Apocalyptic Forecast

In the early morning, dew condensed on the bow, and a wet trace appeared on the cello's box.

The weather with such high humidity, it should be reasonable to maintain them, but now Huaixi does not have this thought.

After practicing two hours of piano meditation as usual, he sat on the garden steps in a daze.

Then, of course, felt the buttocks cold.

"Let me put a mat here someday."

After he couldn't sit down anymore, he stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and walked aimlessly around the bare garden.

The wound stitching on the arm still hurts with the swing of the arm.

Reminded him again how dangerous he was last night.

No, it should be said, to remind him deeply, in what kind of situation he is now ... The present self is still far from guaranteeing his safety.

Although it often does n’t make sense to continue such a poor and difficult life, no one who lives feels better to die.

Moreover, the life of Huai Shi has not really begun yet.

How alive it is.

He still wanted to wait for a while.

"Are you dazed in the garden again?"

He suddenly heard the sound of a crow falling on the fence, "You can't change places?"

"Do I like it?"

"Then you should work harder, Huai Shi, sublimation will be completed soon." She hated the iron and steel sigh and raised her wings to make gestures, "It's just a little bit worse."

In this regard, Huai Shi couldn't lift his spirits at all: "It's useless if the sublimation is completed? Could you sprinkle more chilli noodles?"

No matter how powerful it is, it ’s not as good as last night? "

"How many times have you said that the ashes are just a by-product of your soul attributes. Once the sublimation is completed, there will be a breakthrough change in the power of the soul. Moreover, do you think the monkey yesterday really depends on his own ability?"

"Ok?"

"鵺, the sacred mark in Yingzhou's story system, belongs to the third stage · the result of etherification."

The crow glanced at him profoundly: "Sublimation is the beginning. Huai Shi, sublimators with great potential are often awakened at the age of eleven or twelve. You have already slowed down, don't let it down.

Maybe you want to return to peace after this time, but I think you must understand that the owner of the book of destiny is destined to embark on the pinnacle of this world. Power, wealth, and beauty will be at your fingertips, but only It is impossible to have a peaceful life. "

Huai Shi was silent for a long time and put the note in his hand:

"... Is it too late to lose this thing?"

Think about it, and suddenly excited: "Although I do not recommend you to do this, but this has not happened in history, I am curious what will happen then, why not try it?"

Huai Shi rolled his eyes.

"So, enjoy it without resistance." The crow extended his wings sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder: "At least, you still have a peaceful life in a sense."

Yeah, ignoring that I was so poor that I was going to work in a cowboy shop. I met some dead body on the road and was inexplicably chased by someone. I still live with a bald cowboy and I still have to be used as bait ...

I don't know why, thinking of this, the girl who had only seen it twice sounded in Huai Shi's mind, as if she was a wheelchair girl who was only two or three years older than herself.

Ai Qing.

Seems to have seen it somewhere, but if I think about it carefully, there seems to be no similar memory in my short and empty first half of my life.

Anyway, a young lady who looks so nice and is in a wheelchair will not be left behind when she sees it?

He scratched his head, no matter how much he thought about it.

It wasn't until the sound of the car horn at the door reminded him to go to work that he reluctantly picked up the piano box and rubbed outward.

Half-hanging cowherd and poem, ushered in a new day of suffering ...

Then, of course, got into trouble.

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"Aren't you here to sell when you come to work? What big-tail wolf do you give me?"

In front of Liu Dongli, the lean woman who was old enough to be a mother of Huai Shi pointed angrily at the Huai Shi behind him, and suddenly a glass of wine poured over:

"I have opened more than a dozen champagne towers here. Could you let him come and sit with me for a few drinks? Really when you are a fairy? Call your manager, and my mother would not believe it today. ... "

In a mess, Huai Shi smiled in the back, not knowing what to say, and was finally pushed out by the crowd.

After a while, Liu Dongli finally settled the trouble, and after a long time, he found the Huai poem waiting for lunch in front of the pancake stall at the back door of the clubhouse.

This product has been inflated since the allowance of 800 yuan per day. When I bought a pancake, I dared to add two ham sausages. Looking at something happy, Liu Dongli, who was originally depressed, couldn't help but be surprised: "I was complained six times the next day at work, how did you do it?"

Huai Shi thought for a long time and asked tentatively: "Maybe I look good?"

"I said Huai Poetry ..." Liu Dongli sighed, "He was splashed with wine, and his face was scratched for so many times, how can you be like a okay person?"

"So what can I do?"

Huai Shi looked at him blankly, "Go back and kick her on the ass, tell her 30 years on the river, 30 years on the bottom of the river, don't you bully the poor?"

Besides, they are all expected things. Are you angry? If I was angry about this, I was mad at me four or five years ago. "

"......"

Liu Dongli was speechless and could only say: This guy always has some unexpected strengths in strange aspects.

Since he started to take Huai Shi to work half-difficultly, I don't know how many bad things happen, but I have never seen this guy lose his temper or lift the table, even if he was splashed with wine, he just smiled and moved. Go aside, you can't fight back, you can't fight back.

Although the nonsense is kept private in private, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is so patient that it is too patient to speak.

Lotte sent music to this level, let people do not know whether it is stupid or what.

Looking at his smile and waiting for the pancakes, I do n’t know why, Liu Dongli is always a little irritable, always feels like he is persecuting prostitutes, bullying honest people, his conscience has been greatly broken.

"Don't wait, let's go."

Liu Dongli pulled him back to change his clothes: "I don't go to work in the afternoon, my brother takes you to eat a good meal."

"Really? You finally found out conscience?" Huaishi surprised: "When do you pay the electricity bill?"

Liu Dongli was on the steps, his waist almost flashed, and turned his back to stare hard: "You just say I'll give you bodyguards for free, why should I pay for electricity?"

"You need a water heater."

Huai Shi said, "Wouldn't it be possible to wash it with cold water?"

"Hey, do you have a conscience! I was injured yesterday to save you. Besides, the cold water bath hurt my skin!"

"... Yeah, it hurts my hair too." Huai Shi followed by a sentence.

Visible to the naked eye, Liu Dongli staggered on the steps, almost rolled down.

When changing clothes, Huaishi wore sunglasses and huge masks to cover his face. He seemed to be a criminal who was ready to engage in trouble at any time.

There is no way. It's one thing to go to work in the Cowherd Club. It's another thing to be photographed by classmates.

Last time he finally fooled him, this time it was not recognizable.

It's a pity ... things often don't run on people's subjective wills. When Huai Shi, who is back all the year round, just went out, he heard the cry behind him.

"Is it a small poem? A small poem!"