A few dozen kilometers apart is the difference between the prosperous world and the cold villages and towns. Unlike Yuanbei City, there are already rare pedestrians on the road. In the wing room with red candles on one side of the Tianxing Palace, Li Shansan sat on a high wall, revealing a bit of bright moonlight. Under the antique wooden window, he put his mobile phone into his gray cloth pocket.

In front of him was a wooden table of two feet square, with salty beans, vinegar peanuts and two pottery bowls filled with rice wine. Across the other sat an old man who was about the same age as him, fat and looked very wealthy.

"Now descendants are not descendants, they are simply enemies, relatives and creditors," said Li Shansan, with a long sigh, and picked up the wine bowl and touched the fat old man, "I won't mention it anymore, I won't mention it anymore, drink and drink."

"No matter how enemies, relatives and creditors are, I'm afraid they are not as good as our back then.

I remember when we were eighteen years old, we had already walked out of the town together and threw ourselves into Mao Da…” Seeing the old friend who had made a decision and was cruel and cruel, he looked very ridiculous. The fat old man who was already a little drunk said while drinking rice wine, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Shansan, "Zhenyu, you are drunk, what are you doing!"

"It's been decades, and there's nothing outside in the temple..." The fat old man was stunned and defended his mind, but when he met his old friend's cool eyes, he immediately changed his words and said, "Yes, yes, I'm drunk, drunk."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud shout and scolding sounded faintly outside the temple, "Donkey, I'll peel it, and the donkey that immediately put the soup pot and let the thief's bone steal it.

X Your mother, after eating my donkey and the whole family bought a coffin, I will call the police and catch it to make you look good..."

"Hey, it seems to be Sun Aniu's voice. Someone steals a donkey. I'll go and see the fun." The fat old man pricked his ears and said with interest after listening.

Seeing him stand up, Li Shansan suddenly felt upset and was about to stop him, but he saw his old friend walking out of the wing room. At the same time, Zhang Muzi, who had just used a lie to successfully deceive his parents and obtained a stay-at-home license, was walking into a Chinese fast food restaurant.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and small shops in Yuanbei City that were not open all night were closed. Night cram schools during spring break also began to end. The fast food restaurant was crowded, so Zhang Muzi could only sigh and lined up in the back end of the long abortion, but did not find that he entered, which had attracted the attention of several girls in sailor-wearing school uniforms in the store.

As the girls from junior high school, high school and junior high school secretly looked at and whispered, he queued for a while and finally got to the counter. He looked up at the menu and said, "A portion of beef noodles and two braised eggs, and then a portion of braised pork rice and a bowl of egg flower soup. Thank you."

"It's the boy's voice, I just say it's a boy..." Hearing Zhang Muzi's hoarse ordering sound with his ears, someone in the school uniform shouted in excitement, and then he heard her companions around him chattering: "It's really beautiful, like Kitano Ken of Himaru, but his skin is more delicate, just like a character in a comic."

"Yes, yes, I think he must be a 'trainee' who has not debuted yet. You see, he is wearing a wide T-T and cropped pants, he must have just finished practicing dancing and planned to go home."

"You are right, it must be like that. Then let's go find him to sign and take photos, and then help him organize a fan club. I'll be the president."...

The young girls always have many fantasies, and although they are far more shy than being a man, they never lack courage. After discussing for a while, seven or eight little girls actually stood up and surrounded Zhang Muzi.

Zhang Muzi, who was born for eighteen years, has always been inconspicuous in the eyes of the opposite sex. He only had a very good female friend in his life, but was only a "friend". Instead of a "man", Zhang Muzi had never received such courtesy. He first wondered why there were more girls around him.

Later, seeing that he was not leaving for a long time, he found that all the girls were looking at him. The first thought in his heart was not to be admired and liked, but to ‘support socializing’.

Thinking of these four words, Zhang Muzi almost swallowed the rice grains in his mouth by mistake. After saying a few times, he picked up the bowl and drank a large mouthful of egg flower soup, and buried his head in the rice plate like an ostrich, trying to pretend that it was nothing to do with his own business.

Things in the world are always unfair. If a fat man with a fat body and a poor appearance does such a miserable thing, in the eyes of girls, he is greedy and vulgar, vulgar and cowardly;

But if a beautiful boy who looks like a visual idol artist and is pink and cute, does the same thing, but he has a simple and cute personality.

Moreover, seeing that Zhang Muzi was more shy than he was, the girls began to relax and whispered without any scruples: "I'm shy, shy, wow, I don't have a girlfriend yet."

