Mo Cong feels that something is wrong these days. Maybe the cold air from Siberia is too fierce. Maybe the lack of ventilation in winter leads to a bit of depression. Anyway, it's not mainstream everywhere.

For example, Xiaojin suddenly cut her hair short, wiped away the cloud shrouded face, and went to school with a schoolbag on her back. Make their class had been desperate class teacher, for their education of a stone in the pit as stubborn do not learn elements and cry.

Another example is that the people on the opposite side seem to have gone secretive overnight. The original state of looking up but not looking down is gone, but the neighbors can hardly meet one or two sides in a week. Occasionally, they do not have the familiar and casual banter in the past. Most of them nod their heads and pass by.

And the feeling of being peeped at, which he had been used to for a long time, suddenly disappeared.

Just like the whole world has decided, in the new year of the millennium, a new face has been changed.

When he passed the nearby high school, he found that the teaching director was shouting at the top of his voice: there will be a new atmosphere in the new year. I don't know why. He finds this new atmosphere which seems to be developing steadily very annoying.

Not long after new year's day, it's winter vacation. Xiaojin abnormally stays at home to study. Mo Cong finds exercise books on her desk. However, Anjie seems to have completely forgotten that he still has to take the college entrance examination. Although it is said that his teachers of various courses have repeatedly asked him to work, he still refuses any tutorial class "in his own private time". As soon as I had a holiday, I packed my bags and traveled with them. He didn't worry. He left a pair of keys in Xiaoyu's house and told her that she could go and read books at any time.

The fourth brother took over all of Cao Bing's things, including Cao Bing's popularity, and Cao Bing's prosperity... Even the serious business that the fourth brother had on hand doubled with the arrival of the Spring Festival purchasing peak. At the beginning, Xu Laosi always made people feel a little bit polite and despicable, but now the situation has changed, and people's temperament seems to be different from each other.

The bridge of the nose is still the pair of glasses, but the eyes behind the lenses are more powerful. The result of Mo's busy work is to feed Xu Laosi and Chen Fugui's purse. Naturally, he gets a lot of benefits, but... As an "ordinary college student", he can't use it.

Mo Cong doesn't care about these. What he cares about is that the fourth brother is more and more powerful and has more and more solid foundation.

Money is nothing and interests are nothing. His life is not short of these. His ultimate goal is Zhai laopao. Mo Cong sometimes thinks that even if Zhai laopao doesn't get out those Yao moths who kill people with a knife, he will find Zhai laopao one day.

Because there can only be one number one person in Beijing, Zhai Haidong is old and disabled. He has occupied this son for too long, so it's time for the emperor to take turns. At the beginning, how wise and powerful, that was the original thing... Now, it's not that year. We should have self-knowledge. Since we are hooligans, we don't have to follow the so-called seniority stereotypes in society.

In this world, all walks of life should keep pace with the times and make innovations.

Mo Cong always estimates the strength of himself and Zhai laopao, and stares at the position of the blind and disabled lion.

It's some kind of crazy ambition.

Some sages said that if God wants people to be destroyed, he must first make people crazy. It's too good to say that, but it's a pity that real lunatics turn a deaf ear to it.

Xu Laosi is in such a good feeling that he is like a salted fish turning over and his daughter-in-law becoming a mother-in-law for decades. He still doesn't understand the truth that jackals have jackal's way of working. Even if they are groomed, they can't do the job of king of the forest.

It's just like this day - it's only five years old, and the flavor of dumplings hasn't dissipated from the esophagus. Xu Laosi is talking about a business with some Russian big noses introduced by Chen Fugui. They are tall and big with the same breath of Desperado; A persimmon face with black skin and yellow skin; There are also a few cargo carriers.

He didn't bring black clothes. After all, black clothes are his secret weapon, and the exposure rate is too high.

Russian people can drink this, Xu Laosi finally personally realized, how strong vodka people drink is like pouring soda, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, he knows how much weight he has, and he doesn't accompany or not, and he doesn't drink it muddledly.

But it turns out that the Chinese aborigines are really a little acclimatized to the polar bears' foreign wine. After checking the goods, he collected them and paid for them. Then he gasped and said he was embarrassed to go to the bathroom.

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Xu Laosi pulled up his pants and shook his head in the bathroom. He felt good about himself. At least he was more conscious than he had just been. He came to the wash basin with an irregular walking route. His cerebellum hadn't returned from the state of five mysteries and three ways. He washed his face in the pool before he had to raise his head, But suddenly found himself on the back of the head with a let a person feel not so harmonious things.

