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Volume One Early Morning Empire Chapter 88 The Birth of the Great Shameless Penpal

Looking at the white paper that fell on the feet, the fat young man named Chen Pipi stunned slightly. His eyes as fine as rice grains turned a few times. It was extremely difficult to squeeze two wrinkles on the bun-like cheeks, indicating the heart of the moment. Suspicious, and then he thought for a long time, and finally made a very difficult decision. He crouched féi's fat body very painfully, reached out his short and cute right hand, picked up the paper with difficulty, and then gasped for a few breaths.

"Being fat is really the poorest thing in the world."

Chen Pipi trembles with smooth féi tender thick mouth net, self-pity and Ai You complained, and then looked down at the writing on the paper, and then read out subconsciously: "Go upstairs again, go upstairs again, before all Worry, at this time all rest, I was originally a young man who was playing with firewood on the shore of Bibi Lake. Why did he insist that the learners say that the sky is cold, and it should be noted that today is not autumn ... "

"Being fat is not the poorest thing in the world. If this fat man is a genius fat man." He looked at the writing on the paper with compassion, guessing that it must be a painful thought of a new student in the college. He shook his head and said in sympathy: "This is my Compared to a genius, ordinary talents like you are truly pitiful. "

The world of mortal and genius is always incommunicable. Chen Pipi can understand the poor man ’s distress and despair, but he did not intend to treat the other person ’s pain as his own pain. Feel free to comment a few words, and then put the thin paper back on the shelf and hold it. With the "Qihaixueshan preliminary exploration" he wanted to prepare to leave.

Suddenly he turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at the dense handwriting on it, and raised his eyebrows slightly on the smooth and full forehead. He was surprised and said: "This guy's words are well written."

With amazement, he reinserted the paper into the bookshelf and prepared to leave again. He turned around again, took out the tissue paper again, looked at it again for a long while, and exclaimed: "It's not good, it's good."

yù left, Chen Pipi showed that his behavior at this moment was abnormal and ridiculous. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at the mood of the poor guy on the paper, murmured to himself: "Does Master Haotian think You are too pitiful, so use this good word to persuade me to help you this poor person? "

Sometimes people just need an excuse to make a decision, even if it is a born excuse, tonight's Chen Pipi does not know that what he will do next will change a person's life in a sense, he just wants to do something So the thing was done, and from this point of view he was indeed more free and easy than a poor man.

He walked to the bookcase beside the east window and sat down, staring at the starlight shining through the window, Chen Pipi looked at the poor man's next words with féi's thick fingers tapping the window from time to time, and there were night birds outside the window Whisper.

"On the 17th of entering the building, I worked hard every day, but I couldn't fix my words. I could only watch them slip away. I was awake, and I fell into dark sweet dreams for no reason, but they always Not here. "

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are true, why can't I remember them? If they exist between truth and falseness, then the ink that writes them is true or not Falseness? Is the paper carrying them real or false? "

After reading these words, Chen Pipi groaned, and his fat face was full of disapproval, like a boy who had eaten countless bowls of authentic dry noodles on Zhongshan Road in Xicheng since his childhood saw a certain spicy sauce The poor worm with a frowning face but no idea how to stir it, a kind of pride and arrogance came out of his heart.

In the evening, the ink was rubbed, the starlight sprinkled into the ink, and Chen Pipi used féi's fat fingers to grab the delicate pen used by the sister, and behind the thin paper, he dashed out and explained it to him. The fat body is different, and the tiny fly-like script on the paper is extremely delicate and delicate.

"Poor fellow, don't believe what a mountain is not a mountain, a mountain, a mountain or something like that. If Master Haotian is giving us these questions all day long, will it be too boring?"

"The things that exist objectively are of course true, such as the handwriting in this book, which is more real than my pride and self-confidence at this time. Although the Rune Master has worked on these handwritings, you must believe that it is true. If you ca n’t believe it yourself, then your eyes will naturally not believe it. "

"The writing is an objective and real existence, and the paper is also an objective and real existence. It ’s just that the paper and the word are reflected against the net light outside the window, reflecting into your eyes that you do n’t know are serious, and then you ’re smart because you do n’t know. Still confused ... I guess it's confused ... As soon as my mind understands, it becomes a false existence. "

"Net light reflected on the paper is already an explanation, you see it is another explanation, you try to understand it is another explanation, the explanation is often misunderstanding, the more you explain, the more things will look like the original Different."

