The solar system is broken

"Is this what you call a question?"

"Um."

A table is set with white dough and half a porcelain basin filled with dumpling fillings.

The writer looked at Bai Mian and his nose was twisted with anger.

Why does this become dumpling making?

"I count with my mouth! I count the number of dumplings with my mouth." Han Linger sneered with her hands on her hips.

"You fill in the blanks and fill in the dumpling wrappers."

"Don't do it." Isn't this bullying an honest person? I came here with enthusiasm, and you tell me this?

Don't do it, don't do it.

"I remember Huo Shan is not going back today." Han Linger rolled her eyes, "His chef is not here either."

"I'm going out to eat~"

You just got the 2w and you still can’t afford to eat? You can’t lose face.

"The mountains are closed, let's have a meal."

"Based on my relationship with Huo Shan..."

Han Ling'er sneered, "You stood up and were kicked over?"

This thing is really embarrassing.

At Zishan Cemetery, Huo Shan's soldiers gathered everyone in the square of the cathedral and squatted in a circle with their heads in their hands.

The writer saw Huo Shan in the crowd and quietly stretched out his hand to say hello to Huo Shan.

As a result, Huo Shan didn't appreciate it and kicked the writer to the ground.

The effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys was achieved on the spot, and no one dared to take the lead.

"By the way," the writer frowned, "where is Huo Shan from?"

It can be said that the writer standing on the outside was speechless and could not understand what was happening.

Logically speaking, Huo Shan helps the government train the army.

As a result, Huo Shan led the New Army to storm the municipal building, and then arrested several people from the Left House.

Let's say he is a representative of the red-blooded people. The red-blooded people actually want to kill Huo Shan.

This person became subtle.

"Maybe he's just a soy sauce guy," Han Ling'er rolled up her sleeves and started making dumplings.

"Here comes the dumpling wrappers~" Yi Yang smiled and came in with a plate of dumpling wrappers.

Xiao Li's maid's outfit was covered in white flour, as well as her face. It was obvious that the two of them had been rolling out dough intensely in the kitchen.

In a 50-square-meter living room, there is a round mahogany table, and two women and one man are making dumplings.

This isn’t the Winter Solstice, it’s not a festival, it’s not a New Year, I don’t know what the fuss is about?

"Writer, why don't you come over and help?" Yi Yang put a white sleeve on his hand and added a waistband, making him look like a housekeeper.

"No," the writer replied decisively.

"Aren't you afraid that Teacher Han will beat you?"

"teacher?"

"Old wet~~"

Then a piece of dumpling skin died heroically in Han Ling'er's hands.

"Well...I'll get the newspaper."

Slip away.

Han Ling'er's house is very big.

A spiral staircase came out, and the writer held on to the marble railing and walked down the bright stairs.

The living room on the first floor is covered with a red Persian hand-woven blanket, a polygonal European crystal chandelier is overhead, and there are also some hanging lights on the two walls.

A row of solid wood furniture, all painted red.

I also planted some potted plants, including a cage of Xiangfei bamboo and a small landscape pine in the glass room.

It's luxurious and high-end.

The evil exploiting class must waste so much productivity in order to have so much enjoyment.

However, I like...

The newspaper was an evening paper and arrived at about 5 p.m.

The writer was sent home by Huo Shante at six o'clock, so the meeting should have already arrived.

"well!"

Live under someone else's roof.

Pushing open the heavy iron door, there is a garden in front of you.

A semi-curved violet marble shelf, a circular garden.

There are also some seats in the garden, also made of stone, with some birds parked on them.

The writer didn't care about that, someone was cleaning it anyway.

He looked at the mailbox at the door.

Stuffed inside is a copy of Youzhou Evening News and an envelope.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with the evening paper, but the envelope was strangely tight. There was no name or any markings, and there was only one recipient, the writer.

"??"

I?

The writer thought for a while and found that he didn't have many friends in Youzhou.

Huo Shan? I see you every day, but you don’t know how to write to yourself.

Han Ling'er, Yi Yang and Xiao Li are even more impossible.

As for the other old Ivan, he doesn't know his address.

Dora? We just met today, so that’s even more impossible.

What other people said? The writer thought about it, but no one knew it.

"Could it be a prank?"

I can't understand.

"You will know after reading it. Do you care so much?" The writer picked up the newspaper and tore open the envelope with one hand.

I opened the door and walked inside.

"Hahaha~" Yi Yang's devilish laughter filled the air upstairs.

"Kekeke~" Xiao Li's voice... was also taken astray.

Gan!

No more going up.

I found a random chair and sat down.

There was very little in the envelope, just a postcard.

There was a photo on the front of the postcard, but the photo made the writer's pupils shrink.

