As soon as he got out of the staircase, the summer sun stabbed Mo Yifan and barely opened his eyes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info rubbed his eyes vigorously before he adapted to the scorching sun. Shaking his still somewhat drowsy head hard, he walked listlessly into the sun, and sweat was oozing out in a few steps. Mo Yifan habitually touched his trouser pocket, and only touched a lighter and a ten-yuan bill. It was only then that he remembered that it was the absence of cigarettes at home that forced him to go out at noon.

The buzzing of the air conditioner on the exterior wall of the building made the hot summer even more annoying. Mo Yifan saw the strange wall of his house from the crack of the air conditioner in the forest, where there was also an air conditioner outside unit, but now it is empty. Mo Yifan smiled bitterly and continued to walk towards the gate of the community.

The neighborhood is extremely quiet, except for the annoying hum of the air conditioner, there is only an even more annoying sound. Everyone was enjoying an after-lunch dream in an air-conditioned room, including the convenience supermarket at the door. Looking at the white paper that had been printed out of its doorway. The white paper reads: "In order to better serve our customers, our supermarket has decided to implement summer working hours from July 1. Business hours are: 9:00-12:00 every day; 15：30――22：30。 ”

Mo Yifan shot a mouthful of phlegm right in the middle of the paper. What "in order to better serve our customers" is not to prevent people from going to the supermarket at noon to enjoy free air conditioning. Mo Yifan hated this kind of thing with a sheep's head, especially when he was hungry and had no smoke. muttered: "What is TM called a convenience supermarket!" He walked towards the small shop across the road.

There were not many vehicles on the road, only a large truck passed in front of his eyes, and Rao was scared into a cold sweat. Mo Yifan stared blankly at the black smoke behind the car, without a change in mood. He was wondering if he would have sent a large sum of money to his sister, who was still studying hard in college, if he had been killed just now. Will my sister shed tears of sadness for her brother who has achieved nothing when she gets that money? When I thought about it, I saw the news that countless people who were hit and killed by large trucks could not find the vehicle that caused the accident, and I still dispelled the idea that there was no camera here.

Standing in front of the counter of the store, Mo Yifan fell into contemplation again, making a difficult choice between spiritual food and material food. Looking at the box of eight-yuan cigarettes from Tula Bar on the counter, Mo Yifan could immediately feel the hot taste of his throat. "Ten dollars of red clouds!" As soon as the words reached his mouth, the rumbling sound of his stomach made him swallow this sentence into his stomach.

Maybe the stomach screamed so loud that the shopkeeper at the counter heard it. The boss glanced at the ten yuan in Mo Yifan's hand, took out a bag of instant noodles and the cigarettes from the Tula Bar and put them in front of Mo Yifan.

"Boss, get a bottle of soy sauce!" A woman's voice appears in the shop.

Mo Yifan looked back, and a woman wearing a small skirt with a facekini appeared at the door of the store. This kind of dress is especially popular now, I forget who said to him, "Do you say that women nowadays are afraid of tanning or heat?" Wearing a skirt that only covers her buttocks, she exposes the root of her thighs, but she covers her face like a bank robber. ”

Looking back at the counter, the boss helped him choose, so be it. Mo Yifan put the money on the counter and turned around and walked out of the store. As he walked, he unpacked the cigarette box, bit out a dot with his mouth, and inhaled sharply, the hot taste shocked him. Standing on the side of the road, enjoying the feeling of nicotine rushing from my throat to my lungs, giving my brain a feeling of vertigo.

Such a picture suddenly popped up in my mind: a big truck came speeding and crashed into Qi B's little skirt who had just stepped on the road. Qi B's short skirt rotated 380 degrees in the air and slammed it on the ground, and the big truck sped into the distance without a pause.

It's so filmable! Mo Yifan subconsciously raised his hand to block the hurried people behind him.

"What? Rogue! With a bang, a loud slap sounded on Mo Yifan's face. The cigarette in Mo Yifan's mouth drew a graceful arc in the air and landed gently on the road.

