In 2020.

The sun was shining outside the window.

Han Feiyu was half-asleep and half-awake, covered with a thin quilt, curled up in a ball on the spacious and soft big bed.

It's the middle of July, and it's probably the hottest time of the year, and it's unbearable.

Such weather is naturally suitable for sleeping in the room with his head covered, and sleeping in the dark.

However, it is a doomed fate for workers to naturally abide by their duties as workers, and to get up honestly and start moving bricks while the bricks are not hot.

Workers, souls, and jobs are the way out!

Come on, Olli give!

Part-time work is the king, and everything else is a crooked way.

Han Feiyu opened his eyes in a daze and stacked the sheets on his body very casually.

My throat was a little dry and uncomfortable, so I picked up the kettle on the bedside table and poured a glass of water for myself.

Tons and tons and tons and tons of tons.

I rubbed my dizzy head and felt much more comfortable.

Pick up your phone, which is fully charged and has been used for three years, and light up the screen.

On the slightly dim screen of the mobile phone, a few large characters that usually only appear on the phones of the elderly appear in the field of vision.

July 16, 7:15 a.m.

The two lines of small print, arranged on top of each other, are as old as his mobile phone.

After all, in this era of rapid update and iteration of digital products, the hot electronic products that were just bought this year may become unpopular in the next year.

Sometimes it's like a human being!

Hahaha.

Han Feiyu sat on the edge of the bed and drooped his head, and after stretching his muscles and bones a little, he was ready to wash up and start the day's brick moving business.

Hey?

Isn't it...... What went wrong?

Han Feiyu shook his head, and in a trance, he only felt as if he had forgotten something.

Habitually put the phone in front of his eyes and looked at it.

After a little bit of swiping, a few small words appeared in the corner of the mobile phone screen.

It's Sunday!

It's Sunday!

Sunday!

wdnmd, then wash up a hammer!

Go to the hammer class!

Move a hammer of bricks!

Han Feiyu seemed to find the vitality that he didn't know to throw in that corner for a moment. Stepping on the blue slippers that were so dirty and even cracked, he walked to the computer desk not far from the end of the bed, pushed away the chair and sat down.

Press the computer power on button.

Gotta got, gotta got, gotta got!

Gotta gotcha gotta gotcha gotta gotta got!

Gotta get it!

Poisoned milk powder starts!

Refreshed!

Today is another day full of 70,000!

Celia, little girl.

Your dad is back!

Pinch your fingers and count, you will definitely be able to explode the myth for your father today!

Han Feiyu sat on the seat with his legs bent and together, staring intently at the game screen in the computer.

Killing intent fluctuates on the body, and in the afterlife, it will also make stainless steel basins.

Everyone is an adopted daughter, but Han Feiyu likes to raise a son.

When you click on the equipment bar, you can't bear to look at it.

It can only be described in two words.

Thin.

Han Feiyu's eyes flashed with a little loss, since he said that he was raising his son, he should give him the best.

Woooooo

Pots, it's Dad who is sorry for you, can't give you the best equipment, can't give you the most handsome fashion. Can't buy you the best pet.

As his eyes lit up, he manipulated the character on the computer and walked towards the copy.

Passion is always short-lived.

Come fast and go fast.

Ten minutes passed.

Han Feiyu spread his hands and leaned weakly towards the seat behind him.

A long sigh.

After thinking about it, click on the channel speaker in the backpack and click to use.

"Dog planner, is there only one page in your household registration book?

Space sending.

Then he took out the only cigarette left in the cigarette case next to him and lit it with a cheap lighter for a dollar.

Smoke rises slowly.

esc, exit the game, OK.

All in one go, refreshed.

, it's a waste of feelings.

Then the whole person lay on the bed, looking at the white ceiling with empty eyes.

Even the curtains were not drawn.

The screen of the mobile phone not far away turned on and off intermittently, and when I picked it up and glanced at it, it was full of useless spam text messages.

simply left it aside, and didn't intend to inspect it again regardless of the wind and rain.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

The whole person is in a large font shape, like a mess of mud, slumped on the bed.

I don't know if I'm thinking about what to do today or something else.

Ding dong.

The phone screen lit up again.

Han Feiyu didn't plan to deal with it at all, but then there was another crisp sound.

Hey, I don't know which ancestor it is.

Don't you know it's the weekend, don't you need to rest?

After continuing to be paralyzed in bed for a few minutes, he finally picked up his phone boredly.

Touch the screen, and in the background of the phone is a youthful, lively, cute and beautiful girl.

Those who like to follow the kimchi entertainment industry should know that the figure in the background picture is the female idol who claims to be a one-person group.

Click on WeChat.

"Dear, today is the membership day of our Internet café, and you will give away as much as you want. ”

"Charge 100 get 100, charge 300 get 300, charge 500 get 500, and so on there is no limit!"

"There are also members who can go to the bar to get small oranges to eat for free when they turn on the machine, it's completely free!"

Han Feiyu tilted his head and sighed, and for a moment he felt the urge to open the window and throw the phone out.