"If you feel that this is not understandable, then this genius has to be forced to use the crudest example method: the objective truth of things is like a beautiful woman with a whole body, which can only be accepted and does not need to be understood by you and me, like The beautiful woman with a red body, no matter if her ng is big, her **** is round or warped, the clusters under her belly are thick or thin or thick or thin, this is objective and true, you ca n’t change her. "

"And when you go to see her sèmímí, think about how beautiful she is and want to go to her, these thoughts will become a piece of clothing. Every time you think about it and try to understand it, you will be there. Put on a dress on the beauty of the mí people, until the end you have forgotten what she looked like at first, how big is her ng department. "

"How to solve this problem? The method is very simple. Remember the moment when I first saw her without clothes, no matter if she was a saint nv in the Dahe Kingdom or Ye Hongyu in the Xiling Temple, do n’t think about it, do n’t ask about it. Don't play the piano, just go straight up and do her simple and rough! The nv people are used to be fucked! Not for you to understand! "

The ink pen expressed ng straightly, swayed and swayed, Chen Pipi threw the book, his face was flying, and he felt satisfied. He was regarded as an unborn genius since he was a child, but for many years he has studied with Daxian and Gaoren, and only those who have listened to the teaching honestly, how could there be such an unscrupulous opportunity to teach others, he praised himself:

"Though the words are vulgar but not rough, I only hope that you will not be fooled by these words until you get rid of them."

After the ink was blown away by the night breeze outside the east window, he stood up proudly, and walked back to the bookshelf in three steps. The féu on his face was shaken and trembling. He clipped the piece of paper back to "A Preliminary Study of Qihai Snow Mountain", and he was too lazy to care about gambling with the basic textbooks tonight.

Just as he was about to put the thin book on the recycling rack, he suddenly flashed a bit of hesitation on his fat face, thinking of helping the poor guy, it was a serious violation of the rules of the old bookstore, but then he remembered the teacher said In another sentence, the eyes resembling green bean grains rolled around, stuffed the book into the shelf, and then walked away.

"Rules, just a fart."

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Ning Que left Lin 47 Lane before dawn, and returned to Chang'an City when the night was deep. Today, although he walked down the old library for the first time in history, when the carriage entered Chang'an South Mén, the night had changed. It was extremely deep.

Chu Youxian worried about his body, today he was waiting for him to return to the city together. When the two carriages stopped at the mén entrance of Lao Bi Zhai in turn, the wealthy Dongcheng protruded from the second carriage and looked at Xiangpu Ning Que walked with admiration and said: "Regardless of the previous dissuasion to persuade Xie Chengyun to go downstairs, Ning Que, I really didn't expect you to be so arrogant, report grievance with virtue, extraordinary temperament, elegant and noble ...

Ning Que stood at Lao Bi Zhai mén and turned to smile and looked at him and said, "Although I will continue to listen and see how many good words you can come up with to compliment me, I must be honest and advise San Gongzi I did n’t go downstairs because I was worried about his body ... I just saw the place where he sat cross-legged every day, where he could get the sun. "

"Don't love being flattered for doing good deeds, you have to find a reason to pickle up, you guys."

Chu Youxian laughed and scolded, and ordered Jia Ding to leave the Linxiang 47 in a carriage.

Ning Que smiled and drove away with his sleeves empty, then walked into the shop, took the towel from Sang Sang and covered it in his face, then the whole person collapsed in the circle chair, as if all bones and strength were empty general.

Since the beginning of boarding the building, every night back to Lin 47, there will be a hot towel for him to restore the jīng God, Sang Sang calculated the time when he went home, and then wiped the towel with boiling water to ensure The temperature will be good.

Under the steaming white towel, Ning Que's tired voice came out: "Today's appetite is still not good, just make a bowl of fried egg noodles."

Sang Sang yelled softly, but did not leave. He stood quietly beside the circle chair and looked at the towel and heat on Ning Que's face. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Master, tomorrow ... Don't go . "

Do n’t look at Ning Que in the academy can still talk to people, and can also tell three or two jokes with Chu Youxian, only he and Sang Sang know that these days forced to go to the building to read, brought to his body and jīng God What kind of wear and tear, every day when he returned from the academy to the city, he did not even have the strength to speak painfully and weakly, but because of the vomiting was too strong, every night this meal must be swallowed with great willpower.

Hear the sound of Sang Sang ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Ning Que looked at the white velvet forest transformed into a white towel in front of her eyes, feeling the spicy heat and humidity between her nose and nose, after a long silence , Forcibly added some light smiles to the voice, and said, "I didn't take you out to play a few days before the college retreat. Tomorrow ... I won't go to the college tomorrow. By the way, I met the idiot princess in the college today. , She wants you to play, let's go tomorrow. "

Sang Sang uncovered the scarf that had become warm and greasy on his face, reached out and squeezed his eyebrows for him seriously, and said with a shy smile: "His Royal Highness wants to see me? I like it too."

Ning Que closed her eyes, feeling that the disgust of her eyebrows was driven away by the cold, thin fingertips, and sighed comfortably, saying, "Taking advantage of this, I will strike out the second name tomorrow."

Sang Sang's fingertips resting on his eyebrows slightly stiffened and looked down slightly at her broken embroidered shoes. For this matter, she didn't seem to like it very much.

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(The problem with the canvassing chapter in the last day came, beeping, the cold suddenly became heavy, and I would never dare to say that kind of blandishness again, I wish you all a happy last day of the holiday.)