, and who is our father?" After staying with fat people who like to make jokes for a long time, it is difficult for you to make me less poor.

Sure enough, he wrinkled his face into a bitter melon, shook my hand holding his sleeve, blinked, and said with an unbelievable look: "Mother Zong, what's the matter with your clothes, brother's?"

"Ah, that's right, my clothes were ruined last night." It's strange to self-harm first and then hit a tree.

"...No way! Little brother, your taste is too curious." Ye Cheng, an old hen, guarded me behind me like a calf, "How hungry and thirsty you are, regardless of appearance and body, how can you treat non-humans? You can do it, let the zongzi go, she is just a zongzi, if it is impossible, I will introduce you to the girl from last night, she has a soft figure..."

I put my foot on the ass of a vulgar man full of scum, Ye Cheng staggered and bumped into the coffee table, his face was covered with glue.The book, which had not been fully repaired, fell to the ground, revealing the inside pages that were completely upside down from the cover.

I will go.

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Appendix: Zongniang Address Book

Big Devil: Chen Pi Asi

Plug-in operator: Zhang Qiling (landline)

Don't answer my phone: Xie Yuchen

The Little Queen of Vitality: Xiuxiu

From: Fatty

Ah, pineapple: Ye Cheng

Innocent little friend: Wu Xie

Cornucopia: Wu Xie (Antique shop landline)

>>>034 Ye Cheng

>>>It's less than a thousand cups of wine when you meet a bosom friend, but it's more than half a sentence if you don't speculate.

I stayed at Zhang Qiling's house with a shy face for several days, but a text message from Ye Cheng finally released me from the maggot-looking eyes of Zhang Qiling.The content of the text message is very simple, three words: "Dinner is ready!" I don't know who yelled this slogan in the first place. Either he is a big foodie or he is scared by the evil old society who can't eat enough and don't have enough clothes.