"O God! Can't you just give me a job! Meng Ping couldn't help but shout at the sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A golden light sprinkled in the air, and an old man suddenly appeared in front of Meng Ping, with white hair and silver beard, like a fairy.

"Uh......" Meng Ping's mouth was still wide open, and he stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes.

Dressed in a gray-white robe, full of silver threads, holding floating dust in his hands, and ...... on his head He also wears a halo on his head, which looks very funny.

What kind of immortal is this?

"Oh, good boy, you ......," opened the old man's mouth:

"What I lost wasn't that gold job, not that silver job, just an ordinary job." Meng Ping hurriedly said.

Old man "......"

Meng Ping: "...... what I said.

"Oh no, my dear child, I am not a river god, and I am not in the habit of fishing for things in the river." Oneiroi silently touched his head, the souvenir he brought back from his trip to the West, adjusted his mood, and smiled very kindly.

"I am the merciful Oneiroi." Oneiroi continued.

"I see that you are a kind person, and if you need work, I can give you a supermarket to run by you, you will."

"Yes, yes, yes." Meng Ping's eyes lit up as he said.

In this way, Meng Ping inherited the supermarket and became the boss.

The development prospects of supermarkets are good, chain stores are opened one by one, Meng Ping has become extremely rich, married a beautiful wife, and has a pair of lively and cheerful children. Meng Ping's life is happy and happy.

One day, he went to inspect the supermarket, and the employees rushed to see the young and promising boss.

A young female employee was crushed by the crowd and fell to the ground.

Boss Meng hurriedly helped her up, and the other party raised his head while apologizing, but Meng Ping was startled.

It was Ren Shuang's face full of hatred.

subconsciously let go of the hand holding her, only to see that she took out something and splashed it on Meng Ping's face.

"Ahh

Meng Ping screamed miserably and covered his face with his hands.

What it was like to feel, he would never forget, the pain on his face was unconscious, the bustling crowd around him, the sound was getting farther and farther away, and he could sense that his life was passing rapidly with severe pain.

"It hurts me!"

Meng Ping shouted and opened his eyes.

I saw his mother standing in front of the bed with big innocent eyes, holding a cup that was still steaming with heat in her hand.

"Mom, you splashed me with hot water again!"

Looking at the old mother who seemed to have the words "accurate hit" written on her head, Meng Ping bounced up from the bed with a "whoop", and kept wiping the water droplets on her face: "Mom, you want to burn me to death." ”

"Anyway, I gave birth to it, what's wrong with scalding." Mom said innocently. "Before, you didn't react so much."

Meng Ping: "Can you say it's a nightmare?" ”

"Mom, why do you have to knock on the door for a long time every time, you obviously have a key." Meng Ping held the fritters that his mother had just brought and said vaguely.

"Remind you to wake up, like an alarm clock." My mother said while drinking soy milk: "No, you kid woke up early? Dare to lie to me? ”

As he spoke, he stood up and twisted Meng Ping's ears.

"Oops, let go, let go."

After begging for mercy for a long time, Meng Ping finally broke free, Meng Ping muttered:

"Then you can't splash me with water, the quilt is completely soaked, how do you let me sleep at night, is it my own mother."

"How do you sleep, I'll help you hang the sheets in the yard later, let the neighbors see, my son is twenty years old and still wets the bed, hehe."

"Mom, you're enough!" Meng Ping was crazy.

"Okay, okay, let's eat, hurry up and go out and find work." The old mother pulled out the fritters in Meng Ping's mouth, and said while pushing him out

"Well, if you don't find a job, you will die outside and not have to come back, and your father and I can take care of ourselves."

"But I only ate half a fritter in the morning." Meng Ping, who had been pushed out of the door, wanted to cry without tears.

With a "bang", the door opened again, and Mother Meng poked her head out again, "Today's Lotus Festival, go to the Dream Temple to calculate a hexagram first, and see if you can't find a job in this life." ”

Looking at the door that was closed again, Meng Ping was stunned,

Temple of Dreams.

In his dreams, it also appeared.

Qixia Mountain and Qixia Lake, lively and clean, seem to be drawn by a line.

By the lake, rows of hawkers shouted at the mighty tourists, and the noisy shouting and scolding were accompanied by cool lotus cakes, sweet and sour plum soup, and ice cream.

And Qixia Mountain, it is much quieter, the summer sun shines through the bamboo forest, and the sparse light shines on the temple wall.

In front of the wall with various small advertisements for the treatment of incurable diseases, the words "fortune telling and unsigning" are written in large letters on the guise of a long pole.

Meng Ping rarely comes here, and it should be said that now, there are very few people who will come to tell the hexagram and solve the sign.

It's also because there are fewer and fewer people with real materials.

If it weren't for his dream, Meng Ping wouldn't have listened to Meng's mother to tell the hexagram. It's better to go straight to the various places where you want to try your luck.

I don't want him to come closer, he is not the first guest.