"It must be that I don't have a girlfriend yet. I heard that the 'trainee' who did not debut was strictly controlled."

"Don't say that 'trainees' are those idol groups that have just debuted. Those who have had girlfriends in the first four or five years."..., talked for a while, one of them looked a little boyish and had short hair. He was surrounded by his companions and took a step forward, looking at Zhang Muzi and said, "Hello, are you an acting trainee?"

"I..." Zhang Muzi looked up and looked around, sure that he was talking about himself, shook his head and said, "No, no, I am a student of Beijing Institute of Technology."

"Are you a high school student too?" said the short-haired girl with bright eyes: "I am too. I am in my second year of high school at Jian'an Girls' School. Where are you?"

"I'm in my third year of high school and I'm going to take the joint exam in June." Zhang Muzi replied with an unnatural expression.

"Is that so? Then you are the senior," said the short-haired girl with a smile: "Senior, can you take a picture with us?"

"Take a photo..." Zhang Muzi showed a puzzled expression.

"Well, we just posted on Facebook that we had late-night snacks in Wangqiao, and met a super beautiful boy. Many friends didn't believe it, and everyone wanted to take the picture to prove it.

Just take one, please." The short-haired girl said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Muzi nodded stupidly, then was fiddled like a puppet and took many photos, leaving contact information, and watched the little girls who were still interested leave.

When he came to his senses, he touched his face and said to himself in surprise, "I just lost a few kilograms of meat, is it that exaggerated...", but his expression gradually became complacent.

After a while, I couldn't help but eat noodles voraciously while taking a selfie, logging into Facebook, and finding a friend with a dachshund with a profile picture of a dachshund with a user's name, "Sanwei Ali", and a message was attached, "Look at my new image after losing weight, are you handsome?"

After a while, Sanwei Ali returned a pig head expression sticking out her tongue and spitting out, "This is too big to repair. Other people's beautiful photos are photo editing, and your beautiful photos are reincarnation!"

After seeing the reply, Zhang Muzi curled his lips and swept away a large bowl of beef noodles, he left a message with great enthusiasm: "You are jealous of saying this. I ate two giant burgers for dinner... braised pork rice, plus a bowl of egg flower soup, enough for you to eat for a week, but now I am thinner than you. I was surrounded by a group of girls to take a photo."

A few minutes later, Sanwei Ali's reply appeared on his mobile phone screen, "The only way out for your eating method is to go to Rima to practice sumo wrestling. At that time, there may be a group of fat women who want to take a photo with you.

Oh, we can’t talk anymore. Our ward is here and we need to rest. I’ll pull my slut, good night.”

Zhang Muzi glanced at it, shook his head and left a message, "I really don't understand whether you are in jail or in school. Is it really that good to be an idol?"

After a while, the last reply came, "Did you forget to act and sing be my ideal since I was a child? I've slept, good night." Then the avatar of Sanwei Ali darkened.

Seeing that his friend had already been offline, Zhang Muzi put away his cell phone boredly, drank the last few sips of egg flower soup, stood up and walked out of the fast food restaurant. After a few steps, he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach. The soup seemed to rush into his throat and could shake out at any time, but he still felt a little hungry in his stomach.

This contradictory feeling was very uncomfortable. He slowed down and came to the main road. He gently rubbed his stomach and walked for a while. Finally, he felt that his stomach was no longer swollen, but the hunger in his stomach became stronger and stronger.

Only then did I feel that the amount of dinner I had eaten today was really exaggerated, and something was wrong. Zhang Muzi stood in the pleasant warm wind on the island and felt cold all over. The complacent mood just now had long disappeared.

After thinking about it, there was no other way, so he hurriedly stopped a taxi and went to the nearest public hospital.

The medical system on Yuantai Island was developed. After hanging up the emergency room, he sat on the bench in the corridor and didn’t wait long before the radio rang out, “Patient Mr. Zhang Muzi asked to go to the second clinic for consultation;

Patient Zhang Muzi…” At the same time, Zhang Muzi’s name began to scroll on the giant screen on the wall, urging him to walk into the clinic.

The emergency room and the temporary treatment room are quite large. Among the two doctors who are receiving treatment, the older one is standing next to Zhang's bed with the help of a nurse and sewing needles for a strong middle-aged man with blood on his shoulders. Zhang Muzi, who had just walked into the door, could only walk to the young doctor and sit down.

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Zhuzhu has three chapters of manuscripts. If this book can reach the top 12 new book list for the signing writers in Qidian, it will be posted at one time to make readers enjoy reading it.
Chapter completed!