In midsummer, cicadas outside the window are hustle and sunshine is dazzling.
In the living room, there was "Cat Chasing the Mouse" in the square black and white TV. The vertical electric fan next to it shook his head quackly. The warm wind blew across Orange's cheeks from time to time. The sweat on her body was dry and dry, and her skin was sticky.
Five-year-old orange, wearing a cool vest and shorts, was barefoot, with knees bent, lying on a cool rattan chair with a small wooden sign in her mouth. Five minutes ago, it was still a complete mung bean popsicle.
She was holding a black and white screen game console in both hands and was playing Tetris attentively.
Soon, the blocks piled up the window in a mess, and were about to touch the top.
Orange, pouted off the small wooden sign in his mouth and shouted loudly: Dad!Dad, come, I'm going to die, come and save me...
In the past, dad would immediately walk out of the study, snatch his daughter's handheld machine, turn the tide, bring back the dead, and then rub his daughter's head proudly and ask: Dad is amazing!
But this time, there was no movement in the study.
Orange couldn't wait, pressed the pause button, jumped off the rattan chair quickly, and rushed into the study barefoot.
The study room is not big, with a small bookshelves filled with professional books on architectural design.
In front of the window is a tall and thick design table with neat design drawings, various rulers and painting tools. My father is designing a library recently, and the design drawings are only half drawn.
My father is not in the study. It’s strange that he was still in Ah just now, why did he suddenly disappear?
Canned food suddenly felt a little panicked, and she shouted anxiously: Dad!Where are you, Dad?
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door.
The canned food was on its side. It was Dad. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and slippers, standing at the door, covered with wounds and blood, and his glasses were broken into spider webs, blocking the eyes behind him.
dad!Canned food is surprised and scared, you, you are bleeding...
orange.The man had no expression on his face and his voice was cold: Dad is leaving.
where are you going?can.
Dad is leaving.The man repeated it and turned around.
No!Don't leave!Dad, don't throw me away... I threw away the canned game console, quickly chased after me, and grabbed my father's hand.
……
Don't leave!
Can shouted, woke up from his dream, subconsciously grasping something.
Canned breathing was rapid, and his blurred vision was gradually focusing. It was morning, in the bright bedroom, Gao Yang was squatting beside the bed, Canned grabbed Gao Yang's hand tightly.
Ah！
The canned food quickly loosened, and for a moment it was extremely embarrassing: Team, Captain, why are you here?
Just as you were about to wake you up, you suddenly shouted and grabbed me.Gao Yang was also a little embarrassed, so he joked and said: That's good, Ah, quite alert.
Ho, hoho.
Can scratched her hair and sat up from the bed. She had just woken up and her face was swollen. She lowered her head and did not dare to look directly at Gao Yang: Captain, is there a task?
Well, please ask you if you have something to do.Gao Yang hesitated: But...
It's okay, I'm not afraid of danger.The canned food said, Captain, I will definitely complete the task successfully.
I trust you.Gao Yang nodded with a smile: You can definitely finish it.
……
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dongyu District, Qiushan Community.
Another name of Qiushan is Licheng New Cemetery.
The community is separated by a road and a small river, and opposite is a wide low hill with dense and neatly planned graves.
The heads of other communities can get up and open the curtains every day to enjoy the bustling city or the beautiful river view. However, the heads of Qiushan Community, the first person to see a grave mountain when they wake up every day, and it is difficult to get better. Therefore, it is difficult to get better in the housing prices in this community.
The owners who bought this place regretted it and suffered from the difficulty of replacing the deal, so they had to rent it out.
Over time, Qiushan Community has become a cheap rental community and a gathering place for low-income people.
Therefore, when a black business car worth one million was parked at the entrance of the community, it still attracted a lot of people's attention.
The car door opened and a man walked out.
He was wearing a black suit, a black top hat, black gloves, black sunglasses and a white mask, covering himself tightly, full of mystery.
Zhong He got out of the car. He was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a large warm-colored sweater, khaki casual pants and white shoes, a baseball cap, tilted shoulders, inserted into a bag with one hand, and a bag of gifts in the other hand.
The last person to get off the car was a man in a blue suit.
He is in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, not tall, not short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor handsome. Although he is mediocre, his overall temperament is naturally harmonious.
He wore a pair of dark brown glasses, which inexplicably gave people a kind and reliable feeling, and he also held a wrapped gift in his hand.
His name is Yokogi, a man from the Coptis chinensis group, a talented negotiation expert, serial number 174, and a knowledge department.
