Journey with the Ship Girl

Ye Luo took a photo without hesitation, clicked send, and edited the text.

"[Ghost God]: Look, my wife just gave it to me."

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pS: Don't be too late, you guys definitely don't know under what conditions Qingfeng uploaded this chapter...

Testimonials on shelves (recycling flags)

During the Chinese New Year these days, there are several things that are very interesting. Friends who are willing to allocate a little time to listen to the wind, and those who are busy can skip to the end, or cut it out.

On New Year's Eve, 2019.2.4, Qingfeng returned to his hometown with a laptop and a [-]-word manuscript. He confidently thought that he would be on vacation for the next few days, so he would code a [-]-word manuscript with five updates. .

Then, being held by two cousins ​​and elders, I spread out the mahjong blanket, and played mahjong all afternoon + one night amidst the background music of the Spring Festival Gala.

I lost more than a hundred yuan, it’s nothing, I want to have fun during the Chinese New Year.

When Qingfeng returned to the room excitedly and wanted to code, she was surprised to find that the only light source in my room was a yellow light bulb.Yes, it is the kind of tungsten lamp used in the 80s of the last century.

Who can stand it? It’s only a little bit for two or three hours in the middle of the night. It’s too unfriendly to the eyes. I feel that this thing is not as bright as the lights in the hut.

By the way, I am using a Dell laptop.This is also the first time in my life to use its built-in keyboard to code words. The feeling is really indescribable.

On the first day of the new year, 2019.2.5, Qingfeng was crushed by a [-]cm-thick quilt and couldn’t move. She slept for fifteen hours before waking up. The first reaction when she woke up was: woc, I might not be able to sleep tonight.

Then, I played mahjong for another day and lost three oranges and a bottle of hawthorn (drink).From this day on, Qingfeng did not save any manuscripts.

On the second day of the new year, 2019.2.6, I deliberately got up early in the morning, trying to catch up with the progress under the bright sunshine, but Qingfeng forgot that this day was the day when the legendary seven aunts and eight aunts came.

There were sixteen people in the yard, and they conducted in-depth discussions on the younger generation's studies, work, marriage, buying a house, and having a son. During the period, I was surrounded by two cousins, two cousins, and a cousin. out of trouble.

Seizing the opportunity in the afternoon, I immediately slipped away with my mother.Go to grandpa's house, umm, grandpa is an intellectual, so he certainly wouldn't be so embarrassing.

Then comes the important point, grandpa really doesn't embarrass the juniors, but... but there is no internet at home.

It's not that there is no wifi, it's that there is no signal at all.Can you believe it, in this day and age, if Qingfeng wanted to chat with Q water or send a red envelope in a group, he would run to the road outside the door, holding the mobile phone with one hand and spinning the Hot Wheels, trying to catch the slightest signal.

Very good, the light is very bright, and there is no problem with the code word.But at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when the codewords were completed and revised and the chapters were about to be uploaded, Qingfeng fell into deep thought while looking at the bright energy-saving light bulbs.

Well, at night, Qingfeng hasn't done this before, so it's a little exciting to think about it.

So Qingfeng put on socks, shoes, a coat and pants, fully armed with a laptop and mobile phone, and squatted on the side of the road to upload an update at 0:24 in the morning on the street.

It was a very small village, not to mention the street lamps, when it got dark at night, it could only be illuminated by the sky, but there were many stars, and it was very beautiful to look up.

A very interesting experience, a very interesting New Year's Eve.

It's just 2019.2.7, Qingfeng drove three hours back to the city, had dinner at [-]pm, stared at the empty laptop, and Ayanami's wife as the screen saver fell into deep thought.

I heard that women's clothing is the ultimate salvation for every pigeon...

No, no, not there yet.

First count the flags set up years ago:

2019.1.27日0:00~2019.2.8日0:00这个时间里，清风共计收到了8430张推荐票，625张月票，167660打赏，1184刀片。按照那个flag来看，清风需要爆25更。

I choose to die.

I'm sorry, I really can't do it QAQ Even if the breeze doesn't sleep and sleep for a day, it's impossible to write [-] words ah ah ah ah

Of course, Qingfeng is a principled and conscientious author, and will not directly coo.It will be on the shelves after ten o'clock tomorrow. I don't know how much Qingfeng can update, but I will definitely make up for the updates that I owe. Please trust me on this

It’s on the shelves, thanks to Sister Xixi’s love for giving Qingfeng this opportunity; thanks to the friends who have been with Qingfeng all the time, every ticket, every comment, every complaint Qingfeng has been watching, believe me, Qingfeng is far more than you imagined pay more attention to you

Some people also asked if they want to offer a reward... After Qingfeng pays back the 25 updates, let's talk about the reward

In the future, if there is nothing to do, the 4K words will still be updated twice a day; if there is any accident, Qingfeng will ask for leave in advance.

That's it, wait for a more free one

Breeze's Prayer

2019.2.8

By the way, after much deliberation, it is better to send a photo of women's clothing to anger the people

Chapter Seventeen A Small Bet

There is always a slight salty smell in the air by the sea, but as long as you fall asleep, you won't know anything.

Just like girls are usually sick and delicate, and they will hold a bottle of water and ask you to help you unscrew the bottle cap. At this time, don't think that they are like this, why don't you bring a courier and try it?

When Ye Luo woke up from a sleepy nap, she was surprised to find that the three girls hadn't rested at all, but were still excitedly gathered around the table, fiddling with something excitedly.

After getting the camera, the girls seemed to have turned on some kind of switch. They dragged him to stop and go, and revisited the places they had walked in the morning; That moment was purposefully reserved.

How should I put it, seeing the girls happy, Ye Luo was naturally happy too; but later, when they threatened to kill them directly in the ship's mother headquarters and ask Gridley to help develop the photos, Ye Luo had to stop them.

Not to mention that this is actually of the same nature as a terrorist attack, Master Ye Luo, an ordinary person, really can't run anymore.

I stumbled back to the hotel and fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, a few girls chatted energetically.

What should I do? If they...um, if they can do things for such a long time, Master Ye Luo might die from overwork properly.

Back pain.