From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

"Yeah, my cousin..." Mr. Friday watched Lin Feng tell a story.

At about this time last year, Mr. Friday's cousin came to Room 403 once.

My cousin has never set foot here lightly. He is a bit ostentatious and thinks in his heart that the poor place like Room 403 is not worthy of his boss status.

But he came after all, and the purpose he came was indeed crucial.

The weather on that day was gloomy, and it was a southerly windy day, so the floor and bedding were very humid and gave off a moldy smell.

Outside the south-facing window is an electric wire. I don’t know when a pink T-shirt will be blown down from the upper floor and hung on it.

In the morning, Mr. Friday didn’t know that he was back in the south, he still wiped all the floor and furnishings in the living room as usual. Soon, he fell into a whirlpool of regret, because the floor was soggy and not dry at all. sign.

Mr. Friday turned on the standing electric fan at the wall to let the floor dry faster, and then sat back to the seat at the tea table, ready to drink tea.

While he was boiling the water, he stared at the gray sky outdoors, wondering what he was thinking of.

At this time, accompanied by a bang on the door, the cousin's rough voice sounded outside the door.

"Fifth, are you at home?... Open the door! Open the door!"

"Yes! Here!" Mr. Friday answered as he walked to the hallway.

When the door opened, the cousin was bending over and stomping his feet, trying to shake off the mud on the brown leather shoes.

"It rained a little in the morning, and the door was wet and muddy my shoes." The cousin stretched out his foot and rubbed hard against the rough concrete floor beside him, "New shoes! Fuck!"

Mr. Friday has long been used to his cousin's rude language, and he didn't think much about it at the moment, and invited his cousin to come in and sit down.

The cousin rubbed a few more times, and then walked directly in with muddy shoes, and he literally stepped on the freshly washed floor with shoe prints.

The cousin walked to the chair and sat down, only to see that the flooded floor was dirty by himself.

"You just washed the floor?" the cousin asked, his voice still so powerful.

Mr. Friday said: "Yes."

The cousin said: "Where did I go back to Nantian to wash... the floor was dirty by me."

"Just wait and mop clean again"

Mr. Friday put three freshly washed white porcelain tea cups together, took half a palm of the green tea from the tea bag and put it into the teapot, then he picked up the boiling kettle and poured water into the teapot.

The green tea leaves floated up in the boiling water and slowly loosened. Mr. Friday washed the tea leaves twice with boiling water, the stars and bubbles were cleaned up, and three cups were filled.

"Drink tea." Mr. Friday said.

"Cough cough!" The cousin didn't plan to drink tea. At this time, he coughed slightly, swallowing saliva, and felt that his throat was indeed a bit thirsty. He took a sip from the teacup, blew it, and drank half of it, and then he would see the bottom.

At this time, he took out two packs of hard packs of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out two, threw one to Mr. Friday, and ordered one by himself. Then stack the two packs of cigarettes on the table top.

Exhaling a mouthful of foul smoke, Mr. Friday seemed to relax in a chair. He said:

"Where to celebrate the New Year this year? Here is still going back to the countryside"

The cousin said, "No. Going back to the country for the New Year. The goods in the factory are all out. Fifth, how about you, do you want to go back with me?"

Mr. Friday thought about it and said: "I won't go back. It's meaningless."

My cousin smiled suddenly, laughing too natural, and then said: "Why is it boring? It's fun to go back to eat and drink spicy food for the New Year. What can you do here, it's not just smoking and drinking tea all day long." ..."

As he was talking, the cousin suddenly coughed, took a mouthful of sputum, and then spit the sputum in the ashtray. He calmly continued: "Um...Fifth, your father and your mother are getting older and older. You haven't been home for many years. It's okay to go back and see them during the Chinese New Year."

Mr. Friday pondered and pinched the cigarette butt in his cousin's sputum.

After a while, I said, "Okay. I know, I will find a time to go back after the Chinese New Year."

"Um-OK. Then when will you go home, tell me so I can drive you back."

"good."

"Fifth, you look at you, you are really getting younger and younger. Look at your brother and me again, because the factory is too busy to work, every day for this little business, I am so tired as a dog. Yes, I am faster than the Rockets...I remember we are the same age..."

"Um...you...you should be five months older than me..."

"Oh... yes... I forgot that I was a few months older than you. But you really look so much younger than me. Your skin is so white and there is no trace of age. People who don’t know, still I thought you were a young guy who just graduated from university this year." The cousin laughed again after he finished speaking.

Mr. Friday listened to his cousin's words and felt that his cousin had exaggerated. When he was brushing his teeth this morning, he had just seen himself in the mirror. Because of the daily wind and sun, and poor life, his skin looks dark and dry, his thin face, and his high cheekbones seem to be about to protrude and break the mirror.

How can such a face compare to my cousin. Although the cousin doesn't look good, he looks greasy. This is self-knowledge Mr. Friday still has.

"Cousin laughed..." Mr. Friday replied earnestly.

"To be honest, Changkuan often complained about me. He said I was too old and too ugly. He didn't give him a good-looking skin, which made the school's female students look down on him."

"Well...How old is Changkuan this year?"

"How old? I just graduated from high school last year. The college entrance examination results are like shit. I didn't get into a good university, so I clamored to go out of society. My mother and I just let him go to my friend's school....2.8 Oh! Old! Fifth, you said that parents are also upset. When the child is not growing up, he is worried that he will not be able to take care of himself, and when he grows up, he is worried about his work and life."

Hearing that his cousin had just finished speaking, Mr. Friday felt that there was no need to answer the conversation, so he handed over a cigarette. The cousin took the cigarette, pinched it between his fingers and didn't immediately light it. Inadvertently, he took a peek at Mr. Friday. Mr. Friday put the cigarette on his mouth and focused all his attention on the lighter. Probably the lighter was almost out of gas, but it didn't catch fire with a few clicks.

Mr. Friday's fingers are thin and long, and it is estimated that there will be no flesh after cutting off. He was wearing an old yellow shirt, which was given to him by his cousin after passing it through. His hair is too long, I don't know how long it has not been cut.

The cousin looked in his eyes and handed over a lighter again and said, "Use mine, protect against the wind."

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