After all, three awakened people gathered together, but they did not have the mark of the lost people. They dared not stay for a long time and quickly walked into a building in the community and entered the elevator.
The elevator slowly rose, and Coptis asked: What did you bring in the meeting gift?
Zhong He leaned on the elevator wall with his shoulders, and was narcissistically admiring his handsome face in the elevator mirror. He touched his chin with one hand and spoke casually: A cigarette, a bottle of wine, you can't make a mistake.
I bought a book.Yokogi's voice is also uncharacteristic, but it makes people feel comfortable: Since he is a writer, he should like it.
Oh, you believe this too.Zhong He spoke sarcasticly: An unemployed vagrant in his thirties would probably say that he is a writer.
Zhong He.Huang Lian was helpless: We were here to pull him into the gang, not to make enemies with him. Don’t talk later, leave it to Hengmu.
Zhong He smiled crookedly and made an OK gesture.
bite
18F arrived, and the three of them walked out of the elevator and arrived at 1801.
Huang Lian rang the doorbell and found that the doorbell was broken.
He knocked on the door politely, but there was no response inside.
Coptis chinensis was very patient and repeated seven or eight times.
The door is open.
A middle-aged man stood behind the door, wearing a washed-out blue T-shirt and shorts, with a beer belly but his limbs were slender.
His hair is greasy and messy as a chicken coop, his face is dull and haggard, and he has many marks of acne. His eye sockets are very deep, but his eyeballs are very protruding, and the whites of his eyes are full of blood. He feels like he is about to explode in the next second.
May I ask, is it Mr. Gregor?Coptis asked politely.
Which organization do you belong to?The man named Gregor is very impatient.
I am Huang Lian, the leader of the 6th group of Baichuan Group.
Haven't your people been here?Gregor is getting more and more upset. Are you upset every day?
Hello, Teacher Ge.Yoko smiled: I heard that you are a well-known writer. I used to love writing novels, but unfortunately I didn’t have much talent, so I gave up.
Gregor's expression calmed down a little.
If I guess correctly, the pseudonym "Gregor" should be the protagonist in Kakaka's "Changes".Yokogi said, and hurriedly handed the gift in his hand: This is the latest version of "The Legend of Kakaka", which is given to you as a meeting gift.
Greg Gao still felt a little disgusted on his face, but his hand took Hengmu's gift: Come in and say, don't change your shoes.
In the living room, there was "Cat Chasing the Mouse" in the square black and white TV. The vertical electric fan next to it shook his head quackly. The warm wind blew across Orange's cheeks from time to time. The sweat on her body was dry and dry, and her skin was sticky.
Five-year-old orange, wearing a cool vest and shorts, was barefoot, with knees bent, lying on a cool rattan chair with a small wooden sign in her mouth. Five minutes ago, it was still a complete mung bean popsicle.
She was holding a black and white screen game console in both hands and was playing Tetris attentively.
Soon, the blocks piled up the window in a mess, and were about to touch the top.
Orange, pouted off the small wooden sign in his mouth and shouted loudly: Dad!Dad, come, I'm going to die, come and save me...
In the past, dad would immediately walk out of the study, snatch his daughter's handheld machine, turn the tide, bring back the dead, and then rub his daughter's head proudly and ask: Dad is amazing!
But this time, there was no movement in the study.
Orange couldn't wait, pressed the pause button, jumped off the rattan chair quickly, and rushed into the study barefoot.
The study room is not big, with a small bookshelves filled with professional books on architectural design.
In front of the window is a tall and thick design table with neat design drawings, various rulers and painting tools. My father is designing a library recently, and the design drawings are only half drawn.
My father is not in the study. It’s strange that he was still in Ah just now, why did he suddenly disappear?
Canned food suddenly felt a little panicked, and she shouted anxiously: Dad!Where are you, Dad?
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door.
The canned food was on its side. It was Dad. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and slippers, standing at the door, covered with wounds and blood, and his glasses were broken into spider webs, blocking the eyes behind him.
dad!Canned food is surprised and scared, you, you are bleeding...
orange.The man had no expression on his face and his voice was cold: Dad is leaving.
where are you going?can.
Dad is leaving.The man repeated it and turned around.
No!Don't leave!Dad, don't throw me away... I threw away the canned game console, quickly chased after me, and grabbed my father's hand.
……
Don't leave!
Can shouted, woke up from his dream, subconsciously grasping something.
Canned breathing was rapid, and his blurred vision was gradually focusing. It was morning, in the bright bedroom, Gao Yang was squatting beside the bed, Canned grabbed Gao Yang's hand tightly.
