This, this, this...why are there teacher's posters? !
Zhang Ming was really confused this time!
Looking at the exquisite appearance on the poster, he was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his throat!
He was trapped on a desert island for half a year, living a primitive life without electricity, mobile phones, or TV every day. When he was about to forget what a woman looked like, he actually picked up a poster of his teacher?
Zhang Ming was really shocked, and he almost suspected that he had fallen into the Truman world!
Wait, there is another piece of paper in the bottle...
With stiff fingers, he took out the letter in the drift bottle and read it carefully.
"Hey, brother, my name is Wang Fumin, an ordinary driver in Yunhai City."
"The drift bottle you picked up is a supernatural object."
"Its owner is me, and the recipient of it is you. That's right, it's you. Don't doubt it."
"You just need to put the bottle back into the sea, and it will be delivered to me again. No matter how far away it is, no matter where the world is, it will be delivered. It's incredible. It may take a little long, but it will definitely happen. Sent."
"I will send you another letter after you send it back. If you need anything, just ask. You're welcome!"
"The man next to me is my good friend Lu Tuyu, your super fan. He fights for you on the Internet every day, fighting against the Yin and Yang people. My second brother is invincible in the world!"
"He said he wanted to send you some photos of the teacher to relieve your worries. Are you satisfied with this little gift? You're welcome. If you have any requests, feel free to ask!"
"How is your life lately? How is your mood? Have you encountered any difficulties? Live bravely and strongly, not only for yourself and your loved ones, but also for all of us."
"In the Supernatural Era, everyone's life was not very good, the unemployment rate was high, and many families had lost their loved ones. But the times are like this. Even if you have complaints, you can't vent them. You can't blame others, you can only blame the damn God."
"Everyone's biggest expectation is to see how your life is going."
"If we get better day by day and can survive the difficulties, it will give us a little inexplicable confidence."
"It doesn't seem polite to ask too much of you. After all, life on a desert island can be very difficult. If you want our help with anything, just say it and we will do whatever we can!"
"Oh, by the way, if you want to be happy, don't hit the beach. The mirage in the sky will reflect the scene on the beach. People across the country are paying attention to your movements every day."
"Some lunatics want you to die. Of course, more people want you to live well."
"If you are really bored or lonely, you can go for a walk on the beach. People all over the country are watching you, and maybe your parents are watching too."
"There are some antibiotics stuffed in the bottle. If you need anything next time, you can tell me."
"I wish you good health and all the best, Wang Fumin."
The payment date was seven months ago.
In other words, it took this drifting bottle more than half a year to slowly find itself!
Zhang Ming read it several times in a row, his head was hot and his heartbeat was constantly racing.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't read the words on the letter clearly, so he took a few deep breaths and wiped his blurred eyes.
Then, Zhang Ming sat blankly on the beach, watching the sun gradually go down, watching the turtles swimming around, and watching the tide rising in waves, slowly submerging his ankles.
He once thought that he had adapted to the current life, occasionally complaining, occasionally talking to himself, and occasionally quarreling with Shimama like primary school students.
But in fact, there is no...
Where is it possible to get used to it?
He will always miss his rental house. Although it is only about ten square meters, it can still accommodate his small happiness of sleeping peacefully for a weekend; he will miss his gay friends on the Internet, even if he always feels that he is not enough. Abnormal and out of place, but we can still laugh together when we are bored.
I miss my past life, my first girlfriend I broke up with, my past regrets, and those people I missed.
I miss the laughter in happy times, the pretense of strength in the darkest moments, the lies and escape...
In the end, who became me?
Who have I become?
Now there is nothing left, I can only be me.
There was only a black stone left, rolling around obscenely in front of my eyes, and defying the law of gravity, it stuck to the poster and shouted: "My first love girlfriend! My first love girlfriend! My first love girlfriend!"
