Thousands suspect that cannon fodder has been reborn

The black mist filled the air, and the rain was continuous. The fine autumn rain hit the transparent slanted window in strands, leaving obvious water marks.

The white noise of the rain did not affect the entertainment of the people in the house, but made them happy.

Under the bright incandescent lamp is a brand new pool table, on which there are scattered multi-colored billiard balls that have already started the game.

Outside the door, a black umbrella was put away, crystal raindrops slid down the ribs, and a pair of shiny leather shoes came in with dampness.

The man came in without making a sound, but walked quietly to the side and talked to the young man who was sitting there tired of playing.

"How are you doing? Little Peter." The blond man asked kindly with a smile.

The blue-eyed boy named Little Peter said excitedly: "It's so exciting! And it's so amazing. I just taught him casually, and he was already able to fight me hard! The Chinese people's learning ability is so good. Is it powerful? It's really cool! I'll fight him later!"

Moby sat down and said pamperingly: "That's fine, I was planning to take him away, so let you fight for a while."

The boy shouted and gave Moby a big hug: "Thank you, Uncle Moby!"

Moby just smiled and said nothing.

When the group of children finally got bored, the oriental boy in the middle who was more conspicuous than the others finally came towards Moby.

He Kangyang took a sip of the water Moby handed him, and curled up his trembling fingers: "Leave?"

Moby nodded: "Go to a place to have a meal."

He Kangyang didn't ask any more questions, and after taking a few more sips of water, he returned the water bottle to Mobi, said goodbye to his friends, and left with Mobi.

This is his second week in Country Y.

Contrary to what he imagined, he didn't participate in Moran's plan when he came here.

Forget it, from the second day after he arrived, he had almost nothing else to do except eating, drinking and having fun. He looked like a rich young man who grew up immersed in a honey pot.

The more this happened, the more vigilant He Kangyang became. This might be a way for Mo Lun and the others to paralyze him.

After getting into the car, He Kangyang sat in the co-pilot, staring at the scenery outside the window ecstatically.

"Is it fun?" Mo Lun glanced at him sideways, smiling.

He Kangyang didn't look back: "Not bad, but I prefer playing the piano."

Compared with the novel and exciting activities that the new generation likes now, he is more interested in the art of piano.

Of course, he said this to see if Moby would take him to play with some piano players.

Moby was surprised when he heard his preference: "Then why don't you find a piano teacher for you?"

Although it's not what He Kangyang guessed, it's pretty much the same.

He Kangyang pretended to be happy and said, "Is it really possible..."

Moby nodded: "However, it may not be too long to teach you. You will return to China in a month, and you still have your tasks to complete."

At the red light ahead, Moby stopped and waited, and lit a cigarette while waiting.

He said to He Kangyang: "I believe you should be having a good time these days, right?"

He Kangyang didn't speak, just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"When your task is completed, this kind of life will be your future life." Moby turned his face to look at him, smoking a cigarette, his emerald green eyes were like a layer of ice, seductive Step on its fragile flakes.

"Of course I will complete the task." He Kangyang replied harmlessly, "As for this kind of frequent social life, it is better to avoid it. You can provide me with schooling. I like to be self-reliant. Of course... If it is possible, I hope we will still be friends in the future .”

When the green light came on, Moby kicked the accelerator and rushed out: "It's okay to be friends, I like you quite a bit."

This time it was He Kangyang's turn to be surprised.

He has been in contact with Moby for a long time, and he can hear how much sincerity Moby has in these words.

The corners of He Kangyang's lips twitched: "After that, we must have a good trip together."

Mobi’s favorite thing to do is to travel, but he was unable to go because of work. Hearing the big cake painted by He Kangyang, he also began to yearn for it: "Yes, it is best to go to your famous scenic spots in China. If I died in a car accident now, and my only regret is that I didn't take a good look at the scenery of your Huaxia."

He Kangyang pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

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In the study room with warm yellow lights on, the man in pajamas read a book, then slowly closed it, stood up, and walked to the French windows to look at the dark rain outside.

"Is that what he said?"

Mo Lun asked the person standing behind him indifferently.

That man was Moby.

Moby replied: "Boss, he didn't like to socialize with people in Nanting City before. Maybe he was a withdrawn character. He said that it would be fine as long as he was sent to school."

After Morun heard this, there was no movement, his heavy eyes looked into the distance, and he chuckled after a long time: "That's true."

"But since you said you found him to visit his parents, it seems that he hasn't let go of his hatred for the Shi family."

"Very well, that's it, let him go." Morun returned to the desk and slowly opened the book.

Moby was about to leave, but he thought of something, and said to Mo Lun: "Boss, when this matter is over, can I take a year off?"

Moron: "Huh? What are you going to do?"

Moby said shyly, "I want...to travel."

Mo Lun was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Of course there is no problem, my dear, loyal Mr. Moby, but the premise is that this matter must be over."

……

There was no one in the beautifully decorated room. Since the doors and windows were all closed, the curtains were drawn, and when the door was opened, besides the darkness, there was a very nice scent of bergamot.

Stepping on high heels, the beautiful woman with red lips looked at her and sniffed carefully.