Mo Yifan only felt that the sky was full of stars, and his ears were buzzing. Then a gust of wind blew in front of me, and I saw a vague shape of a cart flying through the stars.

It was not only Mo Yifan who was stopped by time, but also the Qi B short skirt that had just shot.

"I'm sorry! Thank you! It was the first sentence Mo Yifan heard after his ears stopped buzzing.

Mo Yifan didn't know how he and Qi B's little skirt were separated, and his mind was always surrounded by the picture just now, not the picture of being slapped, but the picture that suddenly popped out of his mind. How could such a clear and bloody picture suddenly appear in my mind? He was completely sure that the Qi B skirt flying in the air was the Qi B skirt that gave him a slap. I saved the life of Qi B's short skirt, not only Mo Yifan knew, but Qi B's short skirt also knew, otherwise there would be no later "I'm sorry" and "thank you". But what is the picture that comes to mind?

Mo Yifan felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and the main reason was that his stomach was rebelling. Use your tongue to add the instant noodle residue from the bowl to your stomach. Although there is no happiness of being full after a long time of hunger, the stomach no longer howls. Mo Yifan thought that he could think about the ins and outs of the matter and lit a cigarette.

Pale blue smoke swirled and drifted over Mo Yifan's head. Mo Yifan entered a state of meditation, until the cigarette burned his hand, squeaked in pain, and didn't understand what was going on, the picture was blurry, as if it appeared in a dream.

People often see an individual, a scene, or an event, and suddenly feel as if they have seen, come, or encountered. The old man said that it was a broken memory of his previous life. Mo Yifan once saw an article that said that it was caused by a short circuit in the brain at that time. Mo Yifan thought that what he had just experienced was because of the short circuit.

Shaking off the cigarette ash on his legs, Mo Yifan felt stupid. A cigarette was wasted for a brain short circuit. "Just TM took a sip!"

Looking up at the still dazzling sunlight outside the window, Mo Yifan began to look for something he could do to kill time. The empty room was just the shabby couch under his ass and a litter of garbage. Tidying up your room is a great way to spend time. However, Mo Yifan disdained to do it. Silly! It's not cost-effective to make yourself stinky and sweaty. No one came to see it!

Kicking a trail with your foot is already a great thing. The tattered curtains in the bedroom were still tightly drawn. Not to mention that this curtain is really good! Not a single ray of sunlight came in. The little fan at the head of the bed is still working hard, is there still coolness? It's much more comfortable than the living room.

Throwing himself into the nearly two-meter bed, the wind of the small fan just blows the soles of his feet. Comfortable! Another can of cold beer would be a great deal! Mo Yifan, who was almost about to stand up, forcibly took the word "beer" out of his head. Without him, there would be no refrigerator at home, let alone any leftover beer. Empty bottles and flattened cans have a place in the living room.

I took one out of the stack of books on the bed.

I heard that Taizu's old man's bed is half sleeping and half of the books. Mo Yifan too. But the reasons are different. The old man Taizu is for the convenience of reading, and Mo Yifan has no place to put it. There used to be a very large bookshelf in the house, which was full of books collected by him and his late old man. Now the books are still piled on the bed, but the bookshelves have been moved by his wife who has been married for three years. Bah! The buddy hasn't remarried yet, so he should be called his ex-wife.

Mo Yifan's ex-wife is called Zhao Ya. A long time ago, when Mo Yifan and Zhao Ya were still "Lang Yi Strong, Concubine Yi Strong", Zhao Ya once asked Mo Yifan, where do you like her the most? Mo Yifan replied, "Name." Zhao Ya specially thanked her old and rough father for this. What Mo Yifan didn't tell him was that when he was a student, he liked Zhao Ya the most when he watched Huang Yi's "Looking for Qin".