"Don't fucking just say it's your first girlfriend when you see a girl... If you want to know who she is, just give her a hundred secrets in exchange!" Zhang Ming threw it away viciously.
Shimama was twitching there like a ghost, seeming to be wondering whether the big deal of "One Hundred Secrets" was too expensive?
Then I heard Lao Zhang reciting poetry when he was a great writer there: "Time is really like flowing water, day and night. Thousands of years later, I will become history. Ten thousand years later, who will remember me."
Shimama, who originally wanted to read it again, was stunned. She liked to listen to Lao Zhang lamenting about life, and then secretly recorded the famous quotes.
"After ten thousand years, who will remember..."
But Zhang Ming pointed at it and said loudly: "Only this damn repeater has survived in history for a long time, recording my existence. What a tragic thing."
Shimama was even more stunned. Whose life was she lamenting?
However, Zhang Ming was in a good mood. So many compatriots he didn't know were caring about him and even sent him a letter.
Especially the appearance of this strange floating bottle means that he has another way of communicating with human civilization... Even if it takes more than half a year to send it, and it takes more than a year to go back and forth, it is still a way of communication. !
"I will definitely send back some gifts to all mankind!" Zhang Ming shouted at the boundless ocean.
The repeater heard this voice and quickly repeated it, for fear of missing every opportunity to fart: "I will definitely give back some gifts to all mankind!"
It was getting late, Zhang Ming picked up Shimama and returned to the camp to rest. The firewood rose, slightly dispersing the surrounding darkness.
He wanted to write a reply.
The gray-white memory photos flashed through my mind, as if there were countless things I wanted to say to my compatriots, but no way to start.
I didn't bother to cook dinner, so I just ate some meat to finish my work.
Zhang Ming read the letter dozens of times in a row. The thin paper seemed to have magic power, and he almost memorized it.
Looking at the teacher's poster again, I felt inexplicably ready to move.
He hadn't seen a human being for a long, long time, and suddenly a few women appeared, even if they were just photos, but...
"On that sunset afternoon, I said to her, can she bury her head in your yellow sweater. I like your yellow sweater very much! She said shyly, no..." Shimama's obscenity The mean nature showed up again, and the old voice was trembling.
The nature of the repeater is evil. It must have its own thinking. After learning human language, it becomes more and more mean.
Zhang Ming took the teacher's photo and glanced at the spiritual value.
[Spirit value: 42/200] (You are tempted by something, and you can’t wait to enter a corrupt world!!)
"If you read it again, I will never tell that story again!"
Shimama immediately closed her mouth.
Shimama began to read the electromagnetic waves in the air: "Hello everyone, listeners, I am Li Xianfeng, and I will bring you first-hand news today."
The evil degenerate Zhang Ming quickly zipped up the tent and allowed Shimama to play the recording outside: "The first phase of Daxia's defense deployment...the 20 million militia team has begun..."
"The four oceans are occupied by mysterious zones, and the proportion of people with super powers on the earth continues to rise..."
"Don't disturb me, I want to be alone today! Go to the turtles!" Zhang Ming yelled in the tent.
Shimama rolled away "Gululu".
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That night, Zhang Ming wrote a reply with excitement.
He really wanted to write this letter with great literary talent and turn it into a perfect composition. This wonderful feeling is like going back to the youthful days when I climbed over the wall to play games in Internet cafes. The moment I turned on the computer, I felt anxious, expectant, excited, uneasy, and even a little bit worried...
Simply put, people have gone crazy because they haven’t socialized for a long time!
I wrote several versions in a row before I came up with content that was barely satisfactory.
"Hello, Mr. Wang Fumin."
"I, Zhang Ming, am trapped on an island. The goods are genuine."
"Is there a mirage in the sky broadcasting me live... No wonder I feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy deep in my heart as soon as I approach the beach."
"Based on past information, I have some guesses in my mind. Fortunately, I haven't done anything embarrassing."
