From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Speaking of this, Mr. Friday coughed twice and stretched his muscles and bones. Lin Feng looked at Mr. Friday's tired face.

Lin Feng asked: "Are you tired?"

"No, I'm in good spirits." Mr. Friday replied.

"That's good."

"Do you think what I said is a bit boring?"

"No. I've been listening to other people telling stories these days, this time your story is fresh."

Hahaha Mr. Friday laughed and went on.

...

Mr. Friday finally lit his cigarette, and the smoke slowly drifted away from him. After a while, he suddenly let the wind of the electric fan blow outside the window.

At this time, there was an urgent and heavy rain in the sky, dripping on the iron roof and glass windows, making a crisp sound.

Worried about rain splashing into the house, Mr. Friday got up from his chair, temporarily put half of his cigarette on the ashtray, jumped to the window in three or five steps, and closed the window tightly.

Even though Mr. Friday's movements were quick and in one go, his arms and clothes still got a little wet from the rain. After doing this, Mr. Friday sat back again, took out three or four toilet papers and rubbed the water on his arm 22.

"It's so heavy rain, my arm hurts!" He said with a smile.

This is the first time Mr. Friday laughed today.

The cousin was silent and suddenly said with a serious face: "Fifth, next time you go home and see the girl. The second wife has a classmate who is about the same age as you, divorced, and has two children, but the family is pretty good. If you think it’s suitable, we will find a time to sit at her house and then marry her back. Don’t worry about the money..."

"No need." Mr. Friday put away his smile and said coldly.

"Oh!" The cousin said with a deep face, "Then what will you do when you grow old..."

By this time Mr. Friday had finished smoking, he put his hands on his lap and said nothing. The cousin looked at Mr. Friday's dark and lush hair and didn't know what to say. Mr. Friday's lonely and silent shadow was reflected on the smooth white wall.

The cousin quietly waited for Mr. Friday's answer. In fact, they don’t know how many times they have talked to Mr. Friday about the topic of marriage. They have done both soft and hard, and they have said everything. As a result, the answer every time they exchanged is Mr. Friday’s silence.

The electric fan shook his head hoarsely.

This electric fan is too old, too old, most of the black paint on it has peeled off, and there is still a large red rust on the nose.

It was as if the gasping sound of an injured wild wolf echoed in this quiet room, the sound made by a screw in the head of the electric fan.

Along with the dull thunder, torrential rain poured down on the north wall of Yijing Apartment. The north wall was originally the kitchen of a paint factory. The kitchen was covered with stainless steel iron. At this time, the rain dripped on the roof, making a ticking noise. The hard iron sheet is as cold as cold rain.

After a while, Mr. Friday said: "Nursing home...er...I will talk about it later, starving to death by the roadside will not cause you to worry." The voice was low and hoarse, as if it was not for people to hear, but he said. Listen to myself.

Hearing these words, the cousin bounced up from the chair, grabbed two packs of cigarettes on the table, stuffed them into his pockets, and then walked outside the hallway. From beginning to end, Mr. Friday did not look up at his cousin again, because the cousin did not speak, so he did not know what expression and mood the cousin finally left with.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise from the hallway, and his door was heavily closed.

boom--

For a moment, Mr. Friday felt that the violent sound of closing the door seemed to have cleared all his happiness and future through the door, and shut it out.

Since then, my cousin has never talked about marriage with Mr. Friday.

The relationship between them seems to have become more pure, not only the friendship between cousins, but also the relationship between the boss and subordinates, and the latter feeling makes Mr. Friday feel more clearly.

So this year's New Year, not only did his cousin never ask him if he wanted to go home together, but also his brothers did not ask him.

It's half past one in the morning. Mr. Friday always goes to bed early, but he has been unable to fall asleep tonight.

In the dim room 403, a small wall lamp was lit, the blue yingying dim light like a ghost fire. Only two gray-white moths hovered constantly outside the lampshade.

The neighbors upstairs and downstairs have not yet gone to sleep. Adults and children seem to have endless topics, and their voices are so loud, as if they want to tell people all over the world.

He was there, in the darkness, silent and lonely. The medicine in his abdomen did not make him feel comfortable. On the contrary, the cold water he had just taken with the medicine made him feel a little nauseous. He has always had a bad stomach, so he eats very little and is skinny. If a person could see his naked body, he would be surprised how a person can be so thin?

It's a pity that such a time will never appear, because if he is alive, no one will get close to him.

A hot pain came from the shoulders and elbows, like thousands of small insects biting every inch of skin and every bone on the body. Mr. Friday is very sad.

He thought that if there really is hell, hell must be burning with fire and no grass will grow. There is hell, hell is in his body.

This terrible nightmare illness has haunted him for too many years. On his bedside table, there is a shoulder joint MIR examination report, which is the birth certificate of the illness living in his body. Since then, he no longer wants to remember the time.

If someone suffers for a long time, for that person, time ceases to exist.

The second hand of the clock on the wall was still creaking, and it came to Mr. Friday's ears clearly and clearly.

The moon sinks from the window.

The laughter from upstairs and downstairs gradually disappeared.

There was only one voice of 850. It was a widower living downstairs, a drunkard, and he didn't know what the gibberish was.

Mr. Friday got up from his chair, and under the faint light, he walked under the clock and wanted to see clearly how long it was now. But without seeing clearly, he moved his face closer, only to vaguely see that the minute hand and the hour hand overlapped.

"It's already three and three." He said to himself.

At this time, the pain caused by frozen shoulder to him was reduced, but the drowsiness also disappeared.

"Go to the balcony and blow a hair." Mr. Friday made a decision, and then walked to the balcony.

The balcony is very narrow, only extending one and a half meters from one side of the living room, and the left and right sides are more than three meters long. Looking up along the iron fence, the gray-black clouds in the dark night sky seemed to exude a silver-white light.

At this moment, Mr. Friday suddenly wanted to smoke. He touched the shriveled trouser pocket, only to remember that the cigarette box and the lighter were forgotten in the room.

So he went back to the room to take it, and after a while, he went back to the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth. A breeze blew from the leaves of the tall palm trees, and the smoke he spit was blown away.

The breeze messed up his hair, rubbing his skin like a gentle hand. so comfy!

Suddenly, with a bang, in the darkness, his foot inadvertently kicked a bowl or utensil. With a buzzing sound like a clear chime in his mind, Mr. Friday’s longest memories in the depths of his soul are rolling in...

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