This Zhao Ya is not Zhao Ya. Although in the end, this Zhao Ya still became Mo Yifan's ex-wife, but she was not the woman with the watery Yanghua, and Mo Yifan didn't hate her at all. When her father was seriously ill, she was also busy sending her father away with herself. It wasn't until she was idle at home that she filed for divorce due to the pressure of her parents and life.

Of course, Mo Yifan didn't complain about her at all. You, a person who can fall asleep watching "Story Club", what do you need a bookshelf for? What's even more annoying is that I didn't ask for a book. But even if he wanted to, Mo Yifan would not give it. Because in Mo Yifan's heart, every book in the family is full of his nostalgia for his father.

In the book, it is written that the protagonist is in a cool air-conditioned room, drinking red wine and eating steak with a beautiful woman. With a sudden resonant "cooing" in his stomach, Mo Yifan threw the book to the ground angrily, and picked up a cigarette in his mouth angrily.

It is said that it is better to listen to a story than to watch a play, it is better to read a book than to listen to a story, it is better to think about it than to think about it, and it is better to dream about it than to dream in a dream. Go to bed! It is Mo Yifan's latest decision after a cigarette. I wish I could dream of beautiful women and steaks in my dreams.

Awakened by bursts of urine, Mo Yifan struggled to wake up from his grogginess. It was already dark outside the door, and he fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp and solve his personal problems. Everywhere he looked for his phone, the only thing he could tell the time for.

I went, there was no power. Since he was idle at home, he didn't make a call on his mobile phone for ten years, and Mo Yifan often forgot to charge. Leaning on the window, the lights on the opposite floor have been extinguished. Only the toilet on the third floor still shines through. Although he could only see a thing like a head dangling by the window, Mo Yifan thought it was a beautiful woman. Stand up! Mo Yifan vomited wildly. It's disgusting! It's a shame for TMD! Big night peeking at a man going to the toilet.

Take a cigarette and slow down. A strange picture appeared: a skinny man, tiptoeing open the door of his house, standing in front of him, staring wide-eyed.

Five seconds later, Mo Yifan's home was like this, and the difference from that picture was that the light was on now, and Mo Yifan was standing in the middle of the room.

"Excuse me! Opened the wrong door. Those were the first words that the skinny man reacted to.

TMD, after poking open someone's door at night, say hello like this? Mo Yifan caught the thief who was about to run, the thief raised his hand, and a knife stabbed over-

Five minutes later, Mo Yifan tied the thief who was pressed on the ground with his belt. Panting and sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. Well, it's still good to smoke! Yellow Crane Tower, even the thief's cigarettes are better than his own.

The thief who was trapped on the ground struggled to kneel in front of Mo Yifan, "Big brother, brother is wrong!" You let the little brother go. There's a little brother on—"

"There's an eighty-year-old mother and a two-year-old child." Mo Yifan spit out a smoke ring, "How old did your mother give birth to you?" Yes. Staring at the thief's face, there were tears in his red eyes, "Shout, I'm still a distracted actor!" ”

Mo Yifan's words made the thief speechless for a moment, and he only kowtowed on the ground.

"Do you have any money?" The fight with the thief just now made Mo Yifan's stomach scream even more.

"Yes, yes!" When the thief heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Counting the money taken out of the thief's pocket, Mo Yifan picked up the charging mobile phone.

"How are you?" The thief jumped up and pounced on Mo Yifan, just hitting Mo Yifan's big feet. "Oops" and fell to the ground again. Mo Yifan glanced at it and said into the phone: "Send me a hundred yuan of mutton skewers and a dozen cold beers." Putting down the phone, he said to the thief: "TMD, it's not honest to tie up!" You really want me to call the police! ”

When there was a knock on the door, the thief was honestly lying in the corner of the living room. Without him, his hands and feet are tied together, and he has a stinky sock in his mouth that hasn't been washed for many days, and it's good that he hasn't fainted.

A handful of lamb liver was put into his stomach with a can of cold beer, and Mo Yifan suddenly felt much cooler. Another Yellow Crane Tower. Before the lighter was lit, another image appeared in front of me: the door of the house was once again opened from the outside.