It's a tree, a big oak tree at the temple gate. It's withering yellow leaves.

Three warriors in armor stood under the oak tree with their hands on the hilts of their swords.

A shackled young man sat on the steps, looking up at the big oak tree.

That face was silent, cold and so endearing.

is a writer.

When was it taken?

Why don't you feel it at all?

This was the evening when he escaped, when he was counting the time on the steps and became a thinker.

However, the writer then thought about it and realized that this was nothing. He was not afraid that anyone would know that he had escaped from the Great Shang Kingdom.

"threaten?"

"Isn't that right? Let's talk after reading it. It's boring to guess." The writer turned over the postcard.

A line of fine print, very short.

On the 31st, at 2 p.m., the third show at Beauty Theater.

Beauty Theater is naturally a theater.

It is considered the largest entertainment venue in Youzhou City, and there are even TV stations broadcasting it.

There is also a magician named... who is very famous. (You are so famous that you can’t remember his name.)

"Want me to see a magic trick?"

Sign the signature, Ding Ling.

The writer shook a ticket and a ticket floated out of the envelope.

The ticket was only the size of a postage stamp, so you wouldn't notice it even if you didn't look carefully.

"Ding Ling?" The writer met once at the customs and had no interaction at all. What on earth does this woman with all the problems want to do?

...

"What's between 1 and 3?" Yi Yang's voice pierced the sky.

"He!" Han Ling'er's voice was worthy of the concession.

"Why not 2?" Xiao Li's voice followed closely.

It's so noisy.

The writer's train of thought was interrupted, and the writer could hardly think. He put the envelope in his arms and unfolded the newspaper.

"Let me see what kind of cows and horses they are~"

Article 1, Shock! Mutiny.

Do you need to say you are shocked?

Below is a photo of soldiers clearing the remains of a municipal building.

There is also a machine gun checkpoint at the door. In this one, the soldier is holding a gun and his eyes are dull.

This is what happened in the morning, and the newspaper wrote about it. Unfortunately, there was no cultural work department to review it.

The second article is a joint statement by the seven generals to reassure the people not to panic. The target of this military attack is the corrupt elements who are dividing the city-state.

The third one, but a bit unusual, is that one of the seven generals resigned.

The reason why he is said to be abnormal is because of the fourth article, Huo Shan's personal interview, which lists Huo Shan's contributions and outstanding performance in various actions.

And Huo Shan is running for the seven-man general position.

I seriously suspect that this newspaper grew up eating hardcore food, which directly connotes the Seven-Man General.

"Wonderful~"

The epic masterpiece of the year! The changes in Youzhou City, episode 29, the strange superior.

The writer leaned his feet on the armrests of the chair and lazily watched the changes throughout the day.

Article 5 is also weird. The new Left House proposed an amendment to the previous proposal of the Right House, directly increasing the minimum wage level for low-income groups, thus replacing the proposal to abolish relevant functional departments.

However, as a concession, more than 100 positions in 12 departments were cut.

"Fuck!"

Customs Blue Blood Screener, directly merged with the Patent Department.

The writer was instantly unemployed.

"I'm out of work?"

It was very sudden, and it was gone.

Although I know that these positions are sucking the country's spinal cord and serving privileges.

But when it jeopardizes his own job, the writer feels as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Fortunately, with a savings of 20,000 yuan, the writer is not afraid of the risks brought by unemployment.

This newspaper is very interesting. It added ironically at the end that the government will provide these high-end talents with 13 months of additional severance compensation.

"..."

Thank you for the gifts of nature.

After one month of employment, the department was disbanded, and he received twelve months of severance pay in vain, totaling 2.40,000 yuan. In other words, the writer instantly had a huge sum of 4.40,000 yuan.

It was a surprise and a surprise.

But the news that followed made the writer feel very uncomfortable.

Old Ivan is dead.

Being drunk, he failed to see the direction of the railway clearly. He drove the train onto a broken railway track, and then the entire cab collapsed on the cliff.

In the photo of old Ivan, there is a burning sweet potato seal next to his body.

It was you who hurt him, you shouldn't talk about those things at the station.

The writer put down the newspaper in his hand and shook his head. It was his fate.

There is still noisy upstairs.

The two girls and one boy were very willful and kept making noises, like children, with no restraint at all.

"Ah~"

The writer opened his mouth and yawned, leaned back lazily on his chair and stretched.

Another fulfilling day.

He fell asleep leaning on the arm of the chair.

[Han Linger walked up to the writer and waved.]

[The writer frowned, "Is the meal ready?"]

[Han Ling'er smiled sweetly, "Why are you thinking about dumplings? Am I not worthy of your imagination?"]