"It should be the so-called 'Earth Gaia Consciousness' that is paying attention to me. It seems that it attaches great importance to me. Maybe my utilization value is relatively high. Haha, it is also a good thing. It doesn't matter if the world pays attention to it. It gave me a little bit of psychological comfort, at least I knew someone was still thinking about me."
"The world is changing so fast. Both you and I have begun to accept this sudden supernatural era. A year ago, we might not have been able to imagine the drastic changes in the world. A year later, both you and I will Trying to adapt to this era, struggling to survive in the larger world.”
"Seven months have passed since the bottle was thrown, which means it takes 14 months to go back and forth. I really hope it can be delivered faster, so that the letter can be sent faster."
"A lot has happened in the past six months, and I have become a lot stronger."
"Yunhai City is also the city where I used to live. It has changed a lot now. I wonder if the recent earthquakes are still so severe? Has the population started to relocate?"
Zhang Ming paused and continued to write in the letter: "My life here is so-so. A bit monotonous, but also extremely simple, no different from primitive people."
"However, there are a group of sea turtles accompanying us on the island, and there are also remains of alien civilizations to be excavated, which adds a lot of interest to ordinary life."
"I hope you can send some crop seeds in the drift bottle next time. I want to grow some plants here and eat some vegetables from my hometown."
"As for the risk on an isolated island, as long as it's not close to the center, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"I'm not so vulnerable now."
"I have been doing a very interesting thing recently, excavating the heritage of ancient civilizations and gaining supernatural knowledge. The probability of success is not small. If the mirage still exists, you should be able to see with your own eyes what I am doing; if the mirage still exists, Even if you are gone, I will send this important information back in a letter."
"It would be even better if you could express condolences to my relatives. My parents' address is... and their names are..."
"If possible, please convey to me that I am doing well now and I will be able to come back one day."
"Thank you to so many people who care about me. I will definitely live well!"
"Zhang Ming, leave a message. Day *month*, 20**."
Thousands of words are held in my heart, as if nothing can be expressed.
Zhang Ming always felt that this version of the letter was just unsatisfactory, and he was eager to write a new version.
For example, he wanted to send back the "breathing technique" that everyone could practice, and Li Xianfeng from the province kept hinting at it.
But his current supernatural knowledge is still too poor. Whether it is the ultimate version of "Xuanwu Breathing Technique" or the simple version of "Flaming Horn Breathing Technique", he cannot describe the changes in human language. All the answers are too abstract and contain too much information. Human language cannot even describe the complete content.
Zhang Ming does not know the "spiritual language" that can trigger human hallucinations. There's no way there's a Flame Horned Stone tied to the back of that little drifting bottle, so take it back with you (it will sound an alarm if it's overloaded).
In the end, he suppressed the complicated mood: "That's it, it's almost done."
After stuffing a piece of letter paper, there is still a little space inside the bottle.
Zhang Ming thought for a while and added a few words on the letter: "I will give you some dried crab meat, which can be used to activate super powers after eating."
"I heard on the radio that the probability is only one in ten, which is not high."
"If you don't need it, you can sell it for money."
The meat of the golden electric eel was not given, not because of reluctance, but because the spirit contained in it was too high, and ordinary people would have big problems if they ate it.
Crab meat...just right.
In fact, Zhang Ming wanted to give some more crab meat to his relatives.
But you can only stuff so much into the drift bottle. If you ask others to do a little favor, you have to pay some favors first.
As long as the bottle can be passed on, it will eventually be the turn of the loved ones.
In addition, as long as you can create a real "human breathing technique", there is no need to activate super powers. Most people's abilities are actually very poor.
Just like that, I tightened the bottle cap and threw it gently, and the drift bottle drew a wonderful arc in the air.
The waves rolled up, and the yellow-brown bottle suddenly disappeared from Zhang Ming's eyes.
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(PS: Because it will be on the shelves at 12 noon tomorrow, today’s content will be updated earlier. Two in one!)
