"Little brother, do you want a plate?"
The fat man wiped the glistening round sweat on his forehead, and his eyes fell on the opposite sister-in-law. He could not help but disdain: Cut, take the child out to sell, really dedicated.
"One woman versus four men is absolutely enough - it's still in Mandarin."
The last sentence was very timely, pulling the fat man's legs back, as if he knew he was patriotic.
Seeing the fat guy's lax eyes began to focus quickly, the considerate sister-in-law quickly pulled out a CD and handed it to him.
Sweat, do tricks. When the sister-in-law lifted her skirt, the fat man's small eyes were twice as big as those of the spotlight, and his waist was clearly filled with CDs. This skill is a bit inferior to selling CDs.
Glancing around, the fat man grabbed the CD with the smell of body temperature and sweat in a flash. His eyes glanced at it, his heart was determined, and he put the CD into his pocket.
For nothing else, it's easy to hold a child in the hot weather and fight a guerrilla war with the city management. It's ten yuan
After wasting a whole day's energy and sweat in the talent market, the fat man dragged his already heavy legs back to the place where he stayed.
A bed occupied more than half of the room. The fat man threw his body of 200 kg onto it directly. The wooden bed gave out a lewd groan, which sounded extremely enchanting.
"Huang Liang, the room charge." The moan finally attracted the landlord's aunt.
"It's only the 29th today, let's pay it tomorrow." Fat Huang Liang struggled to sit up from the bed, trying to squeeze out a sincere smile on his fat face, but it was more ugly than crying.
It was so easy to coax the landlord's aunt away. Huang Liang searched out all his possessions and came up with just 240 yuan. Ten yuan less was enough to pay half a month's rent.
Although the fat man has always been open-minded and happy with the situation - of course, in the eyes of the landlord, he has no ambition and is muddling along - this time he also knows that he is finally at the end of his tether.
No job, no car, no house, no wife. The "four no's" youth in the new era flashed their eyes with grief and indignation. They bent down resolutely, pulled out a box from under the bed, and took out the only three bags of instant noodles.
He sweated heavily to fill his stomach. Huang Liang belched contentedly - fat people are really easy to be satisfied - and then took out a woman and four men from his pocket. As the old saying goes, he was full of thought.
Start up the grandfather's computer, insert the disc into the CD drive, and the fat man puts on the headset and starts to enjoy the blockbuster.
"It's really Mandarin!" The fat man growled, and his spirit was even more excited.
"Monkey King, you stole the Moonlight Treasure Box from the Zixia Fairy..." Looking at the white clothed Guanyin in the picture, the fat man's head was a little short circuited: why is he so familiar.
Until the chirpy Tang Monk appeared, the fat man finally came to his senses and "leaned" with the Monkey King played by the Star Master in the picture.
When talking about traveling west, he bought a pirated Moonlight Box for ten yuan. The fat man was silent and wept. A mosquito sounded in his ear: "Wukong, I told you not to throw things about. What should you do if you hit the children? If you can't hit the children, it's bad to hit the flowers and plants..."
He couldn't figure out how to make a big talk about traveling to the west with "one woman versus four men".
The universe broke out completely. Huang Liang grabbed his fleshy fist and pounded it at the monitor: "Moonlight treasure box, go to hell!"
Very strange, a circle of ripples appeared on the display, and then put out the fire completely. But the fat man's hand suddenly sank, and a rectangular wooden box appeared in front of him.
The box is one foot long and half foot wide. It is a bit like an old tool box. There are four simple seal characters shining on it - Moonlight Treasure Box.
Really? The fat man studied the box over and over for a long time, and finally determined one problem: even if the monitor was broken, it would never be able to hide this thing inside.
The Moonlight Treasure Box allows you to travel through time and space freely, which has developed. Fat man usually reads yy novels, and he firmly believes that all these are true.
"The bleak life will be rewritten soon, and the legendary story will be staged soon." The fat man kept circling, and he had made up his mind to try.
This is not risky. No matter what era you have passed through, it may not be worse than now. Fat people have a good idea.
Half an hour later, the smiling face of the moon finally appeared. The fat man slipped out of the house as a thief, holding the wooden box. I found a secluded place. The fat man knelt on the ground piously, and the quiet moonlight shone on the wooden box. Everything seemed so real.
When he resolutely opened the wooden box, the fat man shouted, "Pineapple and jackfruit --"
"Mom, I want to eat jackfruit." A sweet child's voice came over, and the fat man secretly sweated: the curse was mispronounced, and the children thought it was a stall keeper.
