After a peaceful day of classes at school, I went to the ordinary elementary school to pick up Ling Dang after school as usual. After waiting at the door for a short time, Ling Ding came out. With him was the little fat kid. Regarding this scene, I

I'm used to it too.

"Boss!" the little fat boy shouted at me. I quickly waved my hand and corrected him: "I have told you so many times, just call me brother. Calling me boss sounds really awkward."

The little fat boy looked at the bell, then at me, then frowned his little eyebrows. After thinking for a while, he said directly: "Well, okay uncle, I understand."

Suddenly, I vomited out a mouthful of old blood. Can't the little brats nowadays wink? Uncle? Are you talking about me? I'm obviously so young, okay? I'm only nineteen years old.

I looked at the little fat boy angrily. The other person obviously knew that I said the wrong thing, but refused to accept it and wanted me to say the right thing again.

I looked at him helplessly, and Lingdangdao looked at me gloatingly.

"Okay, okay, let's go, your dad is waiting for you over there." I was too lazy to talk to this little kid anymore, so I quickly urged him to leave and pointed to his dad standing on the other side of the road.

The little fat boy was guided by me and saw his parents. He nodded his head, said hello to the bell, and ran away.

"Low IQ is contagious. You should play less with him in the future." I looked at the little fat boy's back and pouted at Lingdang. Lingdang shook her head in tears: "Okay, daddy, are you here?"

Why are you so depressed? He is just a child."

As he said that, Bell was already walking towards the alley that he had to take to go home. I quickly caught up with him, but unexpectedly, within two steps of running, the phone in my pocket rang.

"Do you miss him? Or are you just deceiving yourself and others?

You obviously love me, but you don't want to show it too obviously. If you don't get what you want, you will be infected with many of your habits.

Each made their own plans, and easily challenged the other's bottom line.

Just one step away from reaching the end of the road, they held hands and separated. One step away from falling into the abyss and unable to survive.

If you don’t do it, life will be short and no one will be a god.

One step too late to change the sheets. One step too late to spend all the warmth on you.

I was busy picking around and thinking about it secretly at night."

This ringtone is my favorite song recently, so I didn’t care who called me and just listened to the ringtone patiently. I didn’t answer the phone until it rang a second time.

stand up.

"Hello? Old man?" After reading the note that it was Mr. Zhao, I immediately changed my tone and greeted him in relaxed and cheerful words.

Mr. Zhao over there was obviously angry. As soon as he heard my voice, he immediately said anxiously: "Boy, what's going on with you? I wanted to contact you yesterday, but I couldn't reach you. I didn't answer the phone or text message."

Why? You don’t want to do it anymore? If you don’t want to do it, just tell me, okay?”

Hearing what the other party said, I grinned and secretly smiled bitterly. I lost contact for a day yesterday, so Mr. Zhao and the others must have come to me to do some work.

But I didn't bother to play with my phone, and even set it to silent. So I didn't receive calls from any of them.

It is conceivable that Mr. Zhao might be able to breathe out fire.

So, I let Mr. Zhao yell on the other end of the phone and waited quietly until the other party said he was tired, and Lingdang and I were almost reaching the door.

Mr. Zhao finally stopped, and then began to breathe heavily. I quickly comforted him and let him calm down. Unexpectedly, I just said a few words, and Mr. Zhao directly asked: "What? I said so much

, you guys don’t even explain it?”

"It's my fault for not answering the phone. Why should I refute? It will only make you more angry." I smiled nonchalantly and replied calmly.

Mr. Zhao snorted and said that I am still very self-aware.

I immediately agreed: "That is, I still have some understanding of myself."

As we talked, the conversation between the two of us became more relaxed. Mr. Zhao's anger obviously subsided, and in the end, he even laughed and told me about the farce that happened in the theater yesterday.

Bell walked quietly beside my legs, holding on to my clothes with one hand to guide me to prevent me from falling into the pit while talking on the phone.

At the end of the conversation, Mr. Zhao got down to business. It turned out that the crew distributed benefits yesterday and wanted to give each employee a museum viewing ticket. I was asked to get it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if you go late, you may lose it, and the number of tickets is also limited.

When I heard it was a museum ticket, I immediately lost interest. You said that if you gave me a movie ticket or something, I might consider it.

But I don’t want to go to a place like a museum. I don’t even have the time to take a look.

"Hey? Are you really not going?" Zhao Lao repeated it unwillingly, just when I was about to confirm again that I wasn't going.

The bell next to my legs tugged tightly on the corner of my clothes. I felt the tug and stopped and looked towards the bell. I saw that in the little hand of the bell, I was holding a new mobile phone that was launched not long ago. He was using the Internet.

, bought at a super low price.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there is an exhibition information about a certain museum.

Um, why is it a museum again? I glanced at Lingdang speechlessly. When Lingdang looked at me like this, he knew that I had missed the point. So he poked a corner of the phone screen to show me.

I squinted my eyes and lowered my head, and then I could clearly see what the bell wanted me to see.

It turns out that the thing to be exhibited in the museum this time is actually a dozen female corpses that have passed through for thousands of years but have not decomposed. Each of the female corpses looked as if they were asleep, and their identities were kabuki actors, and their appearance and figure were all above.

Waiting.

The tickets to the museum were sold out within half an hour of being put on sale, which shows that the world is still very interested in the female corpse that has not decayed for thousands of years. After all, with such a big gimmick, people nowadays are extremely interested in some mysterious things.

"Let me go, old man, you just said, what is the name of the museum on the ticket?" I quickly held the phone tightly and asked Zhao Laodao again.

Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, smiled and said the name of the museum, and then grinned: "Why, why do you want to go there all of a sudden?"

"Hey, doesn't it feel like it's good to learn about history sometimes?" With that said, I agreed to go get the tickets. So, after sending the bell home, I rushed out the door.

He came out and hurried towards the crew.
Chapter completed!