Wen Lan didn't look back and quietly reached into the side pocket of his backpack. The childish voice behind seemed puzzled as to why this person did not respond to his words, so he continued to ask: "Why don't you answer me? Don't you want to play games with me?"
But in the blink of an eye, the voice seemed to reach my ears. Wen Lan decisively pulled out a palm-sized straw doll from his pocket and patted it back, then rolled forward like a leaf falling from the front of the house.
On the roof, a straw doll was photographed into the arms of a little boy. He was wearing an exquisite little suit and bow tie, and his hair was slicked with hairspray. He was one of the 108 treasures.
The sudden straw doll attracted all his attention. He didn't seem to see Wen Lan go down at all. Instead, he grabbed the doll, shook it, and asked, "Why don't you speak?"
The quality of the doll is not very good. It is just a ball of straw tied with a plastic binding rope, and its crooked facial features are painted with paint. When he shook it a little, the doll deformed a little.
A piece of straw fell down, and the director inside the house noticed it, and she was a little angry.
The new student did not obey the rules, so she immediately called other teachers, caught him off the roof, took the straw doll from his hand, and asked him to stand for punishment.
But 108 were from the same mother and had the same spirit, so she punished one of them, and a group of them ran out huffing and puffing. The first one held out his chest, his eyes were cold, and he already had the demeanor of a boss at a young age, "Woman, do you know who we are? Take back what you just said."
It had been a long time since anyone had dared to challenge the principal's authority in the kindergarten. The teachers around him took a deep breath. The principal was different. Even when she was angry, she still smiled warmly.
"Your name is Shapo Dabao, right?"
"Yes. Woman, remember this name, it will become the most profound memory in your life." Shabo Dabao never changed his name when he walked or sat down, and his surname was unyielding.
"Okay, Shabo Dabao, remember to contradict the teacher once." The principal looked at the teacher next to him, motioned for him to write it down, and then said with a smile, "Since your relationship is so good, let's stand together. The time is fifteen minute."
Shapo Dabao still wanted to speak, but he soon found that he couldn't move and couldn't even speak. The same goes for his brothers. After a while, there were 108 "scarecrows" in the school.
Yan Fei and Wen Lan hid in the dark and watched the whole process without making any rash move.
When the principal returned to the classroom with the straw doll, Yan Fei asked in a low voice: "Can you tell the difference?"
"Yes. Although they look similar, there are still subtle differences. It just takes time to correspond one by one." Wen Lan's observation and memory are very strong. Different from Yan Yueming's simple memory, she can discover and Remember all the details, comparable to a body scanner. This is also the most important reason why Yan Fei brought her to Hu Di.
He made a quick decision, "You stay here, find a way to get hired, and keep an eye on them."
There is an important turning point in the plot of SB, which is related to the kindergarten, and the principal is actually one of Tang Qiao's suitors. Here, Don Qiao may be the variable.
Yan Fei had a hunch that this change was crucial, so he decisively let Wen Lan stay. As for him, he glanced at the director's office and decided to play it safe.
At the same time, the crooked building.
In the brightly lit lobby on the first floor,
Yan Yueming sat on a high platform two meters high in the center. They are the only table here,
Looking up, the gold-woven gauze curtain hangs all the way from the fourth floor, covering the six-meter-square high platform. There are wooden railings around the high platform, and outside the railings are surrounded by lotus ponds. Outside the pool is where other guests sit.
The crooked building is very big, so there are a lot of customers, especially the first to fourth floors, which are hollow structures. There are customers on each floor changing glasses, making it very lively.
When Yan Yueming sat down, the guests on the fourth floor drank too much and were leaning against the window, catching the rainwater in their wine glasses and drunkenly reciting poems. It was the song he chanted: "The crooked building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands."
The word crooked and dangerous are exactly the same as each other.
Yan Yueming's eyes returned to the person opposite. Mr. Y, the owner of the crooked building, was a rain man. The senior said that this was one of the reasons why he never walked out of the crooked building, because as long as he walked out, he would definitely get caught in the rain.
This immediately reminded Yan Yueming of the man wearing a raincoat and rain boots that he saw in a roadside convenience store when he first arrived. It was obviously not raining at that time, but he was wet, and there was a handful at the door. Dripping umbrella.
It is worth mentioning that Rain Man’s Rain is not the product of hooligans. The rain they were exposed to was just like real rain in the real world, but because there were only a few people in the rain, there were only a few in the whole Hudi, so this kind of rain was rare.
Mr. Y believes that this kind of rain is unclean. He is not interested in what you tell him about the water cycle or natural science. He only knows that the water in the smelly ditch can also be added to the water cycle, and it will be very unclean.
Yan Yueming said: "But my aunt likes rainy days. She likes to walk in the rain, hold a transparent umbrella, and listen to music on rainy days."
The senior said that this time he could say whatever he thought of and as much as he wanted. So he then asked: "Do you know what music my aunt likes to listen to?"
Mr. Y has deep eye sockets, a high bridge of nose, long brown hair hanging loosely, and a few braids on his temples made of five-colored ropes, giving him a rather exotic look. He is very tall, but his appearance is not rugged, but a bit indistinguishable between male and female.
Faced with Yan Yueming's question, Mr. Y leaned on the soft cushions of his Taishi chair and said, "Water is the source of gold, which means abundant wealth. It doesn't matter if Miss Tang likes rain. She can like any music. I don't restrict her." freedom. As long as she marries me, everything will be easy."
