I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

An Yinong looked at the original owner in the mirror.

In the bathroom mirror there is a childish, beautiful and clean face, very similar to his mother, only with a mouth like his romantic father.

"The original owner had a tear mole?" An Yinong wiped the mirror and confirmed the small tear mole under the corner of his eye, which was nothing in the original owner's memory, "Did it grow recently?"

He wasn't sure, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and hurriedly washed and returned to his room.

Communication animals are really interesting, but homework is a priority.

The small light on the desk was on, and he took out his homework. Then experimented with Goldfinger - he called out the shadow puppet.

However, the most important state of the shadow puppet is not liquid. It becomes a three-dimensional shadow under the 'control' of An Yinong, the kind of person who can only see the eyes... the man in black.

An Yinong looked at him, the shadow also looked at An Yinong, An Yinong did what normal people always wanted to do but could never do - saw his real face (not mirror or image).

He felt that he was manipulating two systems, the man was him, and the shadow was him, without interfering with each other.

It's a strange feeling.

"Are you really a shadow puppet?" The system looked at the man in black who was darker than a black hole and was speechless.

The shadow puppet sat down and opened the workbook. An Yinong felt that it was the other himself who sat down, opened the workbook, and the words on the workbook jumped up, showing his teeth and claws at him.

He subconsciously covered his eyes.

"Okay, verification is over."

The man in black flattened like a deflated balloon, and returned to An Yinong's feet: "It seems that I use the shadow puppet to do my homework. ?"

The dejected An Yinong picked up the pen.

Mathematics is good, and I can cope with the previous foundation. Chinese is a headache, and English is even more painful. As for other sub-divisions, basically you have to learn from scratch.

He picked up the pen several times and put it down several times.

"They're moving," he said painfully, lying on the table.

"Otherwise, forget it?" The system said, it was the first time it had seen the host reading a book so painfully.

"No." An Yinong stood up abruptly and picked up the Chinese book again, "It is better to have a father and a mother, I have no ability to survive, once life changes, I will be reduced to the bottom. ."

Of course, in the plot, the He family has always been very rich and of great social status, and An Yinong is habitually planning ahead.

"But host, your situation is so serious, let alone study, will your future work be affected?" The system hesitated.

An Yinong is also thinking about this.

The original owner's voice is soft and sweet, suitable for singing some love songs, but he doesn't want to sing only love songs. It's appropriate to write songs, but you have to figure out the local dialect first. At this time, Mandarin songs were not very popular.

"The original owner's dream was to become a cartoonist, right? How about I draw cartoons in the future?" An Yinong thought of the joy when he picked up the paintbrush, which was the only thing left by the original owner. second to the emotion of hate.

"Huh?"

An Yinong had a nightmare that night. In the dream, he was forced to wear a corseted princess dress, surrounded by a group of chattering animals, and dancing characters all over the sky. He smiled, maintaining the state of wanting to be crazy but not being crazy.

He looked at the window when he woke up, and heard a familiar voice: "Open the door, the twolegs open the door!"

An Yinong crept up, opened the curtain, and it was the parrot. There was also a small bottle tied to the parrot's foot.

"Twoleg, my master said thank you."

"...?" Why is the master so hearty? The pet was lost once and still released?

He opened the window, placed the small bottle next, and poured out a small note from it.

"Thank you for your care, if you have any requests, feel free to mention them." It was followed by a string of numbers, which seemed to be phone numbers.

An Yinong frowned deeply after reading the small note: "What does this mean? Do you think I left the small note as a gift?"

He was almost happy, the owner of this parrot is paranoid, and his pet was rescued and he felt that others were trying. Fortunately, the handwriting is so beautiful, and the character is really not very good.

Annon really hates this feeling of being misunderstood.

"Wait a moment." An Yinong found a plate of melon seeds for the parrot, and tore out a small note on the other side, and wrote: I rescue this bird, just because the bird In itself, it does not need your thanks.

The paper was rolled up and put into the small bottle by him.

"Please send the letter, your master is really impolite." An Yinong and Parrot complained.

"No," the parrot who worked hard to eat melon seeds raised his head and responded, "There are often two-legged beasts who are scolded and cried alive by him."

"Then you still like him so much?"

The parrot that ate enough melon seeds lowered his head and combed his feathers with his mouth: "He doesn't scold me."

"..." You are right.

"Tell your master that I don't need any thanks from him. Well, let's go."

After sending the parrot away he went to the bathroom.

An Yinong spit out the toothbrush water: "I thought of one thing."

"Parrot?" The system is sour, and it feels that it is in danger of falling out of favor.

"No, can you use something to convert text into picture or audio?"

An Yinong said to himself: "In the future, there are still some reading pens and various audios, but there is nothing here. You can't really pay someone to read books for me." Although it is not Can't do it.

After washing, he changed his clothes and went downstairs.