Ah！
The canned food quickly loosened, and for a moment it was extremely embarrassing: Team, Captain, why are you here?
Just as you were about to wake you up, you suddenly shouted and grabbed me.Gao Yang was also a little embarrassed, so he joked and said: That's good, Ah, quite alert.
Ho, hoho.
Can scratched her hair and sat up from the bed. She had just woken up and her face was swollen. She lowered her head and did not dare to look directly at Gao Yang: Captain, is there a task?
Well, please ask you if you have something to do.Gao Yang hesitated: But...
It's okay, I'm not afraid of danger.The canned food said, Captain, I will definitely complete the task successfully.
I trust you.Gao Yang nodded with a smile: You can definitely finish it.
……
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dongyu District, Qiushan Community.
Another name of Qiushan is Licheng New Cemetery.
The community is separated by a road and a small river, and opposite is a wide low hill with dense and neatly planned graves.
The heads of other communities can get up and open the curtains every day to enjoy the bustling city or the beautiful river view. However, the heads of Qiushan Community, the first person to see a grave mountain when they wake up every day, and it is difficult to get better. Therefore, it is difficult to get better in the housing prices in this community.
The owners who bought this place regretted it and suffered from the difficulty of replacing the deal, so they had to rent it out.
Over time, Qiushan Community has become a cheap rental community and a gathering place for low-income people.
Therefore, when a black business car worth one million was parked at the entrance of the community, it still attracted a lot of people's attention.
The car door opened and a man walked out.
He was wearing a black suit, a black top hat, black gloves, black sunglasses and a white mask, covering himself tightly, full of mystery.
Zhong He got out of the car. He was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a large warm-colored sweater, khaki casual pants and white shoes, a baseball cap, tilted shoulders, inserted into a bag with one hand, and a bag of gifts in the other hand.
The last person to get off the car was a man in a blue suit.
He is in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, not tall, not short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor handsome. Although he is mediocre, his overall temperament is naturally harmonious.
He wore a pair of dark brown glasses, which inexplicably gave people a kind and reliable feeling, and he also held a wrapped gift in his hand.
His name is Yokogi, a man from the Coptis chinensis group, a talented negotiation expert, serial number 174, and a knowledge department.
After all, three awakened people gathered together, but they did not have the mark of the lost people. They dared not stay for a long time and quickly walked into a building in the community and entered the elevator.
The elevator slowly rose, and Coptis asked: What did you bring in the meeting gift?
Zhong He leaned on the elevator wall with his shoulders, and was narcissistically admiring his handsome face in the elevator mirror. He touched his chin with one hand and spoke casually: A cigarette, a bottle of wine, you can't make a mistake.
I bought a book.Yokogi's voice is also uncharacteristic, but it makes people feel comfortable: Since he is a writer, he should like it.
Oh, you believe this too.Zhong He spoke sarcasticly: An unemployed vagrant in his thirties would probably say that he is a writer.
Zhong He.Huang Lian was helpless: We were here to pull him into the gang, not to make enemies with him. Don’t talk later, leave it to Hengmu.
Zhong He smiled crookedly and made an OK gesture.
bite
18F arrived, and the three of them walked out of the elevator and arrived at 1801.
Huang Lian rang the doorbell and found that the doorbell was broken.
He knocked on the door politely, but there was no response inside.
Coptis chinensis was very patient and repeated seven or eight times.
The door is open.
A middle-aged man stood behind the door, wearing a washed-out blue T-shirt and shorts, with a beer belly but his limbs were slender.
His hair is greasy and messy as a chicken coop, his face is dull and haggard, and he has many marks of acne. His eye sockets are very deep, but his eyeballs are very protruding, and the whites of his eyes are full of blood. He feels like he is about to explode in the next second.
May I ask, is it Mr. Gregor?Coptis asked politely.
Which organization do you belong to?The man named Gregor is very impatient.
I am Huang Lian, the leader of the 6th group of Baichuan Group.
Haven't your people been here?Gregor is getting more and more upset. Are you upset every day?
Hello, Teacher Ge.Yoko smiled: I heard that you are a well-known writer. I used to love writing novels, but unfortunately I didn’t have much talent, so I gave up.
Gregor's expression calmed down a little.
If I guess correctly, the pseudonym "Gregor" should be the protagonist in Kakaka's "Changes".Yokogi said, and hurriedly handed the gift in his hand: This is the latest version of "The Legend of Kakaka", which is given to you as a meeting gift.
Greg Gao still felt a little disgusted on his face, but his hand took Hengmu's gift: Come in and say, don't change your shoes.
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