[The slender legs are vaguely visible under the black gauze clothes, and the curves of the body are blurred against the backdrop of the lights. 】

[The seductive red lips are bitten lightly, the waist of the water snake is gently swayed, and the eyes are facing the critical attack of the writer's love.]

[Writer, "Are you okay?"]

[Han Ling'er, "People..."]

[The voice is enchanting and the cheeks are red.]

[Writer, “Where are the dumplings?”]

[Han Ling'er's body stiffened, "Damn man!"]

[Writer, "Hungry!"]

[Han Ling'er stepped on the edge of the chair, her long smooth legs bent and pressed against the writer's chest, "Eat me!"]

[Writer, "The glutamic acid content of human meat is too high and astringent!"]

[Han Ling'er's eyes flashed, "I asked you to come over and do the questions~"]

[The writer reaches out and asks for the title.]

[Han Ling'er smiled slightly, and her green hands gently slid down from the writer's chest.]

[The writer spoke righteously and pushed away, "You don't taste good!"]

[Han Ling'er was angry, but rolled her eyes, "People..."]

[The writer was anxious, "It's time for someone to come, don't be seen."]

[Han Ling'er looked unhappy, "Let's do the questions!"]

[Question? The piece of paper I took over the chicken chop was a fill-in-the-blank question.]

[The writer became confused, idiom.]

[() Be strong and strong]

【()Private revenge】

【()manipulate freely】

【()do your own thing】

[The writer looked at it and confidently filled in the blanks as follows.]

[A decline should lead to strength (from "A Letter to Zhao Xuancheng and Yang Youxiang".)]

【Report private revenge】

[Escapement is free (from "The Former Chibi Fu")]

【I go my own way】

【Pa! Slap.】

Snap! Slap.

"Animal, perverted, heavy taste!"

The three people surrounded the writer, with murderous intent in their eyes.

The writer just realized that he had a dream. Well...it was quite embarrassing, but I didn't do anything...

My face felt hot.

...

five minutes ago.

Xiao Li waved to Han Ling'er on the stairs, "Sister, he is talking in his sleep!"

Han Ling'er tiptoed over.

"Really."

Han Ling'er said seriously, "This man talks in his sleep. He is in the most unconscious state. Most of his words are from the bottom of his heart. Don't wake him up."

virtual~

The three of them looked at each other for confirmation.

The writer moved his lips slightly and uttered three words, "The meal is ready!"

"Master really likes to eat," Xiao Li smiled, "I must be hungry."

"Hungry!"

"You see, right~"

"Keep your voice down, Xiao Li," Yi Yang pressed Loli's head.

"I don't think it's that simple." Han Ling'er shook her head, "Don't look at his seriousness, he definitely has a little secret!"

Xiao Li tilted his head and pouted, not believing it.

“Human meat contains too much glutamic acid and is astringent!”

Three people:...

"Master is so powerful, he eats people... I'm sorry."

With eyes wide open, Xiao Li lowered his head.

"You don't taste good!"

Both faces are distorted.

The writer eats people in his dreams!

"It's time for someone to come, don't let anyone find out!"

And secretly eat it!

"I can't bear it anymore!"

"Beast! Abnormal! Heavy taste!" Han Ling'er's slap flashed twice.

...

The writer covered his face and watched the three people looking down at their toes.

"So, you just hit me?!"

"Si~" It was really ten levels of strength, and my face was swollen.

"..."

"Who can explain why you think this is the case?!"

"Dirty! Dirty!" The three of them were shocked and nodded.

"Master, what on earth did you dream about?" Xiao Li smiled.

"I dreamed..." The writer felt guilty mid-sentence and suddenly raised his voice, "Is there anything wrong with dreaming?!"

"Slap! Four slaps!" The writer stretched out his slap, his hand trembling slightly with excitement, "Slap me alive!"

"At worst, you can eat more dumplings~" Han Ling'er felt guilty.

"A few dumplings! Just..." The writer's beard and hair suddenly softened, "Are you ready?"

"On the table~" He shrank his head and pointed upstairs.

"Huh~" The writer left.

Looking at the retreating figure.

Three faces gathered together.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with him?"

"Ling'er is right!"

"Master, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Xiao Li is right."

"I personally think he has a problem, and it's a problem!"

"for example..."

"Being as perverted as Yi Yang!"

"..."

"Forget it, we were late and he had finished eating the dumplings..."

“The owner is very good at eating!”

"I think..."

"Let's go, Xiaoli..."

"Master, leave some for me!"

Han Ling'er was silent, there were three of us when we came, but when we returned, a bowl of dumplings collapsed, and the boat of friendship capsized at every turn.

There is definitely a problem.

Just as she was about to turn around, Han Ling'er spotted the postcard on the chair.

"??Theatre." Han Ling'er picked up the postcard and smelled it. It had a faint scent, like roses.