Lazy God Possession

When Zhao Dongliang ran and said to Liu Minzhong without a few words, he saw that Liu Minzhong was unhappy, and the commander waved him away. w.jxs.et updates fastest

Zhao Dongliang begged in the back, but Liu Minzhong ignored it.

Zhao Dongliang rubbed Liu Minzhong for half an hour, but honest people were stubborn, that was really terrible. No matter what Zhao Dongliang said, Liu Minzhong shook his head.

Liu Minzhong entered a rare encounter, Zhao Dongliang wanted to follow up again, stood alone in the oblique stab, and sneered: "Get off, you are not welcome here!"

Who isn't Zhao Fengfeng?

Zhao Dongliang looked at Zhao Gaofeng, who was so tall, and swallowed, but he dared not say anything.

It ’s rare to have two larger tables, one reserved for Liu Minzhong, and the other one already occupied. Zhao Fengfeng returned to the table and waved at others, saying: "It's okay, big guy Continue eating and drinking! "

In front of the table, together with Zhao Gaofeng, there were eight people, all wearing the same clothes and ages, and the same color plate and inch size. At this time, several people were drinking a little, hugging and crying together.

There are perseverance and perplexity. Now that they are covered with olive green, how can they be easily abandoned?

But the world is always changing. It's time to leave, and it must leave.

After meeting today, I do n’t know when we can meet again. Life is sometimes more dangerous than a battlefield, and it can kill a person. It is also possible that we will be trapped in chai oil and salt in the future, and we will never meet again.

Sitting at the door, Nan Ming teased Xiao Hei and heard the sound coming from inside. My heart was filled with emotion.

He whispered to Jiang Chaohua, and Jiang Chaohua nodded and went into the kitchen. After a while, I brought two meat dishes into a small compartment separated by a screen.

"This is Uncle Jiang ..." Zhao Gaofeng froze.

"Added food." Jiang Chaohua laughed.

"Thank you Uncle Jiang, this ..."

"Don't thank me, the boss has the final say." Jiang Chaohua pointed at the door.

With the spirit of wine, Yang Ji and Yuan Zewen boldly dragged Nan Ming over, but they did not dare to force Nan Ming to drink, and gave him a bottle of juice.

"I respect you!"

"King Nan brother!"

Nan Ming sat between the seats, listening to them telling about the life of the barracks. Telling the romantic romance in the gun Lin Danyu, reluctantly. Telling sorrow, I gradually got an idea in my heart.

The meal was finished at 2:30 in the afternoon, when everyone stood up and supported each other, leaving to leave. As soon as I saw the shop door, Zhao Dongliang helped an old man come in.

"Professor Liu, I'm here to apologize to you."

At the table next door, Professor Liu hurriedly stood up and stared, "Principal, you are ..."

...

At dinner, when Zhao Gaofeng and Yuan Zewen drank small dishes and hoe, opened the door of the Nanming residence on the 28th floor, and saw Nanming sitting on the floor at the entrance of the utility room. Holding his shoulders, tilting his head, he was dazed at something.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Gaofeng followed Nan Ming's eyes. It's no surprise that an ordinary fully automatic washing machine is in sight.

"I'm thinking, what method should be used so that the washing machine can automatically pick out the dirty clothes and wash them, and it's better to fold them and put them in the closet by themselves ..." Nan Ming put his head on his side, a little bit worried.

"..." Zhao Fengfeng was too shocked. All aphasia.

Sometimes he felt completely unable to understand Nanming.

A person who waited for the elevator trouble and climbed the stairs directly to the 28th floor. How is it possible to understand someone who is too lazy to even throw clothes in the washing machine?

"Nan ..." After a long while, Zhao Fengfeng finally remembered how to speak, but with one mouth, Nanming was interrupted.

"Shh! I thought of it!" Nan Ming waved his hand. After a while, he shook his head helplessly: "Well, it really isn't working!"

Zhao Feng was almost strangled, at this time he almost fainted.

This guy is thinking seriously about the feasibility of this kind of thing!

How is this possible? Feed me!

Seeing Nanming was still distressed there, Zhao Gaofeng simply put down his puppet, picked up the dirty clothes basket, turned around, picked up Nanming's dirty clothes, and threw them into the washing machine.

"Okay, you're all set, let's eat." Zhao Gaofeng put both Xiaocai and Xiu on the road.

"Well ..." There, Nan Ming still sat there without moving, sighing, "I still can only ask a housekeeping company, but I don't like strangers coming here, so distressed!"

You're upset!

Even if there is all respect for Nanming, at this time, Zhao Gaofeng also had the urge to kick Nanming directly from the 28th floor, and then get up and down again!

How could a person be so lazy!

"Pop!" Nan Ming suddenly clapped her hands. "Sure enough, we still have to work hard to achieve a fully automatic washing machine!"

No such automatic washing machine!

There is already a thing called a fully automatic washing machine in this world, but it is completely different from what you think!

Zhao Gaofeng almost plunged into the bun.

The opposite Yuan Zewen was all laughing and laughing, but what followed was more perseverance.

