So boring

So boring

So boring

Time passed little by little.

I feel like it's been at least three years.

No, five years.

I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a little light somewhere.

I made it look like it was my pocket, and there was a faint light shining through it.

I opened my coat pocket and saw that inside was the small note that the Jade Emperor had stuffed into me. I read it and wrote it down, put it in my pocket, and forgot about it altogether.

And now the original handwriting on that small note has long since disappeared, and there are a few new golden small words on it: Tiandao, where are you?

I was going to cry with joy.

Oh yes, long live the Jade Emperor!

I'm 10,000 happy in my heart, but...

I found out.

I don't have pen and ink.

Then how do you reply to the Jade Emperor?

emmmm.

And then...

My brain pumped.

A famous quote comes to mind:

As long as the work is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle.

Just right.

I walked through the grass before, and there were a lot of dead branches and leaves on my clothes. I took one of the hardest twigs, sharpened one end, punched one end, and...

And then...

I pulled out a piece of my hair, threaded it through the twig, and tied it in a knot.

That's right, that's what I came up with.

Am I smart?

I took the small branch, gently pierced the small note, and embroidered two words on it: Jade Emperor

The Jade Emperor seemed to see it immediately, and a few words appeared on the small note: Tiandao, are you okay, you haven't been discovered. What's going on on your side?

It took me a lot of effort to embroider three more words: I'm not good.

A few more words appeared on the note: What's wrong, what's wrong? Were you discovered? It shouldn't be

I twisted my hair and pulled a lot of hair before I embroidered a few more words: Chinese New Year's Eve is undercover and I am in prison

There was no reply, it seems that the Jade Emperor understood what I meant and went to find Chinese New Year's Eve.

I continued to be bored.

It's really boring.

I don't have a sense of time anymore.

I think at least five years have passed.

But the undead blades of grass on my body told me that no more than three hours had passed.

That's what it feels like to live like a year.

I don't know how long later, I dozed off groggily, only to see a new line of handwriting appear on the small note: Master!

I was overjoyed and embroidered two words: Van Valley?

Master, I'm here. Where have you been, they all say you may not come back... Master, I miss you so much, when will you come back...... A few glittering words popped up again.

while cursing those who cursed me and couldn't come back, I comforted van gu : it's okay , don't believe it , it's nonsense , you will come back .

That... Master, you... When will you be back...... A few small words popped up on the note.

How do I know... I pressed in my heart and embroidered two more words: as soon as possible.

I chatted with Fangu for a while, but there was no response after a while. Presumably Fangu is gone. I began to doze off again with nothing to do.

I was almost asleep.

What to do, how to escape, I don't know... I've been struggling with this for a long time, how should he escape, and now this situation is amazing. I don't know how he's going to escape... It's so tangled, so tangled, I really can't think of how he should escape. Can figure out how he escaped big private chat with me. See the profile for the QQ number.