Following her was a middle-aged man, dressed in ordinary clothes, but carrying a large and heavy black box.

"Go in?" The man urged the woman in the skirt.

The woman couldn't help tilting her head back, as if she was avoiding something, and said with a strange look: "Obviously, he never sprayed perfume in the room before, why is he spraying the whole room with lemon scent?"

Standing outside, Yu's father could only smell an unknown fragrance. When he got closer, he smelled the thick perfume that was so thick that his nose was choking. Is this a bottle of perfume? Ah Choo—"

Yu Mu smelled a lot of bottles and cans on weekdays, but it was the first time she smelled such a strong smell, so she covered her nose and went in to open the windows of the floor-to-ceiling windows and the exhaust fan of the toilet.

When the curtains were opened and Yu's mother looked at Yu Hanming's room again, she felt weird.

Trembling with fright, she ran behind her father and stammered, "Obviously his father, look at what's on the bedside table!"

Father Yu was a little short-sighted and forgot to wear glasses, so he walked over and said as he walked, "What could it be? See how scared you are—"

The following words are directly silent.

Father Yu saw what that thing was, and was too frightened that he opened his mouth wide.

On the bedside table was a dark red bag, which contained something unknown, stretched out from the empty space in the bag, and what was even more frightening was that those things that resembled tentacles could move!They are sometimes entangled, sometimes shaking, curled up, stretched.

Looking at it from afar, I thought it was a black fur ball, but I didn't expect it to be such a scary thing!

After being stunned for a moment, Yu's father planned to pick up some tissues and burn this unlucky thing to death.

Unexpectedly, when he grabbed it, the thing actually bit through the tissue, and got out from Yu's father's fingertips. At this time, Yu's father discovered that there were sharp teeth growing at the tail of the black strip that looked like a tentacle.

Father Yu's scalp was numb, and he threw it into the basin with lightning speed.

However, after he burned it with fire, he discovered to his horror that this thing could not be burned to death!

"What the hell is this—" Yu's mother was so frightened that she almost cried, "How could there be such a thing on Mingming's bedside table?"

Father Yu forced a smile: "Haha... I don't know..."

In the end, Yu's father decided to call Uncle Fireman to solve this terrible thing.

"What are you doing?" A male voice came from behind.

The two couples looked back, only to find that their son, who was supposed to be in the mall, had returned.

During this period of time, Yu Hanming lived in the room for a long time, and his complexion became more and more bad. After entering the room, they didn't respond to how they called, as if they couldn't hear them. They only came out twice a day, during lunch and dinner, and the rest Stay in the room all the time.

The two couples were afraid that Yu Hanming would get sick, so they took him out today.

They took their son out shopping, halfway they wanted to come back to get some things to go to the bank to do a formality, let the son wait for them in the mall, when they came back, they wanted to see what was in the son's room, which could keep him so busy, and then let's see if it was It's not that the sound insulation of the room is really so good after closing the door. They asked him whether he was really deaf or pretending to be deaf.

I didn't expect to find that ghost thing.

Yu Hanming's eyes moved to the basin, realizing that his parents might want to destroy this thing, and said lightly: "If you can't burn it with fire, you need to use salt water."

As he said that, Yu Hanming adjusted the salt water by himself, and put a bowl full of salt water there. Yu Hanming grabbed the basin and poured the thing into the salt water. Apart from the sound of "Zi" similar to putting out a fire, there was also There was a strange sound that should have come from that thing.

Only then did Yu's father and mother heave a sigh of relief, they thought Yu Hanming would continue to keep this thing.

As a result, Yu Hanming's operation confuses them again.

I saw that Yu Hanming filtered the water from the "hair ball" that had been run through with salt water, and simply lit a fire, and it burned like that.

The wet "hairball" was burnt so that the hair shrank, like hair that had been exposed to fire, and it still had a strong burnt smell.

Yu's mother and Yu's father looked at each other strangely: Is this the only way to officially eliminate that "hairball"?

But at the end of the burning, those tentacles seemed to be unbearable to the high temperature, and the water was completely evaporated. Yu Hanming took a stick and beat it, and all of them were broken into slag.

Yu Hanming carefully poured out the slag from the bag and put it into a new small bag.

This time it was a dark blue bag.

Yu Hanming whispered to the bag filled with "hairball" residue: "This is the color you like."

Yu father & Yu mother:?

Is their son crazy?

Mother Yu asked cautiously, "Mingming? Who are you talking to?"

Yu Hanming stood up and didn't answer her. He hung the bag behind his head and asked Yu's mother, "Are you still shopping? I'm going back to my room if I don't."

Mother Yu: "...No, you just hang that unlucky thing around your neck like this? Who knows if it's dead or not?"

Yu Hanming frowned: "He is not a bad luck."

Yu's mother was upset: "Then tell me, what the hell is this? If you don't tell me, see if I will enter your room in the middle of the night and steal it away!"

Xu knew that Yu's mother could really do such a thing, so Yu Hanming hesitated for a moment before saying vaguely: "... ashes."

"!!!"

Even the well-educated mother Yu couldn't help being rude.

It's over, her family seems to be crazy!What kind of ashes are these?

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