Outside, the cold wind howled, and the leaves fell with the wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The uncle sat by the window of the office, looking at Luo Ye outside.

The grass and trees are withered and yellow, and it is an annual autumn wind.

"The leaves on this tree are gone, and I'm dead!"

Therefore, the uncle began to die again, and he put up a death flag when he had nothing to do.

Anyway, is it really okay to expand like this?

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?"

Xiaolan stood aside and looked at the uncle quietly.

Recently, the uncle's thinking has really become more and more out of the box, and even she can't understand what the uncle wants to do.

And is it really okay to put up a flag like this?

In this regard, Xiaolan was a little worried.

You must know that it is very dangerous to erect flags, you are knocked to death when you go out, you are killed by falling bricks from the sky, you choke to death when you eat and drink water, and so on.

The world is very dangerous, so you can't put up flags indiscriminately.

But the uncle just looked at the outside world calmly, and his eyes seemed to be a little deep.

"Now, Lan."

"Huh?"

"Will you forgive me if I do something wrong?"

The uncle said this in a calm tone.

But such a calm seems to indicate that he has died.

This made Xiaolan have a bad premonition.

What the hell is going on? Why does the uncle speak in such a tone and in such a state?

"That'...... It depends on what it is......"

Xiaolan hurriedly spoke, trying to dispel the bad thoughts in the uncle's mind.

Although she didn't know what the uncle was thinking.

I just suddenly remembered that my uncle relied on white leather shoes to conduct so-called "market research" on the street before, and I couldn't help clenching my fists, and I was ashamed and angry.

"Dad, you have to understand that some things are unforgivable."

"Ah, the leaves have fallen again, and my life has diminished."

“……”

What's going on? Was this a threat to her? This is definitely a threat to her!

Hearing the uncle's words, Xiaolan's fists clenched even tighter.

At this time, even if a tank drove in front of her, it was estimated that it could be dismantled with bare hands.

"So what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, Lan, you have to understand that people sometimes have bad luck."

"Huh?"

"So, that's it, I haven't had any commissions during this time, and then, all kinds of expenses are also very high, right?"

"And then?"

“……”

The uncle was silent for a while.

A gust of wind blew through the uncle's forehead.

A few leaves on the tree struggled for a while, but in the end they couldn't resist the fate of drifting, and reluctantly left the branches of the tree and followed the wind to the end of the world.

But soon he was abandoned by the wind and fell to the ground, and wandering the world became a dream.

The wind is free, and there are always many people who envy the freedom of the wind and want to follow the wind.

But when I left home, I found that the wind of freedom is also unrestrained, and the wind will not bind anyone, nor will it be bound by anyone.

The wind is free and lonely.

"Daddy......"

"Lan, to put it simply, our family seems to be running out of money."

Uncle finally confessed everything.

In this regard, Xiaolan could only look speechless.

I thought something big was wrong, but it turned out that I was about to run out of money.

Anyway, Xiaolan has long been used to it.

Speaking of such a small thing, is it necessary to play so many tricks?

But after thinking about it, he still spoke.

"That's right, Dad."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you get a call before? It was a call from the Japanese sales TV station. ”

"Daily Sale TV?"

The uncle withdrew his gaze from the outside and shifted it to Xiaolan's body.

TV station, uncle knows.

It's the so-called mold that is controlled by the capitalists and controls the discussions.

"What are they calling for?"

"I said that I invited you to a show, it seems to be called a detective bureau or something, the ratings seem to be pretty good, the time is this Sunday, and I will give you 100,000 neon coins for the performance."

"One hundred thousand? Or Neon Coins? Am I that cheap?! ”

The uncle who heard this number immediately exploded.

This is not at all consistent with the performance fees that broke out before the crossing, which often cost millions or even tens of millions.

Even if he is not a professional star, he is also a professional detective, how can he not have hundreds of thousands of soft girl coins.

"I'm not going, I'm not going."

The uncle refused.

Just kidding, 100,000 neon coins want him to participate in the show, so it's better to be a group performer.

"Oh, really?"

Xiaolan pursed her mouth, she didn't know what to say about her uncle's eyes.

After thinking about it, he shook his head directly regretfully.

"Okay, then I'll reply no."

As he spoke, he grabbed the landline phone on his desk, as if he wanted to make a call.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Miss Yoko also works at Nippon Sale TV Station."

"Wait!"

Hearing Xiaolan's words, the uncle hurriedly stopped.

Miss Yoko, there is no one else except Yoko Okino.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not bad to participate, although 100,000 neon coins are not much, but they can cope with that ten days and half a month.

Moreover, when you go to a TV show, the important thing is not the performance fee, but the fame.

In these years, celebrities are basically packaged and promoted, as long as they can be promoted, even if they look sorry for the audience, they can still be regarded as stars.

Acting? Singing skills? Dance ability? Personal skills?

Xiao Xianrou said that he didn't know what you were talking about, do celebrities of this year need that kind of thing?

The so-called dance, as long as you use your hands to make a few gestures of love, the so-called singing, as long as you sing a few pretended lyrics, the so-called acting, as long as you frown and stare at the eyes, grinning, jumping up and down, eating and sleeping.

What a thing.

"Okay, I'll participate."

Uncle decided to participate anyway.

It's not for money, it's just for being able to publicize more, maybe in the future, more commissions will be sent to the door, and then you can make a lot of money.

Then you can buy a cart of lollipops to hook up with little Lori.

Huh? Why is it Lori?

Uncle was a little puzzled by this idea of his own.

I have been entangled for a long time, but I still don't bother to think about it.

Perhaps, it's just that the standard configuration of uncle and Lori is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so I thought of it subconsciously.

"Then I'll get back to them."

Xiaolan, who received an affirmative answer, didn't say anything more and continued to call.

The uncle just nodded.

Then, continue to turn your head and look out into the outside world.

A few crows, not knowing when, ran over and landed on the wires, lined up in a row, pitch black.

Crows seem to be synonymous with ominousness.

Now that I see a crow, is something bad going to happen?

"Sure enough, the world is as black as a crow!"

Uncle sighed secretly.

Then, suddenly, something came to mind.

"Blah blah, black, all black......"

It seems that there are such people in my memory.

Could it be Africans?

No, no, I haven't seen anyone like that lately.

But what is the situation with a black body?

"Huh?"

The uncle frowned, and used his brain with all his might, searching for the memories in his mind.

If you want to say black, impressive......

"Brewery!"

The uncle jumped up all of a sudden, startling Xiaolan.

Because the uncle was sitting by the window, he almost fell down with this jump.

Fortunately, the uncle was agile and did not have an accident.

But the uncle remembered.

"Let's just say where did I see that girl, it turned out to be in that bar, and she was from the winery!"