Mr. Y looks quite confident.
Yan Yueming asked sincerely: "But what she likes is the kind of rain you will get caught when you go out. Is Mr. Y willing to walk out of the crooked building for my aunt? My aunt will definitely be very happy."
Mr. Y: "I——"
Yan Yueming: "The Hu land is so big, and there are so many people pursuing my aunt, but only Mr. Y has such a unique condition. Is this also a kind of destiny? It is destined that you will meet my aunt, and it is destined that you will meet my aunt because of it." She walks out from here. Then everyone in Hudi will see that Mr. Y is the most powerful."
When it comes to "destined", Mr. Y's eyes light up. He felt that the eldest nephew's words were really pleasing to the ear, at least more so than the one next to him.
"But I've told my fortune that I'm going to rush into the water and I can't walk into the rain," he said.
"Who counts?" Yan Yueming looked curious.
"Q Tower." Mr. Y winked at Yan Yueming
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"Forget it." Mr. Y didn't hesitate.
"What's the result?" Yan Yueming asked again.
"What do you think? If it's good, so what, if it's not good, so what?" Mr. Y leaned on the armrest and propped his chin with interest.
Although he was smiling, Hu Di's NPCs, who reached the level of Mr. Y, were at least the bosses in the game. Yan Yueming, a fledgling newcomer in the logistics department, firstly did not have the strength to match him, and secondly, he did not have enough experience. When facing him, he was under great pressure.
But that's okay. Yan Yueming encouraged herself in her heart, you won't die if you say something wrong. The senior is sitting next to her. Even if you fail, the crooked building will not collapse. This is Mr. Y’s crooked building. If it collapses, he will be the first to be killed.
Amitabha.
Good, good, good.
Thinking of this, Yan Yueming became sharper again, "If the calculated result is a match made in heaven, it proves that what I just said is right. You are destined. My aunt likes rain, and Mr. Y happens to be the rain man. . But Q Tower also said that Mr. Y was against Yu Feng. Isn’t that contradictory? Either he made a mistake last time, or he made a mistake this time. In short, he made a mistake once, or he did it on purpose. He must be lying to you!"
Mr. Y raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"
Yan Yueming became angry as he spoke, but for the sake of Mr. Y, he decided to hold it down and continue, "If the calculated result is that the horoscopes are incompatible, but Mr. Y, you still decide to pursue my aunt, then it will be a love match." Man can conquer heaven! So you are definitely willing to walk into the rain for my aunt, right? Mr. Y? "
Mr. Y felt something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong. The eldest nephew talked a lot, and every word seemed to be sincere. There had not been such a sincere person in Hu land for many years.
"According to what you say, either Tower Q is lying to me. Or, I have to walk into the rain?" Mr. Y followed his logic again and came to this conclusion.
Yan Yueming didn't speak anymore, but continued to look at him sincerely, at least more sincerely than when he told fortunes in Q Tower. He knows that when facing people like Mr. Y, you can't say too much. You have to say half of it and let him deduce the rest to reach the conclusion he thinks is correct.
But he was lying from the beginning.
My aunt never likes rain because she doesn't like holding an umbrella and finds it cumbersome, and the clothes hanging on the balcony are not easy to dry. Whenever it rains, the most common thing she does is apply facial masks at home, watch TV, and drink wine. Even if Mr. Y is willing to walk into the rain for her, she may not be willing to go out.
But does Mr. Y know? He didn't know, he just felt something was wrong.
"Why doesn't Boss Li speak?" Mr. Y changed the subject and pointed the finger at Li Zheng again. Li Zheng played with the white jade wine glass in his hand, raised his eyelids, and blocked him back with an understatement.
"I listen to him."
At this time, the TV hanging on the wall happened to be broadcasting Hu Di news again.
Yan Yueming has discovered that every household in Hudi seems to have a TV, and every NPC can contribute ratings to Hudi TV station, and Wailou is no exception. There are TVs hanging on every wall in the lobby on the first floor, and every channel on the TV belongs to Hudi TV Station.
The person who appeared on the TV was the youngest Meng Pinghai. He had just joined the job a few hours ago. A few hours later, he had already appeared on the screen. This speed was comparable to the plot twists of the Shabo family.
Yan Yueming was a little surprised, and after hearing what Lao San reported, he didn't know what to say.
"According to this station's report, an appalling incident of malicious reincarnation occurred at the Hudi Crematorium. At 17:09 this afternoon, the staff of the crematorium found a man in the No. 4 reincarnation furnace. After investigation, the man's name was Shapo E. , 25 years old, was knocked unconscious and stuffed into the reincarnation furnace..."
Mr. Y's attention was also attracted, "Even Shapo E had an accident? Interesting."
Yan Yueming felt so guilty that her eyes began to dodge. The third child continued to report, "...It is reported that the man has successfully reincarnated into a pink pig and escaped from the crematorium. Ms. Shapo C is now offering a huge reward. Anyone who finds the escaped pig will receive five million in cash. .”
Yan Yueming: "!!"
Meng Pinghai: "This station would like to remind all viewers, please note: this is a live piglet, not a roasted suckling pig. Please be sure to restrain your appetite and don't be greedy for small things."!
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