Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Welcome to the morning news. Today's main content is that as the New Year approaches, the first batch of resident personnel of the 'Navigator' space station will return soon, and successfully completed the 15-20-year resident work!

Dungeon residents around the world are eagerly looking forward to the return of space heroes. For this reason, various places have held unique celebrations. Let us go to the scene to learn about the situation..."

In the central square, the fresh air system is constantly running, replacing the air, bringing a touch of freshness to the lively central square.

In a corner of the square, two old men stood there, holding personal terminals in their hands, muttering something in a low voice.

"The old man is so happy that year. Every wind is every three days and every five days. The wind does not break the forest, the rain does not hurt the seedlings, the horses are put into the south mountain, the swords and guns are put into the warehouse, and the peaceful scene is taken first, take the weather first!"

“How is the weather?”

"In the old age, it is really cold, and it is really hot."

"What?"

"When it's cold, it's so cold that you dare not go out. It's okay to go out. For example, your body needs to wear more clothes and not enough protective clothing. You have to cover two layers and bring a heat source to heat at any time. You have to hold it in your hands. You don't dare to shake hands when you see people talking!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of? There is sweat on your hands. When the two of them shook hands, the cool breeze blew, they were frozen together."

"What should I do?"

"After driving through the day and night line, go to America to find the sun!"

"Ha! I can't wait!"

"Then go back to the dungeon quickly, go to the edge of the ion flame to boil water, pour it up, while it's hot, it's going to start!

The old saying goes, "water friends" and "water friends" are called here..."

Two old men said one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and they were talking very lively, but the people around them were hearing few reactions.

There is no way. This crosstalk is fake and exaggerated in the past, but if it is put to the present, it is a serious and cruel reality!

Just such crosstalk that sprinkles salt on wounds, and no one throws rotten eggs. Is it because the supplies are short and I still want to laugh? Let’s play with you!

"Stop, Brother Wang, I always feel that this crosstalk is a little bit wrong. Should we really act this year's Spring Festival Gala?"

An old man wearing a square-shaped glasses with a borderless headband always had a three-point smile on his face. He looked at his partner beside him and his tone was slightly hesitant.

"...what is that? I'm not a professional crosstalk. I only remember a few passages in total. I've basically finished acting over the years. I've been picky and picky, and that's all the only one left..."

"...Or we don't go to this year. We've been there for ten years, so we can have a good New Year this year..."

Hearing this, his partner thought for a moment, nodded slightly, then turned to look at the person beside him, raised his gray eyebrows, waved his hand and said:

"You have heard it too. Lao Han and I really can't come up with something suitable. Don't count us in this year's art performance. We are all over 60 years old, so it's time to take a good rest..."

On the side, the young neighborhood committee staff hesitated for a moment when they heard this, looked at each other with their colleagues, and asked in embarrassment:

"... Mr. Wang, Mr. Han, since our No. 3 Dungeon was established, you two are indispensable during the Spring Festival every year. Look, should you think of another way?"

"Think about it!"

Old Man Wang was completely impatient, picked up a thermos from the stool beside him, unscrewed and took a sip, moistened his throat, and then said:

"We can't just point to Lao Han and my literary and artistic work in Dungeon No. 3, right? Then what do you young people do?

It’s your mission. Lao Han and I are just bored and help you. This is a problem and it’s still…”

Tighten the lid of the cup, put it aside, looked at the two young people in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"...You have watched our job too. It's not that we don't help. It's really inappropriate. We can't let the two of us, who are over 100 years old, blow it up on the stage, right?

Can you leave us some decent?"

As he said this, the staff of the neighborhood committee had to cry, nodded, closed the personal terminal in his hand, and looked at the two old men and said:

"... Then... I'm sorry, the two uncles, the dumplings prepared by our neighborhood committee for us. It's noon later, remember to eat them!

By the way, everyone over 60 years old has a red envelope of 100 yuan. If you take the time, remember to receive it, it is in your personal terminal account!

I wish you two old men a happy New Year in advance and all the best!”

Hearing this, Old Man Wang's face finally improved a lot. He smiled slightly and waved his hand and said:

"Okay, I'll lend you a good word. Mr. Han and I wish you a happy New Year, a smooth work, and a good service to the people!

Assume, we're leaving!"

As he said that, he waved his hand again, called the old man Han beside him, and turned his head to walk towards home.

"...I said, Lao Han, when will you spend the holiday?"

In the noisy crowd, two old men walked leisurely on the passage leading to the residential area. There were snacks and drink stalls on both sides, and all the food sold were of various colors.

Of course, the types of food look quite rich, but the raw materials are very monotonous, either earthworms, mealworms, or cockroaches, locusts, etc.

There is no way, a food stall, you can't point to them selling artificial meat grown from high-end cells, right?

The things made from that thing are really no different from it, but the problem is that the cost is too high. It’s okay to eat it occasionally to change your appetite. Eat it every day, isn’t it crazy? Can’t you even get over it?

Despite those artificial meat, this cheap source of protein is the choice for most people.

Seeing the two old men selling enthusiastically, they also showed meaningless smiles.

"...How is it? Lao Han, come and have some skewers? Their recipes were all sold by me back then. They are a great choice in dungeons all over the world. Do you want to try them?"

Hearing Old Man Wang's words, Old Man Han's expression changed instantly. He rolled his eyes at him and said with a pout.

"...It's so delicious, why don't you eat it yourself? Do you want to come and have some? I'll treat you!"

In an instant, Old Man Wang shook his head and laughed, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward swaying.

"...Hehe, I'm kind-hearted and treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs. If I like it, I'll cook for my baby Duoduo!"

Behind Old Man Wang, Old Man Han shook his head and followed with a smile. Looking at the noisy crowd around him, he said with a smile:

"...Don't do too much, Hutou will come back tomorrow. When he comes back, our whole family will be completely reunited!

I will buy some good things tomorrow, you can cook, our family will have a good party, and have a serious New Year!"

“…Hahahaha, no problem, it’s the New Year, what do you say…

...Hmm? Wait?

Tiger head is back?

Peiqiang...duoduo...maodan!!!”