At the table under the guise sat a young girl, opposite a young man in a Taoist robe.

The young man looked at the signature in his hand, and said obscenely: "Beauty, this is a sign, and it says that you will meet a handsome man today." ”

As he spoke, he drew a circle on the back of the girl's hand with an ambiguous signature in his hand, "It's better to take the girl to talk about the ...... from poetry and poetry to life philosophy."

The woman's "snap" slap passed, then she shook her wrist, rolled her eyes at Meng Ping next to her, and got up to leave.

Meng Ping sat down embarrassedly, and the young man dressed as a Taoist priest hurriedly straightened his posture and took out the bucket seriously, but the obvious red palm print on his face still revealed something.

Little Taoist: "It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing, hurry up and finish it for him, and leave quickly." ”

Meng Ping: "The face changes so quickly, and being cheeky is also a skill." ”

Just thinking about it, Meng Ping randomly drew a lot from the bottom and picked it up to take a look

"No, from now on, the dragon spring grinds the old dust,

There is nothing else to do in the twilight, and there is hope for wealth and hope by living behind closed doors. ”

This, isn't this the one in the dream? Meng Ping was shocked.

"Yo, the third sign, the sign, little brother." The little Taoist priest also smiled, "This sign means that if you don't come to Jitai, you should have nobles to help." ”

Meng Ping sat on a chair on the side of the road and thought quietly, everything in the dream was too real, and when he woke up, he seemed to be reborn for a lifetime.

It's just the last thing in the dream, and everything that makes your subconscious come down to a nightmare.

Mom's words in the morning, the lottery in the dream are exactly the same, does that mean that everything in the dream will happen?

Meng Ping was taken aback, if the adventure in the supermarket, and the inexplicable Ren Shuang who splashed sulfuric acid was also true. According to the dream, what should appear below is

Woman in White!

The stunning woman in white who passed by with an umbrella!

Meng Ping made up his mind, staring at the girls in white clothes passing by on the side of the road with round eyes, whenever a girl passed, he would have to go up and down to take a closer look, and couldn't help but attract countless side glances.

"That handsome little guy keeps looking at me."

"Phew, rascal."

"Where did the pervert come from?"

The girls were furious at the sight, and they all left quickly.

It wasn't noon, but it was still hot. Meng Ping stood for a long time under the scorching sun, although there were many girls coming and going, but there was no one that appeared in the dream.

"Are you looking for me?" Behind him, a female voice came.

Could it be?

Meng Ping looked back in surprise.

Nima, where did this come from.

Meng Ping dared to bet his living expenses this month, the black unknown object around this girl's thick red lips was definitely a beard.

The crowd around quickly dispersed, and several girls whispered: "Sure enough, something is wrong, it's disgusting." ”

"Little brother, you have been looking at people just now, are you a little interesting to others," this mighty and fierce girl like a flower, stretched out her Qianqianyu hand and touched Meng Ping's little face first, and then involuntarily stuffed a note into the frightened Meng Ping's hand.

"If someone is in a hurry, leave a phone number for you, and remember to call me at night."

While walking, he also threw a flying kiss to Meng Ping.

A wave of nausea welled up in his chest, but his stupid head couldn't respond to him. After calming down for a few minutes, I barely suppressed the urge to vomit.

Frightened by Ruhua, Meng Ping didn't dare to look up and down at the girls anymore, so he had to sit on the side of the road and secretly observe when he saw the girl in white.

On the streets of Sanli City, the streets are deserted, and even the young girls choose to give up going out to shop in order to escape the sun burning their delicate skin.

And on the edge of the low flowerbed on the side of the road, a young man sat bent over, looking at the girls with obscene eyes.

The height of his bent over, the occasional frown, and his small narrowed eyes all tell people what he's doing.

Soon someone couldn't help it, and a big man walked over, picked up the lewd young man, and shouted: "What do you look at with those dog eyes?" ”

"Huh?"

Meng Ping was at a loss when he was dragged up, what's wrong.

"Dare to peek at my wife, I don't want to live." As he spoke, the big man punched Meng Ping in the stomach.

The people around stopped to watch the excitement, and some people who didn't know the situation heard this, and saw a girl in a white shirt standing behind the big man. I all understood, it turned out to be someone's girlfriend, and I was settled by others.

Meng Ping, an otaku, couldn't get such a punch, rolled around on the ground, didn't care about the pain in his abdomen, and shouted: "Misunderstanding, big brother." ”

"Misunderstanding, this can still be misunderstood!"

Meng Ping finally understood what was going on, so he had to explain helplessly, "Well, that's the case, I'm waiting for someone, but I only know that she is wearing white clothes, I can't remember what she looks like, and I don't know when she came, so everyone took a look." ”

"Liar, who doesn't know when to come, what it looks like."

"It's just, it's definitely an excuse."

Different from the righteous indignation of the onlookers, Dahan seemed to understand something, and asked suspiciously: "See netizens?" ”