I walk the career line in dog blood

An Yinong looked at the original owner in the mirror.

In the bathroom mirror, there was a childish, beautiful and clean face, very similar to his mother, only with a mouth like his flirtatious father.

"The original owner has a tear mole?" An Yinong wiped the mirror and confirmed the small tear mole under the corner of his eye. It was something that the original owner didn't remember. "Did it grow recently?"

He wasn't sure, but he didn't care too much about it. After washing up in a hurry, he returned to his room.

Communicating animals are fun, but the first thing to do is do your homework.

The small light on the desk was turned on, and he took out his homework.Then he experimented with Goldfinger - he called out the shadow puppet.

The shadow under his feet climbed up strangely, it was a flat black pattern that could flow like a liquid, and An Yinong felt that 'himself' also flowed like a liquid, very weird.

However, the most important state of the shadow puppet is not liquid, it turns into a three-dimensional shadow under An Yinong's 'control', that kind of man in black who can only see eyes.

They have hair, clothes, and everything, but they are all pitch black, the kind of black that cannot reflect light, only the whites of the eyes are white.

An Yinong looked at him, and the shadow also looked at An Yinong. An Yinong did what normal people always wanted to do but could never do - saw his real face (not a mirror or image).

He feels that he has manipulated two systems, the person is him, and the shadow is also him, without interfering with each other.

This is a very strange feeling.

"Is it really a shadow puppet?" The system was speechless for a long time looking at the man in black who was darker than a black hole.

The shadow puppet sat down and opened his homework book.An Yinong felt that another self sat down, opened the workbook, and the words on the workbook jumped up and barked at him.

He subconsciously covered his eyes.

"Okay, the verification is over."

The man in black deflated like a deflated balloon, and returned to An Yinong's feet: "It seems that I am still the one who suffers when I use a shadow puppet to do my homework. Doesn't mental damage count as damage?"

The dejected An Yinong picked up his pen.

Mathematics is okay, and I can cope with it based on the previous foundation. Chinese is a headache, and English is even more painful.As for other sub-subjects, you basically have to learn from scratch.

He picked up the pen several times and put it down several times.

"They're moving," he said painfully, lying on the table.

"Otherwise forget it?" The system said, it was the first time it saw the host reading so painfully, he was a type who couldn't put down the book in his previous life.

"No." An Yinong straightened up abruptly, and picked up the Chinese book again, "It's better to have a father than to have a mother. I don't have the ability to survive. Once life changes, I will be reduced to the bottom."

Of course, in the plot, the He family has always been rich and of high social status, and An Yinong is used to planning for a rainy day.

"But your situation is so serious as the host, let alone your studies, your work will be affected in the future, right?" The system hesitated.

An Yinong was also thinking about this.

The original owner's voice was soft and sweet, suitable for singing some love songs, but he didn't want to just sing love songs.Writing songs is suitable, but you have to figure out the local dialect first, and Mandarin songs are not very popular at this time.

"The original owner's dream is to become a cartoonist, right? What do you think I will draw cartoons in the future?" An Yinong thought of the joy he felt when he picked up the paintbrush, which was the second only hatred left by the original owner.

"what?"

That night, An Yinong had a nightmare. In the dream, he was forced to wear a tuniced princess dress, surrounded by a group of chattering animals, and dancing characters flying all over the sky. In the middle, he was smiling and kept wanting Crazy without being insane.

Waking up, he looked towards the window and heard a familiar voice: "Open the door, Twolegs open the door!"

An Yinong tiptoed up, opened the curtain, and it was indeed the parrot.There is also a small bottle tied to the parrot's foot.

"Twolegs, my master said thank you."

"...?" Why is the master so big-hearted?A pet was lost once and still released?

He opened the window, took the small bottle down, and poured out a small note from it.

"Thank you for your care. If you have any requests, just ask." There is a string of numbers behind it, which seems to be a phone number.

An Yinong, who finished reading the note, frowned deeply: "What does this mean? Do you think I left the note as a way of repaying favor?"

He was almost annoyed. The owner of this parrot was paranoid about being persecuted, and he felt that other people had plans after his pet was rescued.Fortunately, this handwriting is so beautiful, but his personality is really not very good.

An Yinong really hated the feeling of being misunderstood.

"Wait a minute." An Yinong found a plate of melon seeds for the parrot, tore out a small note on the other side, and wrote: I rescued this little bird only because of the little bird itself, and I don't need your thanks .

As soon as he rubbed the paper with his fingertips, the paper rolled up and he put it into the small bottle.

"Please deliver the letter, your master is really rude." An Yinong and the parrot complained.

"That's right," the parrot, which was trying to eat melon seeds, raised its head to agree, "He often scolds and cries for two-legged beasts."

"Then you still like him so much?"

The parrot that had eaten enough melon seeds lowered its head and combed its feathers with its beak: "He doesn't scold me."

"..." What you said makes sense.

"Tell your master that I don't need any thanks from him. Now, go."

After seeing off the parrot, he went to the bathroom.

An Yinong spat out the toothbrush water: "I thought of one thing."

"Parrot?" The system was sour, it felt that it was in danger of falling out of favor.

"No, you said, can you use something to convert text into pictures or audio?"

An Yinong said to himself: "In later generations, there will still be some reading pens and various audio recordings, but there is nothing here. I can't really spend money to hire someone to read books for me." Although it is not impossible.

After washing, he changed his clothes and went downstairs.

The breakfast in He's family is hearty every day. There is a well-paid chef in his family. Not to mention home-cooked dishes, even a full table of Chinese and Chinese can fill a whole table.