Such a life, such a person, and other places are probably not seen.

When eating, Nan Ming was clearly still annoyed about the automatic washing machine, and suddenly stopped.

When Nanming finally finished eating, Zhao Gaofeng got up to pack and Yuan Zewen said to Nanming: "Nange, I'm here to say goodbye to you, I'm leaving."

"Gone? Where are you going?" Nan Ming was startled.

A lot of people were seen off at noon today. These people are going to Tiannan Haibei to find work.

Crying like a child before leaving.

But he didn't know that Yuan Zewen was leaving.

"I don't know. If I go to the north and south of the river, maybe I will go to other parts of the world." Yuan Zewen said, "Mr. Liu said that there are many blind people in the world. They do n’t know the importance of echolocation. Live a better life for myself, and I want to help them like you. "

Yuan Zewen smiled. He didn't expect to find the pursuit of life after losing his eyes: "I use cycling and hiking. I went to various places to publicize and appeal to the society to give more attention to the blind, if possible, I also Want to advertise the Echolocation and Vision Institute, is this okay? "

A blind person, without relying on any auxiliary tools, riding the river north and south and even the entire world, this will be a very formidable thing. It is also a great work that no one has ever done. Nan Meditation feels great!

"Of course!" Nan Ming nodded again and again. "But it's too hard for you. Is there any problem in life? It might as well be hired by the Vision Institute ..."

"Nanger, leave him alone. This kid is a rich man." Zhao Gaofeng laughed.

"My family is doing business. It's a bit of a savings, and it's probably enough for the rest of my life." Yuan Zewen laughed, and he was happy to find a way to realize his past and present dreams at the same time.

"Nanger, I'll leave at night. If you need anything, call me. I'll be on call." Yuan Zewen said, "Like the last action. You must call me ..."

Farewell to Yuan Zewen, who took a step and looked back, and watched his huge outdoor backpack disappear at the end of the long street. Nan Ming looked at Zhao Gao Feng who was standing beside him: "Aren't you going? Do you have no dream?"

Yuan Zewen has embarked on his dream journey. What about Zhao Fengfeng?

Zhao Fengfeng thought for a moment, then shook his head in silence.

He has some ideas that are not dreams, but he doesn't know how to say it.

Moreover, he cannot be as free and easy as Yuan Zewen. He wants to get married and have children, and to make money to support his family. To do many, many things, doomed to pursue that simple dream so freely.

"If there are people like Brother Yuan in the future. Bring them here, don't be embarrassed." Nan Ming told Zhao Fengfeng.

Zhao Fengfeng grinned: "There are indeed a few, but not as interesting as Zewen."

Looking back, Yuan Zewen had long since disappeared, and he was already on his way to his dream.

And under the yellow street light around him, Nan Ming stood there. Although he was slightly thin, he was never confused. He always knew what he was going to do.

At Nan Ming's side, Zhao Gaofeng felt that he could only look up.

Not because of that magical power, but because of Nan Ming.

Finally, Zhao Fengfeng said: "Nanger ... give me a job."

He didn't know his dream, but he wanted to help Nanming realize his dream, even if the dream was the ridiculous fully automatic washing machine.

As long as the south meditation, it will be realized.

Nan Ming sat down on the side steps and said, "I can't give you a good job now, but I want to work with you, Brother Zhao, have you ever thought about starting a business?"

"Entrepreneurship?" Of the several options Qing Qing Lin gave to Zhao Feng in the first place, only this option, Zhao Feng had never thought about.

"Entrepreneurship, what kind of business? Me?" After a short while, Zhao Gaofeng smiled bitterly: "I can't do anything, how do I start a business ..."

"Then what would you do?" Nan Ming smiled.

"I will lead soldiers, train, fight, assault, defend ..." Zhao Gaofeng held his finger, "If I were to find a job myself, I would only find a job as a security guard, Nan Ge, I ’d better give it a vision The Institute is a security? "

Nan Ming laughed. If Zhao Gaofeng was also called nothing, what would the others do?

But in fact ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ in modern society, those things that Zhao Gaofeng would have really useless, this is no longer a world relying on fists and force.

Zhao Gaofeng said that being a security is actually true. According to statistics, veterans' first choice of employment is actually security.

Others are mostly engaged in manual work.

"Classmate Zhao Xiaofa, do you know what kind of industry I am in?" Nan Ming asked.

"Nangeer you ..." Zhao Gaofeng thought about what he knew, the Institute of Vision, and Lazy Technology, saying: "Nangeer you are all high-level industries, I can't do it." (Unfinished to be continued)

ps: Amway. Yesterday, I went to "Return of the Great Saint of the Journey to the West." It was great. If it can be more complete in the end, it will be an Oscar-level animated feature film. Think of "Brave" in Oscar's best animated feature films over the years as the lower limit for Oscars, and then use "Wall Power" as the upper limit. "The Return of the Great Saint" is millions of "Quai Ba" better than "Brave", a few "Brave" than "Wale", has been regarded as the highest level of domestic animation in these years ...