The fox of the Hu Paste family is such a lucky one who has not been eaten. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Liao Hua said: I'm sorry!

Fox: Boy, are you tall? Squat! Look at me at eye level, high, when you are our editorial team leader?

Liao Hua put down the stick and squatted.

Fox: Boy, understand something! Listen! Brother, my name is Hu Yao.

Liao Hua: Fox demon?!

Hu Yao: Stupid! Hu Yao, who eats his family's food, has his surname. Take the wrong medicine. If you still can't remember, think about twisting your waist and pasting the plaster, just remember my brother.

Liao Hua nodded: Remember, brother, you are a dog skin plaster. But how old are you? I call you brother?

Hu Yao: Are you asking about my past life or my present?

Liao Hua was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt something, in a trance, almost lost, but he quickly calmed down and did not fall into the illusion.

He sighed, and suddenly felt a little gloomy: Is it really illusory?

Hu Yao: 'Zhen Huan, brother, you also write online novels?

At the beginning, my brother and I was the intern editor of the second group!

Of course, I also have a few enemies, and we have eight editors in a row, don't look for anyone else, remember to find a pushpin!"

Liao Hua: Brother, your popularity is really good! Because of this, you just crossed over, right?

Hu Yao: I don't think I can hear good words! Brother, I'm so good at mixing! Everyone praises me as the team leader's sycophant!

Liao Hua: It's so good?

Hu Yao: Damn! When I was willing, my brother and I had to read more than 300 articles a day, and I was so tired that I wanted to hit my head on the screen and die.

Liaohua: What happened later?

Hu Yao: Good boy!

Let me tell you, at that time, the housing prices were high, and I was reading an article by a newcomer, the male protagonist was a street frying dough stick, and as a result, a fritter became a jing, helping him kill gods and destroy Buddhas, and became the only one in the universe.

Let's not talk about the level of writing, the whimsical ideas can be understood. What I can't stand the most is that after he robbed the world's richest people, he told readers that money is like dung. Then I bought a set of second-hand small apartments, and happily went to fry fritters again.

Brother, I vomited blood and hit my head on the screen.

And then my brother came here. Come to think of it, brother, I'm quite in line with the normal crossing mode.

Liao Hua: Brother, your mentality is so good!

Hu Yao: What if it's not good? I haven't been eaten, I haven't been scarved by fox skin. Worry-free food and clothing, nothing to play with Fat Liu, a very good life.

The most important thing is that you don't have to read the manuscript. The team leader told him to die! Don't give me a regular! Hmph, so much morning tea, it's time to feed the dog!

As soon as he heard about feeding the dogs, Fat Six immediately leaned closer and kept wagging his tail.

Hu Yao stretched out his paws, touched Fat Liu's head, and said lovingly: Liu'er! Brother has nothing to eat, brother is now the same as you, there is no big son on his body!

Then, he turned back to Liao Hua: Boy, tomorrow morning, I will also go to the cafeteria and bring me fritters.

Liao Hua: What did Fei Liu tell you?

Hu Yao nodded: The more people I know, the more I feel the cuteness of the dog!

I just share food with it, and it wants to share its biggest secret with me.

It's not much better than our team leader. I bought him a Starbucks, and he didn't compliment me. Still suspicious of me: You kid didn't mix boiling water, did you?

It's chilling! I paid for it, can't I just take two sips first?

Of course, I'm also at fault. In the past, there was less water, and he was raised.

Liao Hua saw that this guy was just a chatter.

Look at Fat Roku's rest. Standing up, picking up a long stick, and taking a step forward, the long stick flew out and fell into the sand pit fifty paces away, jumping the old Hu and the young man who passed by.

Fat Roku shook his hips and went to pick it up.

Liao Hua looked at Hu Yao: Are you also coming to play?

Hu Yao was furious: What about you walking a dog?

But after Liao Hua threw the second long stick.

Hu Yao's eyes were fixed on the stick, and his big tail kept slapping the ground, ready to move.

Suddenly sighed, but sang a song, Cantonese, to the effect (the author's big fat sofa):

Walking on the dividing line between man and beast,

Are you still in love?

Why are you still in front of me, clothed in red?

In the blue moonlight, your back is getting farther and farther away from me?

In my dreams I want to build you a temple that reaches to heaven,

When I woke up, I realized that although it was spring, the night was still cold.

Walking on the dividing line between man and beast,

Feel the cruel danger of that world

Everything is in the past, and there is no going back

The moon is cold, and the tears have dried, although it is spring

You who love you are far away from me----

Woo---ahhh---h

Oh----

The long tail flicked, like a ribbon of lightning in the night, running towards the long stick in the distance.

Liao Hua was stunned for a while: Pick up a stick!

After a while, a pair of fox friends and dogs brought back the sticks.

Liao Hua throws again, and then takes it.

Hu Yan looked at this side, smiled, and slowly walked home.

Fei Liu and Hu Yao put the long stick in front of Liao Hua again. This is the ninth trip.

Hu Yao stuck out his tongue and flipped it on the spot, his belly facing the sky: I'm tired!

Fat Six gasped, his tongue stretched out, and he lay beside Hu Yao and refused to move anymore.

Liao Hua watched them rest for a while, and the fox friends and dogs also went home.

Liao Hua wielded a short stick to practice baton drills.

Finally rising, seeing that there was no one in the playground, grabbed seven sticks and threw them one by one.

Go over to the bunker, pick up the stick, go back to the stands, and put it back where it was.

He looked up suddenly, only to find a person sitting in the stands, in a daze.

Liao Hua took a closer look, it was Xiong Xiong of the Department of Economics, the school's javelin champion for four consecutive years.

Xiong Xiong looked at Liao Hua: Liao Hua, your javelin score has improved again. In the first grade, I threw you more than 30 meters. In the second grade, he won more than 10 meters against you, in the third grade, he only won more than 3 meters against you, and in the last time, he won less than half a meter more than you. If there were any next year, I would have lost.

Liao Hua: There is no fifth grade, and we are all going to leave school and go out into society.

Xiong Xiong sighed: Will you also enter Beijing tomorrow?

Liao Hua nodded: Go to bed early. Gotta go early.

Xiong Xiong jumped out of the stands, and the two went back together.