Try to recall that the fat man's solemn and powerful voice once again sounded "Prajna Prajna Mi!"
The moonlight all around suddenly went crazy and converged crazily on the wooden box in the hands of the fat man. The fat man who had been ordinary for 28 years now became extremely sacred.
At the moment when the white light disappeared, a small, tender hand grabbed the fat man's arm and said, "Uncle, I want to buy jackfruit."
Then, two figures, one big and one small, were swept away by the white light and disappeared completely.
The fat man did not care about the stinging pain from his buttocks and got up from the grass excitedly. He succeeded because there were no neon signs of high-rise buildings around.
Before I could look around carefully, a dark shadow fell from the sky and knocked the fat man down again.
By the bright moonlight, looking at the little girl with a princess skirt in her arms and a bow tie on her head, the fat man was dumbfounded: Is this my little angel?
The little girl turned her big black bean eyes twice, pointed her white fingers at the fat man, grinned, and cried, "Uncle Strange -"
The fat man sweated wildly. He vaguely recalled that when he was chanting, it seemed that some children wanted to buy jackfruit, so they would not follow him through time and space, would they?
Because they are fat, fat people have always had a good relationship with children. They often get good people cards from children. It's the first time that they are called Uncle Strange by pointing their nose today.
Try to fill his face with kindness: "Little sister, I'm not blaming my uncle."
But the kid's vigilance obviously exceeded the fat man's expectation. He jumped up nimbly from the fat man and ran: "I want to go home, Qiqi wants to find his mother -"
The fat man dared not snub him and climbed up to catch up with him. In the middle of the night, and I don't know where it is, fat people dare not ask her to run around.
A few minutes later, the fat man grabbed Little Laurie and had already been sweating heavily. He plopped on the ground, gasping and gasping, "Little sister, can you blame me for being an uncle?"
But in the little girl's mind, the strange uncle is neither fat nor thin: "Qiqi doesn't care, Qiqi wants to go home - wuwu -"
The fat man was bewildered by her crying. His head was white and sweaty. Suddenly he saw the wooden box in his hand and had an idea: "Your name is Qiqi. Don't cry. Uncle will send you back now."
The crying stopped. Qiqi's big furry eyes were still glistening with tears in the moonlight: this strange uncle and his mother said something different.
He told little Laurie to hold his arm, and the fat man began to chant: "Prajna Prajna Mi."
There was no response at all. The moonlight around me was still pouring like water.
The fat man's voice was almost hoarse, but the Moonlight Treasure Box still had no response. Little Laurie finally had a response, and she once again showed her Zen: "You - lie."
The fat man threw the wooden box to the ground in chagrin, "Shit, I regret coming to this broken place, I can't go back."
Then he picked up the wooden box and threw it into the distance. The legendary Moonlight Treasure Box drew a wonderful arc in the air, flew more than ten meters, made a splash, and seemed to fall into the water.
Maybe the fat man's anger had a deterrent effect, and Qiqi's crying finally stopped. She looked at the fat man pathetically and said, "Uncle Strange, I'm thirsty."
"I'm not blaming my uncle!" fat man roared. Little Laurie is really in trouble. However, he also felt that his voice was angry. Maybe he had just run too hard, and fat people never took part in exercise.
Stand up and walk to the place where the wooden box was thrown, because just now I seem to hear the sound of falling into the water. Qiqi looked around and followed.
A stone well appeared in front of the fat man. The water surface was very high. Along the well, the round moon was reflected on it, as bright as the one in the sky.
That wooden box really floats on the water, like a small wooden boat. The fat man bent down with difficulty, scooped up half of the well water with a wooden box, put it under his nose and smelled it. There was no strange smell, so he drank two mouthfuls first. It was very sweet, and the anger in his mouth disappeared.
He handed the wooden box to Qiqi. Fat man sat on the stone platform beside the well and began to be in a daze. A sense of inexplicable fear ran through his heart.
"Uncle, I'm sleepy." The sleeping devil drove away the fear in the little girl's heart. She snuggled up in the arms of the strange uncle and fell asleep, with two sparkling tears hanging on her eyelashes.
"No sleep." Although the fat man reminded himself not to sleep in this strange place, his eyelids were extremely heavy and he soon fell asleep.
A light white light emanates from two people, one big and one small, like a white fog, covering their interdependent bodies, showing a bit strange. The ancient well, like them, also scatters a white light column.
But the fat man has become a dead pig and knows nothing about the changes around him.
