"But! Your missing woman has no idea." Hathaway said.

After speaking, she took the paper in Lin Feng's hand.

"Let's take a look, there is no creativity, you will look at my stories again! When you finish reading, I can guarantee you will not say such things!"

"good!"

"There is still time, plus you annoyed me, I decided to write two more creative stories!"

After speaking, Lin Feng rushed into the room.

boom!

He closed the door, sat back at the desk and wrote another story, titled "Luck":

"luck"

Today the boss’s birthday, the factory has a day off. But it was raining heavily outside, and the three of us couldn't go anywhere. The doors and windows that did not cover the rain were all closed, and the door to the balcony was opened. Junjie sat on the rattan wooden chair with his face facing out. After a while, he said, "There are only two possibilities—"

Junjie's voice is as hard as metal, as if hiding an unconditional convincing magic. His way of speaking is also interesting. What's interesting is that he often asks us to guess. Junjie is the three of us who look the most wise.

"What's the possibility?" Lao Huang stood upright in his apron, then he answered.

Just now, Lao Huang prepared the dishes and brought them to the table, only to find that there was no cooking. This is his third time this week.

"One, you have cooked rice, but the rice disappeared. There is another possibility that you have already eaten, washed the dishes, and made a few more dishes."

Junjie really made sense. After he said, I almost thought I had really eaten it. If it hadn't been for this moment, my stomach groaned a few times.

"But, this is impossible..." Old Huang scratched his head, "Your first assumption, unless there is some unknowable force in the house, this can be ruled out first, because our dormitory has invited Door god. The second hypothesis should also be overturned. I even think you are suspecting that I am stealing food. I am not such a person, man, according to you, you can’t be ignorant when I wash the dishes.” "

Old Huang took off his apron and walked to the chair next to him to sit down. At this time, I remembered an important thing, so I learned from Junjie's tone and said: "The established facts cannot be changed. Old Huang, have you re-cooked?"

"You said ‘re’!" Old Huang jumped up, suffocating his breath and looked at me, "You and Junjie really doubted me, suspected that I was messing up?"

Seeing Lao Huang look anxious. Junjie and I hurriedly went over to explain to him, somehow, so he calmed down. What I said is what I said in my heart. Although Junjie's words have always been accurate, I don't want to believe that fellow villagers who have been with me for more than ten years will do this kind of thing.

After a while, the old yellow face became ashamed, and he suddenly said, "Well...If it doesn't rain, it will be fine. If it doesn't rain, I can go to the fast food restaurant and give you two boxes of lunch."

"What about you?" Junjie stared at Lao Huang, "You just said, "Two boxes"! Is it as I expected, you are already full?"

"I didn't! I can swear to heaven..."

"Then why did you just say that?"

"I was wrong."

"Then you swear!"

"If you swear, you will swear. The heavens are above, and I-Huang Jinwei, if I do something that I'm sorry to my fellow workers or fellow villagers, I'll be struck by lightning immediately."

He had just finished speaking, and by coincidence, the rumble of thunder sounded, as if it was on the roof of our apartment, and immediately afterwards, the outside was shining like daylight.

"Hey--" Junjie chuckled, "Die, God is angry..."

"Junjie!" I shouted loudly.

"What I said was a fact..." Junjie's voice suddenly became harsh, like a woman accusing her incompetent husband.

"Fact? You fucking shit! I'm afraid of God being angry, I'm afraid I'm the bastard!..."

Old Huang scolded, and his words became more and more ugly. Of course Junjie would not let him say, and Junjie scolded him too. The two quarreled. For me, two quarrels like this couldn't be more natural, and it is often the case, and I have become accustomed to it. So I walked into the kitchen and wanted to see if Lao Huang was really cooking again.

To be honest, I originally believed that Lao Huang was a human being, but after he swore just now, the sky immediately flashed and thunderous, which shook my confidence. Besides, even if it wasn't like Junjie said, Lao Huang might have really forgotten to cook, hehe, the old boy is not young... he's almost fifty.

While we were talking outside, the dishes on the table cooled quietly, thin oil formed on the black-bone chicken soup in the iron basin; the ventilator rang loudly; there was still a thin smell of oily smoke in the air.

I walked straight to the front of the rice cooker, the lid of the rice cooker was not closed, and the inside was empty. The terrifying vision shocked my three souls and five souls, and in an instant, my head seemed to have received a powerful blow.

I quickly called in the two people outside.

"¨¨Did you really cook? You have to answer honestly."

When I said this, my face was pale and my eyes were sharp, and only then did Lao Huang put away his gag attitude. "Really, why lie to you, oops... I swear, oops, forget it... Really... don't do this, you didn't cook, we can do it again."

The Junjie on the side repeatedly said yes, and he no longer blamed the old Huang. Then they looked at each other and laughed together. Their laughter revealed the truth of the matter. I understood, so I joked: "Two tortoise bastards, they actually cooperated to lie to me."

When they were proud and unable to extricate themselves, I deliberately poured their cold water. In fact, I don't understand why I can say such things. Generally, such things are said by Junjie. I say:

"Then you lied to me yesterday and the day before yesterday?"

First Junjie put away his smile, he frowned slightly, and Lao Huang (of King Qian), who came to understand later, stopped smiling. Old Huang punched the palm of his hand, snapped, and said, "Yeah. We made the ghost this time, so what happened to the absence of dinner yesterday and the day before yesterday!"

Junjie smiled, confidently, "Not the first two—"

"How about the first two times?"

"You really forgot to cook the first two times."

"It's impossible...impossible" Lao Huang waved his hand, walked to the table and sat down by himself, smoking a cigarette in silence.

Old Huang said: "I have been a thoughtful person since I was a child."

"Fart!" I retorted, "Old Huang, you are over fifty!"

"What about more than fifty!" Old Huang said angrily, "I am a thoughtful person, let alone more than fifty, that is, more than sixty, more than seventy, and always will be."

"It's all right." Junjie walked toward the living room, "Everything is good, I want to eat, and I will eat again...".

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