Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

“...annie…”

Xiao Ming was lying on the sofa in the living room, looking at the ceiling with drunken eyes, looking at the face of indifference.

"Amin, you can't drink anymore. Look at you, what this is like!"

Cissy saw Amin touching another bottle of wine, and was so angry that he stepped forward and grabbed the bottle, and threw it on the spot.

'Bang!'

With a loud explosion, Xiao Ming was so drunk that he was nothing, which scared the hairs that were making soup in the kitchen.

Her hair was covered with a burgundy apron with a pattern of Feng Fujiko printed on it. She rushed out with a spoon in her hand and asked worriedly:

"What's the matter!"

"It's okay! Look at him, I'll buy anti-alcohol medicine!"

When Cissy saw the hair, the anger in his heart broke out directly. He glanced at Xiao Ming, who was depressed, and left in a angrily manner.

After all, it was his younger brother. No matter how much he hated him, he still felt sorry for him. Seeing his younger brother's uncomfortable appearance, he still felt distressed.

Going downstairs and getting into the car, Cissy smashed the steering wheel hard. What's the point?

Why can this evil ghost harm our family?

Do we siblings owe it?

And Xiao Ming is the same. If it weren’t for being blinded by the annie who was out of tune, how could he have fallen to this point now?

What a fucking bastard!

Sissy, who was sitting in the driver's seat and vented hard, was still indignant. He stepped on the accelerator with a fierce look on his face and drove towards the nearest pharmacy.

Upstairs, I sighed as Cissy's leaving hair, turned around and returned to the kitchen, asking for it but not getting it, what can I do?

......

In the early morning, the sky was just slightly bright, and the ground was soaked by morning dew was very slippery, but no matter how slippery the ground was, it could not stop the people who worked hard.

The staff in some positions have been working for a long time while others are still sleeping soundly.

The cleaners were carefully cleaning the road, and garbage trucks kept rushing to various garbage stations to clean up the garbage accumulated yesterday.

It's their job, day after day, year after year, and always.

"Hey, Danzi, is there a lot of garbage today!"

At the back door of the hospital, a garbage truck was parked in the garbage room, waiting for a special caregiver to hand over the medical garbage.

Medical waste is different from ordinary domestic waste. Because it is very dangerous, not only does transportation require specialized personnel to deal with it, but the handover is also very serious and cautious.

Of course, these tasks are only more complicated than ordinary garbage. As long as you are careful, you will not make any major mistakes.

Dahei and Danzai didn't know how many times they handed over, and they had already been familiar with the precautions and had no intention of being nervous.

"A lot!"

Danzi's eyes were blurred, as if he hadn't woken up. Dahei in the car saw this and poked his head out and joked:

"What? Did you go to Lou Feng last night? Why are you so uninspired?"

Hearing Dahei's words, Danzai raised her eyebrows, giving people a charming and enchanting feeling.

"No, something happened in the hospital yesterday, I didn't sleep all night!"

"Oh, thank you for your hard work..."

Da Hei said dryly, then closed his mouth.

For some reason, when Dahei saw Danzai's behavior, he always felt a little chill on his back.

In the reversing mirror, Danzai glanced at Dahei with a squint, chuckled, and said nothing. She carried a special medical plastic bag and put it into the car one by one.

"Hey, what is this black bag that is thrown away? My car cannot take domestic garbage!"

In the car, Dahei saw Danzai put a black plastic bag on the car, and couldn't help getting out of the car and asking.

Medical waste has special plastic bags, which are bright yellow translucent, thick and strong. Black plastic bags like this are obviously not bags for medical waste.

According to rules and regulations, his car is absolutely not allowed to transport ordinary garbage!

Danzi is also an old friend, so he shouldn't make such a low-level mistake!

"Ah? This? You'll know if you come and take a look..."

Danzi's trance tone made Dahei's heart tremble, but for work, he mustered up the courage, walked forward, opened the bag and checked.

"...Oh... It turns out that it's just two corpses... What do I think it is... I was shocked..."

......

‘Didi!!! Squeak~~~Bang!!!’

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a small white boat. There is an osmanthus tree on the boat. The white rabbit is playing. The oars cannot be seen. There are no sails on the boat. It floats and floats to the west..."

......

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

"Hmm? Who?"

In the kitchen, the hair that was making soup seemed to hear a knock on the door, and couldn't help but ask tentatively.

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

The person outside the door had a blank face and didn't say anything, but just repeated the knocking action.

"Ye? Someone really knocked on the door? Here comes!"

As the hair said, he turned the fire to the smallest, wiped Feng Buerizi's charming figure, walked to the door and looked out from the cat's eyes.

I saw a deep and weird eye, clasped against the cat's eyes, as if looking at the hair.

"Oh my god! Who are you!"

"...Hair...I'm...c...cissy..."

The person outside the door seemed to feel uncomfortable, and his voice was not only a little hoarse, but also a little stressful.

“cissy??”

The person outside the door seemed to hear the call of hair, and he took two steps back and showed his complete face in front of the cat.

I saw that this Cissy's hair was messy, her face was dusty, and there was a big black bag on her forehead, which looked very embarrassed.

"Cissy, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this scene, Mao quickly opened the door, and welcomed Cissy, who was staggering, and asked with concern:

"Didn't you go buy medicine? How could it be like this?"

"Ha... nothing... I'll go see Xiao Ming..."

As he said that, he ignored the frowning hair and turned around and walked towards Xiao Ming on the sofa.

"...By the way, cissy, I cooked pumpkin rib soup, do you want to drink some?"

"...OK..."

When Cissy heard the words of Hair, she didn't look back and answered casually, and still walked towards Xiao Ming persistently.

"...cissy...if I remember correctly...don't you never eat pumpkin..."

The hair was in his pockets and stood there with his head down. His eyes were blocked in the thick shadow, making people confused.

Hearing the hair's words, Cissy stopped and turned around swayingly, smiling charmingly:

"I'm worried about Xiao Ming, but I'm sorry if I didn't hear what you were saying..."

"Who are you?"

"What stupid things are you saying? I'm Cissy?"

When Mao heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the woman in front of him.

"Cissy always calls Xiao Ming Aming or Mingzai! She never smiles like this at me! Who are you?"

"Hair, what are you talking about..."

Although there is no big question about this cissy's answer, Mao Hai already has an answer in his heart. The person in front of him looks exactly the same as cissy... But she is no longer cissy...

"...Look at me, I'm not cissy, who will it be!!!"