Celestial Masters Alliance

In the name of wood, I asked Bai Xue to help install a landline at Grandma's house. Bai Xue happily accepted the task and completed the task neatly before the start of the new semester, and also gave me the news of the big locust tree.

The big locust tree sank into the ground due to the earthquake, and a huge pit sank around the locust tree due to the earthquake. The grandmother took the lead in filling the pit to prevent it from turning into a puddle when the snow melted in spring. Listening to Bai Xue's description, the place has become a flat land.

Of course there will be no casualties to people on the ground because the earthquake is man-made.

The yard of Grandma's house collapsed, but the house was fine. The local government arranged a new residence and suggested that Grandma move, but no one could move her, so the matter was stopped there and there was no further comment.

After we got on the phone, I called my grandma every now and then, and so did Mu Mu, but the conversations always stayed at superficial pleasantries and never made any breakthrough.

After the sutures were removed from my feet, I devoted myself to the backlog of work in the shop. When I was busy, I often looked at the peace of the moment. Did the feather arrow I gave to Shan Yu really start a civil war among the tattoo gangs? Am I at peace now because they are fighting and have no time to care about me? I always feel that the peace at this moment is too extraordinary and too disturbing.

I borrowed a professional camera to take the other three pictures composed of silk scarves and jade locks. Not only did I save them on my computer and USB flash drive, I also printed them out and sent a copy to Mu Mu. However, these three places are really hard to find. Our motherland is vast and rich, and it is not easy to find a small and unknown scenery. Mumu had no clue after receiving the picture. I can only investigate slowly in my spare time.

Time flies, and the leaves have fallen and sprouted again and become lush. After a busy day, I dragged my tired body back home. The door opened, and Maomao did not give me the warm hug as usual. I was stunned for a moment and realized that all the lights in the living room were on, the sound of the TV was deafening, and the trumpet was deafening. He was slumped on the sofa, his legs dangling on the coffee table, Jixiang was nestled in his arms, and Maomao was lying at his feet diligently. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiaoba turned his head and glanced at me and scolded me: "You came back so late!"

I was happy to see that my family was popular, but I still walked over quickly, kicked Xiaoba's feet off the coffee table and asked, "Why are you back?"

Xiaoda curled his lips, turned down the sound of the TV and said: "I'm going to be an intern now! I can't support myself with the basic salary of an intern. If I stay at home, people will laugh at me for chewing on my old age. I'll move I come back to live with you and chew you to show how filial I am." He winked at me with a flattering look on his face, which made my skin crawl.

I stared into Xiaoba's eyes. Soon, his eyes began to wander from side to side. Finally, he sighed, shrugged his shoulders and gave up resistance: "Oh! Okay! I had a fight with my dad again. He knows that I It was time for an internship, so they privately assigned me to a position in the Municipal Propaganda Department without even saying hello to me."

"Isn't that great? It's better than having to be humble and go find the unit to implement it!" I sat down next to the trumpet and consoled me.

"Didn't I tell you years ago that I had found an opportunity to intern at a TV station? I don't care, I have to go to the TV station. You know, I want to be a news reporter, why should I go to the Propaganda Department? ? My dad also got me a place and asked me to take the civil service exam. He said I could stay and work in the Propaganda Department. Tsk! It’s so funny!” Xiaoba crossed his hands angrily, with disdain written all over his face.

"I think Uncle Gang's arrangement is quite good. Your personality is too impulsive and reckless, and being a reporter is a high-risk profession..." Before I could finish my words, Xiaodao sat up straight on the sofa and spoke with an incredible tone. He looked at me fiercely, then stood up quickly, walked back to his room, and closed the door with a bang.

Jixiang was frightened by the loud slamming of the door and hid under the sofa, while Maomao huddled beside the sofa and looked at me carefully. I was embarrassed by the sudden outburst from the trumpet and had to sigh heavily.

I know that Xiaoba’s dream is to work as a reporter on the front line. Uncle Gang is usually mean to me, but Xiaoba is his biological son. Although his behavior this time is a bit arbitrary, when you think about it carefully, it is for Xiaoba’s good.

Poor parents in the world, every parent knows that their children must fall down before they can learn to get up, but every parent can't control their hands, always protecting their children's sides, trying not to let their children fall, because this It is a subconscious instinct. If you want to change this instinct, you must also change your breathing instinct.

I looked at Xiaoba's closed door, sighed and shook my head. Telling him this truth now would undoubtedly hit a snag. I changed my shoes and went out.

When I came back, Xiaoba's door was still closed. I knocked lightly and said, "You haven't eaten anything today! I bought KFC, come out and eat something!"

After a while, Xiaoba walked out of the house unsteadily. He glanced at me, sat down at the dining table and ate his food without ceremony. I pulled up the chair opposite him and sat down and asked, "When will you report to the TV station?"

"Tomorrow!" He answered vaguely with something in his mouth.

I took out my wallet and pulled out a card and put it on the table: "Take this. When you go to the unit, you must build a good relationship with your colleagues and look for opportunities to become regular employees! I can't give you any advice on how to deal with interpersonal relationships. I don't have any advice on the unit. No acquaintance can take care of you, you have to figure it out yourself!"

Xiaoba's eyes lit up and he looked at me gratefully and said, "Thank you, brother! I knew you would support me!" As he said that, he put the card away with a pair of oily hands.

"You should save some money, there is the money I saved to marry my wife, and there is also the gift money for your wooden brother to marry a wife!" I warned seriously.

"Ah? You still worry about him!" Xiaoba was a little surprised.

"Mumu is different from you. Although Uncle Gang and you quarrel all the time, they still worry a lot about each other, so of course there is no need for me. As for Mumu, besides grandma and me, who else will worry about him?" I said softly. Sighed.

Xiaoba nodded and said nothing.

"If one day I'm no longer here, can you consider Mu Mu as your brother for my sake?" I asked solemnly, looking at Xiaoba.

"Not mentioning life and death together, let's just say that you secretly ran to Fenghuang Mausoleum. When I called you, he ran to find you. This shows that this person is very loyal. I will tell you whether he is a brother who cares about your face or not!" Xiao Xiao Ba paused and glanced at Maomao who was chewing bones under the table. The jade lock hanging on Maomao's neck followed Maomao's movements and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"There are some things I can't understand, but I can support you just like you support me! Note, I don't support you to die!"

I crossed the table, put a hand on Xiaoba's shoulder and said tightly: "Don't worry!"

After Xiaoba entered the TV station as an intern, he moved back to live with me. My mother came over several times to complain that Uncle Gang was angry at home all day long because of this incident. To arrange work for Xiaoba, Uncle Gang licked his face and begged many people. The roads were paved, but people did not walk on the paved roads. Uncle Gang wanted to use my mother to find out whether I had funded Xiaoda, and he still held on to the last glimmer of hope to get his son back on the right path.

In the morning, Xiaosi called me suddenly and asked me to get up and go back to the store: "Brother Mo! There is a man in the store, saying he is your relative. Come down and have a look!" Xiaosi's tone was full of inquiry and uncertainty.

"My relative? What's his name?" I asked in a daze.

"Huang Xiao!"