Good guys, I blocked those micro-businesses who didn't know when to add them, and relatives who posted some bad and boring news in the circle of friends from morning to night.

I didn't expect to forget about this guy.

It's really a hundred secrets, his grandmother has a leg.

But then I thought about it, and the other party was just a migrant worker or senior worker who was forced to make a living.

Swipe your finger left on the screen to delete the message.

The room was quiet again.

Han Feiyu's brain was also blank.

The guitar wrapped in black canvas in the corner was already dusty, and I remembered that it hadn't been touched for a long time.

The room wasn't that big, but it was very empty because there were so few things on display.

There was nothing in the trash can, except for a few cigarette butts.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the emptiness that it looks extraordinarily neat, of course, to remove the thin quilt that was piled up by Han Feiyu, and the slightly wrinkled sheets that have been repeatedly crushed.

Suddenly, a question popped up in my head that had been bothering me for many years and still puzzled.

Why did every time a counselor come to check on the dorm room when I was in college, I asked that there was no trash in the trash can?

Aren't trash cans used to put garbage?

If the garbage is not in the trash, then where exactly should it be placed.

In the mouth?

It's really a bit inexplicable.

Could it be that he is too aggressive?

Han Feiyu tilted his head and glanced at the trash can with a black plastic bag not far away.

There was a hint of shame in an instant.

Rolled over and got out of bed, walked over to him, tugged at the edge of the black garbage bag, and then tied a dead knot.

Now I finally can't see what's inside.

Walk to the window and pull the curtains open.

The sunlight was dazzling, and it poured into the room.

Just like supermarket aunts lining up for discounted goods a few hours in advance, when the time comes, the floodgates will be opened.

Han Feiyu stretched out his hand to block his face, blinked his eyes, and was a little afraid to look up at the bright world outside the window.

I am glad in my heart that the sun is so scorching that I don't have to move hot bricks.

Holidays are rare, and moments are even more rare.

The dazzling sunlight dispelled all the gloom and darkness in the room, and even the fine dust danced in the light and shadow.

It's a waste if you don't lie in bed on such a beautiful day, watch dramas, and get some sleep.

Han Feiyu scratched his head that had become a chicken nest, recalling the last time he called, the first sentence of the old father on the other end of the phone was finally no longer the classic son has eaten.

But I still can't get around the hair scissors or not, and I haven't bought new clothes.

Fortunately, these can be dealt with in three or five sentences.

However, what is even more terrifying is whether the son is looking for a girlfriend.

It's like a demon's whisper lingering in my ears, and every time I call home, this is what I dread the most.

It's really hard to top, and the defense is broken in an instant.

I couldn't bear it wearing a third-level armor, and I was shot through it, and my heart was cold and panicked.

I really don't understand.

What girlfriend are you looking for?

Is the game not fun, or is the novel not good?

Could it be that the bricks haven't been moved enough?

Some old-timers say that marriage is a besieged city, and people outside the city want to go in, and people in the city want to come out.

Han Feiyu didn't care whether the people in the city stayed or wanted to go out, but he didn't want to be the outsider who walked into the besieged city at the moment.

For him, where is the siege of the city, it is clearly a tomb that eats people and does not spit out bones.

Even when I stepped in, I felt the hairs on my body stand on end, and I shuddered.

Woooooooo

It's horrible.

Han Feiyu suddenly remembered that among the six people in the university dormitory, the son who only had a girlfriend seemed to be saying in the group chat a few days ago that he might be planning to get married.

I really don't say anything about that.

Thumbs up from the bottom of my heart, real man!

It seems that I can already imagine what the future life of that son will be like.

Make the mistake of kneeling on the washboard, and even smoke a cigarette carefully, let alone take a few sips and go out in style.

What a tragic word!

All in all, now is one sentence.

It's impossible to find a girlfriend.,It's impossible to find a girlfriend in this life.,It's only by staying in the room.,Can you maintain this unrestrained look.,Entering the world of games and novels feels like going home.,The netizens in it are all talents.,Speak super nicely.,I like this.。

There is new equipment in the game today, and tomorrow's favorite replay will be updated again.

Oh yes.

Han Feiyu picked up his mobile phone and skillfully searched for the novel he had been chasing more.

Damn, Dog's Day is really worthy of being the chief eunuch, and there was no update of the chapter yesterday.

Hey, no.

It seems that the book that I serialized on the website yesterday didn't seem to have updated chapters.

No, no, it must have been a mistake.

Well...... That's right, there must be a problem with memory. It is the hallucinations that affect the ability to think.

Han Feiyu shook his head and threw these distracting thoughts behind him.

At this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

It's not a cold string of numbers on the caller ID.

The words "Tie Hanhan, good brother" came into view.

After thinking for a moment, Han Feiyu lightly touched the green answer button.

"Hello?"

He asked quietly, tentatively.

"Han Feiyu?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was weak.

"Ahem, if you have something to say, say it quickly. ”

"Woo woo, Han Feiyu, where are you? ”

"Huh?