Little milk dad big star

Chapter 200 Creative Advertising
Zhang Ming is already in his 30s this year, and he has been smoking since he was a teenager, and he has been smoking for nearly 20 years. He is a veritable old smoker.

One day, after Zhang Ming got off work, he dragged his tired body back home and looked at the clock on the wall at six o'clock. Although he was a little hungry, he really didn't want to move, and he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while, feeling a little bored, I took the remote control on the side, turned on the TV, and switched directly to the Pearl River Channel, because at seven o'clock, there was a TV series I wanted to watch.

Sit up and open, pick up the cigarettes on the side, take out one of them, put it in your mouth, pick up the lighter, lower your head to light the cigarette, take a deep breath, spit out the smoke, and waft it into the air, you are in good spirits many.

"Hi uncle, can I borrow something from you?"

"Borrow what?"

"Borrow a fire from you?"

"What are you doing with fire?
"I want to smoke"

"That's not okay, children can't smoke"

"Does that mean you can smoke when you grow up?"

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At this time, a melodious wind chime and a childish voice came out from the TV, and the numbness eased down. Looking up at the TV, a little girl with an innocent face was fighting with the street without fear. Strangers communicate.

Zhang Ming couldn't help straightening his body, looking at this distinctive public service advertisement carefully, he seemed a little dazed, and murmured, "When did the advertisement do the same thing? small video"

As the picture progressed, Zhang Ming looked at the little note with curiosity, wanting to find out, but it never appeared in the camera. He took a sip of the cigarette in his hand and spit out the smoke, feeling much better.

"Sister, this piece of paper is for you, goodbye"

Following the appearance of these words, the little girl walked away, and the camera stopped on a woman with light makeup, who opened the paper with the same curiosity, revealing a few scrawled handwriting.

"Since you know how to love me, why don't you know how to love yourself?"

Zhang Ming paused with his hand holding the cigarette, and looked at the big characters on it, as if something touched his heart, his eye circles were reddish.

Looking at the burning cigarette in his hand again, he sighed, extinguished it, and threw it into the ashtray, a rare thought came to his mind.

Xiao Yan is a 16-year-old girl. What is her occupation? She is naturally a high school student. She has long black hair and a round face. Yandi's father curled his lips and said angrily, "Dad, didn't you agree to quit smoking~"

Listening to Xiao's father who was numb and soft to the depths of his heart, he looked at the cigarette in his hand, took another puff, extinguished it and threw it into the ashtray, and said with a smile, "Girl, haven't I quit smoking?" "

"Hmph, we agreed not to smoke," Xiao Yan snorted, and hung the schoolbag on the shelf in the corner.

"Okay, okay, let's eat quickly." Father Xiao put a bowl of rice in front of his daughter, and said softly.

Xiao Yan expressed her anger and didn't reply. She turned on the TV, picked up the remote control, and changed the channel in a bored way.

Father Xiao smiled wryly, his face changed, and he said in a deep voice, "It's time for dinner, let's watch after eating."

Xiao Yan was still a little afraid that her father would get angry, so she put down the remote control, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate the rice hard without adding food.

Father Xiao had no choice but to put something in the opponent's bowl.

"Hi sister, can I borrow something from you?"

"Little girl, play while playing, I don't have time to talk to you"

"Just borrow something, okay, it will be soon, and it won't disturb you"

"Didn't I tell you? I don't have time to talk to you"

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Hearing such a conversation from the TV, the father and daughter of the Xiao family looked up, and when they saw the innocent little girl, their eyes lit up.

"How could such a cute little girl be murdered by someone? I really hate that woman," Xiao Yan said angrily.

Based on his daughter's greatest thoughts, Father Xiao nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Sister, I want to borrow a fire"

"What are you doing with fire? Children are not allowed to play with fire"

"No, sister, I'll use the fire to light a cigarette"

"No, children can't smoke, give me the cigarette"

But as the picture progressed, the two had a different impression of the woman with light makeup.

The woman with light makeup changed from her bad attitude at the beginning, to her smile later, and even the reddish eye circles at the end, all changed after communicating with the little girl. It is not difficult to see how attractive a little girl with no intentions is people.

Just like that, the Xiao family father and daughter looked at the surprisingly long advertisement for a period of time, until at the end, there was a scribbled handwriting, and they murmured, "Since you know how to cherish me, why don't you know how to cherish yourself?"

Xiao Yan felt sour in her heart, her eyes were reddish, "Dad"

Father Xiao nodded, took out the cigarettes in his pocket, threw them into the trash can, and smiled at his daughter without saying anything.

Somewhere to rent:
The old walls, the wet corners, the wall skin has long since peeled off, the lights are dim, and the old-fashioned TV set in the corner is flickering.

A sloppy man sat in the middle of the room, dozens of wine bottles were placed on the floor, an unpleasant smell was permeating the room, he looked drunk, picked up a bottle of wine again, opened the bottle cap with his teeth, and drank heavily After taking a sip, he drank the whole bottle and burped.

Just when I was about to pick up another bottle, a familiar voice came from the TV. I couldn't help but turned my head and looked towards the TV. It's just that I was drunk at the moment. Even when I was watching the TV, two things appeared. There are overlapping shadows, not to mention the figures in it.

"Hi uncle, can I borrow a fire from you?"

"I'm going to set it on fire"

"Can I smoke when I grow up? Uncle"

"Uncle, this is for you"

Hearing the familiar voice beside his ears, he opened his eyes wide and tried hard to see the figure in front of him clearly, but there were still overlapping shadows. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard. After looking again, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said cursingly, "Smiling so happily, sure enough, the dead Sanba must have had an affair with that kid."

"Wait for you to come back and see if I beat you, little bastard"

"Do you like staying with that little boy so much?"

As the picture progressed, when I saw those scrawls, I couldn't help being stunned, and murmured, "Since you know how to cherish me, why don't you know how to cherish yourself?"

The scruffy face kept changing expressions, such as regret, remorse, bitterness, helplessness, etc. A series of complex expressions, and then burst into tears, with a sad appearance, like a child, which scared the tenant next door and muttered Neuropathy.

Five minutes later, the sloppy man walked towards the window drunkenly, his eyes were empty, as if he had no memory of the world at all.

　Thanks to Bixuemeidi Qianshang, the first hall master appeared, and I made up another update, thank you for your support, please collect and recommend, thank you

　　


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