Lin Ning was awakened by a dream.

In the dream, he was locked in a cage, pushed around by the two people he knew best, until he was finally thrown into the sea.

The strangeness on his body made Lin Ning, who had just gotten up, shrink back. Gripping the quilt tightly, covering himself in the quilt, the pictures in and out of the dream kept alternating in his mind.

Rushed into the bathroom like crazy. Lin Ning buried his face in the water.

Lin Ning in the mirror was extremely embarrassed, the catwalk model had long since disappeared, but fortunately, the corset underwear and stockings were still there.

Lin Ning walked out of the bathroom with some trepidation, not understanding why he slept so heavily last night.

Water fell down the ends of her hair on the carpet, and the white letter paper on the tea table in the small living room was particularly glaring.

Lin Ning was afraid, he was afraid that his secret was written on that piece of paper, even if Tony didn't mind.

"Scared? Xiaohui helped you take off your clothes. You're so light, two dumbbells weigh so much. Anyway, isn't it troublesome to wear stockings in underwear to go to the toilet? We flew to Wan Island at 7 o'clock in the morning, so I will say good morning to you in advance. Big baby, don't be so tired, just be happy. Good morning. ”

"The words are ugly. ”

Folding the letter paper and putting it in the bag, Lin Ning let out a sigh of relief, sent a WeChat message to Tony, and then turned around and went into the bathroom.

My hair was blowing for a long time, and when I came out, the sun was shining warmly.

A new pair of stockings, a new pair of underwear, a nightdress, and high heels. Lin Ning curled up on the lazy sofa in the corner in front of the window, squinting slightly.

There is still a question mark behind the punch-in of the Bund in the mission, which is obviously unsuccessful.

Lin Ning pondered for a long time, but he couldn't find what the problem was.

Swiping his phone aimlessly, Tony's Weibo has a new one.

Xiaohui helped Tony take a photo with herself last night. The background is the night view of the opposite bank, and I am smiling sweetly in the photo.

The content is "Successful check-in with the big baby on the Bund." ”

There are a lot of likes, but few retweets. The middle-aged and elderly people in Xijing have all praised it. The comments are similar, Lin Ning flipped through them, probably because the big baby is really beautiful, Tony's face is really big, and so on.

Tony's Weibo gave Lin Ning inspiration, and with the idea of trying it, Lin Ning clicked on Boss Lin. posted the first Weibo.

The photo is the same as Tony's, and the content is to punch in. Click to publish.

Sure enough, the Bund was completed.

Lin Ning waved his fist excitedly, almost rolling off the lazy sofa, laughing like a fool.

There are many old streets of western-style houses in Shanghai. Lin Ning rarely wore old clothes.

The sleeves of the silk shirt were rolled up above the elbows, the hem was tucked into the jeans, and the back pocket of the pale blue jeans had a small red mobile phone leaking out. Lin Ning, who had his thumb in his pocket, walked happily through the old street full of camphor and sycamores.

With a simple ponytail, no expensive decorations, no bags, no sunglasses, no masks, and there are not so many people taking pictures of themselves.

The old days of tasking for the sake of the task are fed up and tired. There is no choice for the task, but how to do it, Lin Ning has to decide by himself.

After buying an ice cream at the convenience store, Lin Ning glanced at the navigation on his mobile phone, and walked towards the Oriental Pearl Tower while eating.

Most of the people around me are in a hurry, and it seems that they have endless work and endless roads. There are bustling crowds at every bus stop, and there are long queues in an orderly manner. Lin Ning watched for a while, but he didn't see a rush up.

It is rare to see people smoking cigarettes on the side of the road.

Lin Ning went to the convenience store to buy ice cream, bought fried skewers on the side of the road, and stood outside the window of the pet store to watch the cats and dogs that were not long ago, fantasizing about his first cat, and gave it a nice name, Cha Cha.

The shopkeeper enthusiastically pushed open the door and asked Lin Ning to come in to see with a smile, Lin Ning shook his head with a smile.

Abo, who spoke Shanghainese, enthusiastically pointed out the shortcut to Lin Ning. The aunt who was riding a battery car and the basket was loaded with vegetables smiled and said that Lin Ning could be taken for a while if the distance was not close, Lin Ning did not refuse, smiled back, and sat behind the kind-looking aunt, the first time she took an electric motorcycle, and her legs were still a little nowhere to put them.

When she got out of the car, her aunt was very worried and asked Lin Ning to add her WeChat, constantly telling her to remember to contact her if she encountered any difficulties, and said with a smile that her son, a police officer, had graduated from college and worked in a certain district for economic investigation, and had two houses at home, which scared Lin Ning and fled.

There are many skyscrapers near the Oriental Pearl Tower, which are somewhat dated in comparison. Lin Ning bought a package of tickets online and walked in behind a group of tourists.

There are a lot of people, just in time for a fairy tale digital art exhibition, and more parents come with children. The child has a bright smile on his face, the father is occasionally a little impatient, and the mother's eyes never leave the child, and from time to time she scolds a few words, don't touch, don't run, don't get lost, and so on.

Lin Ning looked at it and didn't know if he was going astray.

High-tech sound and shadow combined, fairytale interactive experience. Fighting monsters and feeding flamingos made a group of children almost crazy, drank poison potions, fell into rabbit holes, and made many crazy children panic.

This kind of mirror space created by the principle of mirroring, and the shouts of the children, made Lin Ning a little uncomfortable.

Shaking his head, Lin Ning's figure leaving was a little reluctant, and his steps lost their previous briskness.

In the City History Development Exhibition Hall, Lin Ning walked in, thinking that it was just a few sand tables and old photos, but he never thought that it was a unique cave. The scene is skillfully restored, witnessing the transformation of the city from a small fishing village to the most developed city in China.

Listening to the comments in the tea shop, walking a few steps in the old alley, Lin Ning enjoyed his own tranquility.

When he came out, there were still a lot of people queuing up in the hall, and Lin Ning hid in the crowd and kept his head down silently. The young lady who maintains order stepped forward to warmly remind everyone that there is a green channel for the revolving restaurant package.

Lin Ning smiled awkwardly, thanked him in a low voice, and with the help of the young lady, bought a new package of tickets.

When the elevator reached the 263-meter main sightseeing floor, Lin Ning's heel hurt a little. Follow the staircase signs to the 267-metre revolving restaurant. Following the guidance of the waiter, I sat down at the window.

Turning sideways and choosing the best angle, Lin Ning took a few selfies, and the spherical glass behind him was covered with film, which was a little gray.

picked a relatively good-looking one, posted it on Weibo, marked the punch card, and in the task, the word success was displayed after the Oriental Pearl Tower. Next to the photo, there is a text reminder that there is a green channel for the restaurant package.

Because there is no certification and I haven't posted it before, there are not many fans on Boss Lin's Weibo, and few people have found that most of the local celebrities in Xijing, including Tony, are in the fan list.

Even if someone happens to see the photo, they will only think that it is a stealing picture to attract fans, few people will believe that the number of fans of the goddess Rafa is only a few thousand, and few people will be bored to look at the fans of this trumpet.