Is it true that Chu Xiaosi is a good person?

Coincidentally, Chu Xiaosi came to the earth for the first time, and needed to obtain human memories to form his own shallow understanding of the human world, Chu Xiaosi exerted his mysterious powers, and forcibly absorbed the faint remaining memory dust from the ashes of a guy who had just entered the ground underground, Chu Xiaosi wanted to completely separate cognition and emotion, in fact, it was smooth, but there was only one problem, this guy who was regarded as half of the source of consciousness seemed to have an obsession before he died, and the dust was far stronger than the dust in the air, Chu Xiaosi did not succeed in separating it with the simplest way of peeling, and also used the skills and secondary conclusions summarized in the Liexia Star Biological Research Center at that time to deal with tricky objects, but it was not possible. Later, Chu Xiaosi couldn't give up directly, I don't like to drill the horns, a little flaw, I'm not a perfectionist.

So from this point of view, this guy should have been miserable by touching porcelain before he died, perhaps directly related to touching porcelain and dying. As soon as Chu Xiaosi met this chicken-ribbed old Li, a series of complete "knowledge" systems about touching porcelain and the nerve signals of brutal action that directly crushed the past were born in his mind, and the understanding and emotion about touching porcelain were activated from the reticular structure of the brain stem like a flood bursting in an instant, and it was impossible for Chu Xiaosi to think and deal with it by himself. After all, Chu Xiaosi took the memory from someone else, and he didn't give any compensation, even if he let the deceased rest completely, so Chu Xiaosi obeyed this Qiu Jue reflex that was not his own heart, and also made himself have an answer to the only uncertainty in the complete spiritual consciousness.

How would poor Lao Li know that this ghostly young man is vicious, and the young man now is really loving, which chills the old man's heart..... Broke the old man's leg!

Lao Li didn't expect it, and he couldn't hide when he expected it. was directly swept into the bottom of the car by Chu Xiaosi as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, and he didn't even have time to howl, and his eyes were directly painful and he passed out.

The day has been more than half of the west, Chu Xiaosi, who has asked where he parked, found an old alley in the old city with few traffic lights, the urban area was renovated, most of the old city was demolished, and the city center also migrated from the old center of five streets away from the old alley to the new city, the scattered two-story old buildings on the side of the street, small merchants, small storefronts and street side bungalows have long been dilapidated, most of them are closed, at that time, the government gave a new open land to do business and demolition money, but the demolition of this piece has been temporarily shelved, and what plans for the government to change are not yet known.

There is an old shop with white walls, red bricks, and a leaky door that has been repaired and repaired, and there are still wooden sticks, wooden swords, and golden hoops and sticks that a few children as heroes want to buy in the cardboard box at the door, and a small oven roasting starch sausages on a broken stool next to it. There are fewer people who buy it.

The boss basically doesn't buy goods now, there are not many customers, and I don't know when I will see the king of Hades, and there is no coffin bearer, damn it, where did the coffin bearer come from in the new society.

The boss squatted on the wooden pier at the door, took a sip of the two-pot head sold by himself, scratched the crotch of his pants, and was a little slimy. The second pot head is the inventory, the kind that is good to expire.

It's not what it used to be.

In the past, there was an electronics factory in this area, and the nearby laborers were basically in the factory to make a living, most of them were from other places, this was not a good location, there were few locals, and the small buildings of fifty or sixty square meters were very cheap anyway, and they were bought and rented by the locals, and the factory also had dormitories, but those who had to rent these buildings had to live in towing their families.

In the past, there were people drinking wine in the store, and they didn't worry about selling, and the men and drunkards who got off work nearby would gather at the door of the store, buy a bottle, and drink it together, and take a cup from the old brother in the store, the boss didn't care, and loved to be lively.

The man was playing poker and mahjong around the wooden table at the door, lighting a cigarette and talking about some trivial things in life, and his own losers went to buy some expensive and cheap things, and the cub was good or bad at studying... The days passed day by day, and then it was mentioned that the main house was to be renovated, the old city was demolished, the factory was not bad, and it was useless to demolish, and it was also subsidized, technological innovation, and the manipulator was bought a lot, so the labor force was used less, and many men were laid off and the landlord did not want to keep people to change money, so they could only find another livelihood.

If the thing is not, the person does not exist.

The wooden table was lame and emaciated, as if it had no human flavor and could not withstand the wear and tear of time.

The boss has nothing to do, he wants to keep a broken shop for a lifetime, he never wants to leave, and he has nothing to go, and he is an old bachelor without a mother-in-law.

The boss never knew what nostalgia was and what was meant to be relocated, and he couldn't understand the words of civilized people. I'm an old illiterate one who hasn't read.

Native. A presence like dead grass. This shop is also considered an ancestral property. My father and mother died early, leaving nothing behind and leaving a bungalow without a yard. It's both home and business.

He also envies those falcons who go out to make a name for themselves and strive for glory, not like him who has been in a nest for a lifetime, but it is only envy. He won't go and he won't go ten years younger.

The boss thinks this piece is very good, it used to be quite prosperous, but now it has become a mud leg?

I won't tear it down if I give money, it's so comfortable.

I can't tell how to live, and the boss of the nest feels that it's good to have peace of mind and doesn't like to make trouble.

The spring breeze of the old city and the spring breeze of the new city are all intoxicating.

Sunset.

The boss of the nest took out the old toad dry tobacco from his arms, wanted to have a good time, was shaken by the sunset, and got up and thought about going back to the store to get the fire.

Chu Xiaosi was already drunk in the sunset. Drunk in the spring breeze.