It was the first time for An Yinong to enjoy the treatment of a professional chef cooking and a maid serving the dishes and pouring milk.When he was a governor (equivalent to a governor) in his previous generation, he was not so rich.

After breakfast, he was ready to go, and Granny Lian delivered the packed out bag.

"Our young master looks really good in this outfit, which compares to those movie stars. Those Hawaiian shirts and bell-bottom pants that are popular now are all gaudy, so refreshing is the best." Granny Lian praised him again and again.

"It's my mother-in-law's preference for me, that's why it's like this."

Having been an ancient person for many years, An Yinong's dressing style is still conservative, with a white T-shirt on the inside, a gray-blue short-sleeved shirt on the outside, a pair of light blue mid-cut jeans underneath, and a pair of Small white shoes, carrying a black backpack, look clean and refreshing.

"Maps, notebooks, pens, tissues...all have been put in. There is also a box of snacks in the school bag, some cookies. My mother-in-law knows, you young people don't like traditional dim sum, but foreign dim sum. .”

"How come? I love everything my mother-in-law cooks."

After coaxing Granny Lian into a smile, he set off in the family car.

The car drove off the uninhabited highway and drove into the bustling commercial street. There were still classical European-style buildings on both sides, and even the street lights seemed to be copied from the other side of the ocean.

However, there are many fewer foreigners on the road, but more rickshaw drivers, cleaners sweeping garbage, small vendors who get up early to buy things, and shoe boys carrying a big wooden box and shouting to shine shoes.

"Uncle Cai, what is this street?" He asked the driver

Uncle Cai, the driver, gave a foreign name, saying that there are many banks, residences of European and American high-ranking officials, embassies, etc. on that street, and the law and order are very good.

An Yinong nodded, and continued to look out the window.

The scenery of all this is receding, and the car continues to move forward.Gradually, there were fewer European-style buildings, narrower roads, more small shops, and more people in small gowns. Finally, they arrived near the appointed place.

The driver Ah Cai suddenly said worriedly that this place is not very safe.

It is said that this place was reclaimed from the sea 100 years ago. Not long ago, it was a Japanese-occupied area, and now it is the settlement of many Xingang residents who have just arrived in Hong Kong. It is relatively chaotic, and the original owner does not usually come here.

"Just get here. I'll take a taxi back later." The car stopped before reaching the agreed bridge, and An Yinong got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back.

"Master, why don't I go with you?" Uncle Cai was still a little worried.

"It's okay, it's broad daylight now." An Yinong looked at everything that seemed to come out of a picture, and took a deep breath.

It was early summer, and the streets were full of men and women in light clothes, some in cheongsams, some in western clothes, and some even wearing only a small vest.There are also many fashion accessories on them, such as silk scarves, pins and small bags, and even men wear toad mirrors.

Compared with them, An Yinong looked 'earthy'.

There are various small shops on both sides of the street, sellers of snacks, haircuts, shoe repairers, watch repairers... Job offers with red letters on a white background are lined up, and at a glance, there are all kinds of jobs.

On the road, there are also craftsmen carrying loads shouting loudly to repair umbrellas and sharpen scissors.

Neighbors waving cattail fans walked into various small shops, had their hair cut, and chatted.Or they walked under the bridge, and there were people setting up a shoe-shining stall over there.

In fact, from the perspective of future generations, this street is not wide, and two cars can block the road.But because there are fewer cars and more people at this time, it can also be called the "Avenue".

An Yinong walked and watched, walking slowly and watching slowly, it was the first time for him to feel the human touch of this kind of port city up close.

"Meow~" A short-haired milk cat jumped out from nowhere, it sniffed, and moved to An Yinong's feet, rolled over, revealing its white belly.

An Yinong knelt down and rubbed it, then stood up and continued walking.

The milk cat got up, followed, and followed for a street before leaving.

He walked through the bustling street market, passed by the trash collectors, and met a speeding rickshaw at the corner.

The muddy water splashed by the rickshaw splashed on a woman in a long floral dress. While shaking her skirt, she cursed, "Why are you rushing to reincarnate?"

"Sister-in-law Qing, you don't have to scold me, good things come after bad things. Would you like to come and see the fish at my stall?" The fishmonger at the side offered comfort.

The woman still hummed a few words before walking over to look at the fish on his stall: "Are these fish fresh? I don't want them if they're not fresh."

"The neighbors in the neighborhood for so many years, can I still lie to you? They are all just caught today, very fresh." The fishmonger in a dark blue waterproof apron picked up a big fish, "Look, it's so fat, buy it. Go home and make soup."

Leaving the lively downtown area, An Yinong continued to walk forward.

He met a group of young men wearing black suits with brightly colored shirts and sleeves rolled up. He didn't know if they were gangsters or chasing youths. They laughed at him: "Students."

An Yinong heard it, and raised the corner of his mouth to them: "Hello."

His smile was as bright as a newborn sun, and his eyes were like sparkling lake water. The young man at the head turned his head to look at him, but bumped his head against the electric pole.

An Yinong continued walking, passing through a street that smelled of food.There are dim sum shops on both sides of the place. A girl in a floral skirt and a grandmother in a double-breasted gown are sitting at a table eating.

One of them has their hair permed and wears brightly colored plastic jewelry, and the other uses wooden hairpins to hold their hair in a bun, but they can still sit and chat together.

He walked and watched all the way, and finally arrived at the appointed place, on a stone bridge amidst the lively hawking.

The two people on the bridge waved when they saw him.One of them was wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt and denim flared pants, and the other was wearing a blue denim short-sleeved jacket and black flared pants. Their hair was blown into fluffy three to seven parts. The children pretended to be adults, and they stood on the bridge with poss.

"He Tiantong, are you finally here?"