Xu Laosi was sweating. He drank vodka from his pores and woke up as soon as his scalp exploded. He straightened up with fear. The mirror faithfully reflected the persimmon face of the man behind him. Although the persimmon face of friendship guest translator is a bit shabby, it's not frightening. What's frightening is the p7m13 in his hand.

Looking at Xu Laosi's throat sliding for a while, the persimmon face gave a gloomy smile, and said in the tone of that classic "broken throat" line: "fourth brother, your brothers are all resting now, don't worry."

Xu's eyes rolled around, trying to keep his knees from trembling, and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "you... Russian devils..."

Persimmon face thrust the muzzle of the gun on his head: "when I came here, people told me that the fourth brother was a wine sack, but I looked down on him." After a pause, he added, "in my opinion, the fourth brother is a high-level, intelligent wine sack."

He twisted Xu Laosi's arm and moved the muzzle of the gun down to his back: "I'm sorry, I've been entrusted. No matter how advanced you are, you have to go with me."

Why Qu Yuan was defeated by the king of Chu, why Marquis Wu was frustrated by his later master... In ancient times, all good officials did not meet the indignation of the Ming emperor. Perhaps in the near future, Mo Cong, who always has a strong interest in history, will have a more personal experience.

Maybe this story is to tell us that the paper must be shallow, and we must practice it.

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Anjie only came back after more than half a month's walk. In fact, he didn't go far, and he didn't leave Hebei Province. Along the nearly abandoned railway, the once famous Jingbao railway line, all the way north from Beijing.

Winter is not a popular tourist season, there are not so many beautiful scenery, especially in this ancient Yanzhao. But you can always see the unexpected.

It is said that in ancient times, Yanzhao was known as a man of elegy. When he passed by the foot of Yanshan Mountains, he realized the connotation of this place. Compared with the south, the mountains here are neither high nor steep, but their gray and bare huge rocks have the ability to make people sad.

Dead branches come out of the cracks in the stones, or wait alone, near the simple graves that can be seen everywhere in the mountain village. Crows either stop quietly, or soar to the sky and cry. The jagged rocks hard across the north wind, as if forced to send out some kind of sad and indignant whimper.

There are also those dilapidated houses... The ancient city of Sifang, which is surrounded by the city walls, where the bricks are no longer there, but the Loess remains.

According to legend, the old remains of the stone statues of Mu Guiying's dianjiangtai and Yang LIULANG are not the dilapidated ancient Great Wall developed by the tourism industry, which was once the place where the wolf smoke rose——

Anjie had never been to a similar place before. In class, when I read an ancient poem describing the frontier fortress, I made such a decision temporarily. He suddenly understood the meaning of "no man is not a hero until he reaches the Great Wall". The Great Wall should not refer to the small section of Beijing suburb that is full of Chinese and foreign tourists, the place where one has to stop for a long time in the peak tourist season, but should be the remnant body with sword scars in the wilderness.

It's a path that a man has to take at least once in his life.

As soon as we get out of the pass, the cold air from the North disappears from the mountain barrier and becomes more and more unscrupulous. Especially when there is wind, people in the Central Plains may not be able to imagine that kind of cold, not overcast, not cold... But that kind of cold, which seems to hurt the breathing apparatus officer if they inhale it.

The last place where Anjie stayed was Bashang grassland. Then he felt that it was almost time for him to go back. Suddenly, he was a little worried about the little daughters of the twins of the Mo family, especially Mo Jin, who was in a bad mood. This feeling of concern seemed to be a long time ago.

When he got home, it was completely dark. Anjie was carrying simple luggage, wearing ragged and dirty clothes, and his feet were slightly lame. Of course, there was nothing to say about his young physical fitness, but obviously the hardware didn't support him to walk so far all at once, and there were a lot of blisters under his feet.

Because of the pain in his feet, he didn't go to the gate and took a shortcut. The so-called shortcut is a place beside the community where there shouldn't be a door. Because of the disrepair, he opened a small opening and didn't collect money from the property. The opening has not been made well.

This place is close to a small alley. There are no street lights. It's very dark at night. Anjie used to walk slowly in with headphones in one ear, but suddenly stopped.

He slowly pulled the earphone out of his ear, took out the mobile phone, lit the screen, and looked under his feet - there was a pool of dark red liquid, which was not dry. Then Anjie slowly raised the mobile phone, following the traces of the liquid

There was a man leaning against the corner of the deserted wall. His head was tilted to one side. The hem of his coat swept out a large trail of blood. The faint light hit the man's face. Anjie held his breath for a moment——

Don't rush.

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By the way, I miss the Jingbao line that I haven't been through for many years~~

Looking up at the sky with 45 degrees of melancholy, how many people secretly hope that the rescue of little Mozi's children's shoes will be ineffective?

Life~~~