He's family's breakfast is very rich every day, and his family has a high-paid chef, not to mention home-cooked food, even a full table of Man and Han.

It was the first time that An Yinong enjoyed the treatment of a professional chef cooking and a maid serving the dishes and pouring milk. When his predecessors were governors (equivalent to provincial governors), they were not so lavish.

After breakfast, he was ready to leave, and Granny Lian delivered the packed out bag.

"Our young master looks so good in this suit, he can compare to those movie stars. The Hawaiian shirts and flared pants that are popular now are all bells and whistles, so refreshing is the best." He exaggerated and exaggerated.

"It's my mother-in-law who prefers me."

Having been an ancient man for many years, An Yinong's dressing style is still conservative, with a white T-shirt inside, a gray-blue short-sleeved shirt on the outside, and a light blue shirt underneath. The mid-tube jeans, as well as a pair of small white shoes, with a black backpack on the back, look clean and refreshing.

"Maps, notebooks and pens, tissues... have been put in. There is also a box of snacks in the school bag, some cookies. Mother-in-law knows, you young people do not like traditional Dim sum, I like to eat foreign dim sum."

"How come? I love everything my mother-in-law makes."

After coaxing Granny Lian into a smile, he set off in the family car.

The car drove off the unmanned road and entered the lively commercial street. The two sides were still classical European buildings, and even the street lights seemed to be copied from the other side of the ocean.

shoe boy.

“Uncle Cai, what street is this?” he asked the driver

The driver said a foreign name and said that there are many banks, European and American high-level officials' residences, embassies, etc. on that street, and the law and order is very good.

Annun nodded and continued to look out the window.

All the scenery is going backwards, and the car continues to move forward. Gradually, there were fewer European-style buildings, narrower roads, more small shops, and more people wearing small jackets. Finally, they arrived near the appointed place.

The driver Ah Cai suddenly said worriedly that this place is not very safe.

This place is said to have been reclaimed from the sea a hundred years ago. It was a Japanese-occupied area not long ago, but now it is the base of many new Hong Kong people who have just arrived in Hong Kong. It is relatively chaotic. The original owner doesn't usually come here.

"Master, shall I go with you?" Uncle Cai was still a little worried.

"It's alright, it's broad daylight." An Yinong took a deep breath as he looked at everything that seemed to come out of the picture.

They also have a lot of fashion accessories, silk scarves, pins and small bags, and everyone wears toad glasses for men.

Compared with them, An Yinong looks 'earth'.

On the road, there are also craftsmen carrying heavy burdens shouting loudly to repair umbrellas and sharpen scissors.

Neighbors shaking their paddle fans walked into the shops, got a haircut, and chatted. Or they went under the bridge, and there was a shoe-shine booth over there.

In fact, from the perspective of later generations, this street is not wide, and two cars side by side can block the road. But because there are fewer cars and more people at this time, it can also be called the "road".

An Yinong walked and watched, walking slowly and watching slowly. It was the first time he felt the human touch of this port city up close.

"Meow~" A short-haired milk cat jumped out of nowhere, it sniffed, leaned to An Yinong's feet, rolled, exposing its white belly.

An Yinong squatted down and rubbed it, then stood up and continued walking.

The milk cat got up, followed, and followed a street before leaving.

He walked through the lively street market, passed the ragged people, and met a rickshaw galloping by at the corner.

The muddy water from the rickshaw splashed on a woman wearing a floral long skirt, she shook her skirt and cursed: "Are you rushing to reincarnate?"

"Sister Qing, you don't have to scold me, there will be good things after bad things. Would you like to come and see the fish on my stall?"

The woman hummed a few words before walking over and looked at the fish on his stall: "Are these fish fresh? I don't want them if they're not fresh."

"My neighbors for so many years, how can I lie to you? They were all just caught today, very fresh." The fishmonger wearing a navy blue waterproof apron picked up a big fish, " Look, it's so fat, buy it home and make soup."

Leaving the lively downtown area, An Yinong continued to walk forward.

He met a group of young men in black suits with brightly colored shirts and sleeves rolled up, not sure if they were gangsters or young men, they laughed at him: "Students Boy."

An Yinong heard it and raised the corner of his mouth to them: "Hello."

An Yinong continued walking, crossing a street with the smell of food. There are dim sum shops on both sides of the place, a girl in a floral dress and a grandma in a small jacket are sitting at a table to eat.

One of them permed their hair and wore brightly colored plastic jewelry, and the other held the bun with a wooden hairpin, but they could sit and chat together.

He walked all the way, and finally arrived at the agreed place, a stone bridge, amid the lively hawking.

The two people on the bridge waved when they saw him. One of them was wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt and denim flared trousers, the other was wearing a blue denim short-sleeved jacket and black flared trousers, and their hair was blown into three or seven points.

"He Tiantong, are you finally here?"