After the alarm clock rang three times, Wu Xiaoyu struggled to get up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mouth is astringent, and the stomach is also a little uncomfortable. He touched his stomach and smacked his lips. I really have to smoke less cigarettes at night in the future. How much did you smoke last night?

Wu Xiaoyu hates to see the way she gets up in the morning, and the person in the bathroom mirror has puffy eyes, a pale face, and messy hair.

I'm getting old day by day, and I have nothing. It's really frustrating.

Wu Xiaoyu thought so, opened his mouth to suck some water from the cup, but it was red when he spit it out. He frowned and looked at it, feeling that his teeth were getting worse and worse, he used to be a little bloodshot at most, why is it so red today?

He decided not to think about it so much at first, but things didn't work out as he wanted. Brushing your teeth actually brushed out a little bit of meat foam, and the most disgusting thing is that there are a lot of fat in these meat foams.

I clearly don't eat fatty meat? Wu Xiaoyu was indignant and felt a little nauseated.

So he sped up to wash. When he looked up again, the man in the mirror smiled.

Very handsome.

He told himself.

His whole person seemed to be more energetic, back to his true self, or rather lost.

Today is destined to no longer be an ordinary day, Wu Xiaoyu was taken aback again at the door.

The door didn't close.

It's just a surprise, he is in a foreign country, and he lives alone. All the possessions were in sight in the morning.

He doesn't even need a wallet.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, fumbling in his pockets, the phone was still there, the keys were still there, the computer in the room was still there, the desk was still there, even the pile of garbage on the table was still there.

Closing the door, he was a little confused, he still hadn't remembered what had happened last night. Although he is usually a little forgetful, he rarely forgets to be so clean, as if he got up in the morning after passing through the Corpse Alley at ten o'clock last night.

Forget it, forget it, it's been a long time since there was nothing to remember, or something worth remembering.

Temperatures are still very low in early spring. As soon as they went out, their lungs could not stand the cold air and hurriedly transferred them to the heart, stimulating it to carry them to all the places where the blood vessels could extend, and the bones were suppressed by the residual breath of winter, sending dormant requests to the brain.

Wu Xiaoyu gave a cold war and refused this request again. He scratched his hair, tightened his clothes, and looked at the open window at the end of the hallway, if the big hole in the wall was a window.

Wu Xiaoyu didn't like it, in his mind, the window thing, but it had to have four or more wooden frames, and he could choose to open or close the two glass doors installed on it at any time.

It's just that many things in this world can't go as he wants, so Wu Xiaoyu forgave it and admitted that the big hole was indeed a kind of window.

Now, the wind is pouring through the big hole in the window, squeezing the billboards with beautiful women and beautiful buildings or cars into piles, pressing them down the stairs and moaning. Napkins, empty bottles, cigarette butts, accompanied by dust rolling around in the saliva.

Oh?

There is still something fresh today, and Wu Xiaoyu also found some bamboo sticks on the steps.

There are neat and ordinary barbecue stalls on every step, clearly from the cheap barbecue stalls on the corners.

It is about a child who has eaten it and used the skewer as a game item.

Otherwise, there will be no one who is so bored, after eating the meat skewers, throw the bamboo skewers in their hands, and every time they can use such precise power to throw them in such an accurate position, right?

And the child licked it quite cleanly, with no black burn marks, and no scraps of flesh as usual.

Scraps of minced meat?

Mince?

Suddenly, my heart jerked. Wu Xiaoyu's head suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Is it disgusting?

Wu Xiaoyu helped himself find an explanation, and he paid the price for his habit of observing, conjecture, and observance everywhere.

Little did he know at this point that he would soon be disqualified from paying any price forever. He scratched his hair and walked down the stairs, habitually pulling out the phone to see, seven thirty-five.

Wu Xiaoyu has very bad motion sickness, which is also something he has been very distressed about. Because of this, he walks fast, always leaving others with a back with his head held high.

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Seven forty-five. Seremban District Armed Forces Department.

At the door, he threw away the plastic bag that wrapped the pie, a food that uses roadside dust as an important seasoning, which he didn't like. But as the day passed, the hungry stomach could not resist the smell of meat.

Seems to be hungry easily?

But it's really delicious meat, so why don't you notice it?

He looked up.

That's where he works, but he's not an active soldier in the Ministry of Armed Forces.

Wu Xiaoyu habitually looked at the names of the long rows of units on both sides of the gate: the People's Liberation Army Armed Forces Department, the Patriotic Education Center, the Militia Command Post, the ******, and so on.

He's not one of the above units, either.

Like most of the Ministry of Armed Forces, or most government agencies, the houses of the Ministry of Armed Forces here are a bit broken, the floors are a little dirty, and the garages are a bit of private cars.

If anyone thinks that there is any inevitable connection between these three, then he must not be educated enough to understand the good intentions of the people's public servants who work for the country and the people, are honest and diligent, and do not care about the poor office space. As for private cars, they are not public servants at all, they are definitely not public servants, and in order to save money, public servants drive or children's cars, or wives' cars.

He walked to the garage, where his workplace was.

His immediate boss was also standing at the door of the garage door looking at him. The cigarette butt in his hand floated with smoke, getting lighter and lighter, and finally merged with the morning air.

In the distance, there is a peculiar smell of tobacco.

"Principal Chen, morning."

Wu Xiaoyu also touched a point and said hello from afar.

Don't get me wrong, there is no military school here, and a small vocational training school is opened here in the garage of the Ministry of Armed Forces.

It's a small school.

For example, he is the number two person in addition to the principal, with two common subordinates, an office receptionist and an aunt who cooks.

"Early." Principal Chen casually threw away the cigarette butt and extinguished it, smiled and went upstairs, he had to go to class in the morning. The principal is a person who doesn't talk much, but he is very peaceful, and the school is not his industry, everyone works for people, and they get along quite happily.

It was still early, so Wu Xiaoyu leaned on the sign of "Xiangcheng Computer School" hanging next to the iron door and slowly smoked the cigarette in his hand, and occasionally nodded and greeted the students who went upstairs in twos and threes.

To correct, Wu Xiaoyu never regarded them as students.

That's how ----he talked to his friends---- they usually stay here for a few months or a year, and then continue to a wider area ---- continue to mingle.

Wu Xiaoyu didn't think of himself as a teacher either.

It is true that he graduated from a regular university, but the university he studied was not a teacher, and his major was not computer science. Can you expect a finance teacher to teach students how to use computers?

"Print Advertising Design" is what he currently teaches.

He is proficient in a wide range ----of topics, advertising design, poster design, film stunts, costumes, printing and publishing, etc.

After listening to all the lectures he taught, if anyone dares to say that he has learned to install something other than some advertising applications, then this student must be a national treasure and a genius among the people.