Trafford’s Trading Club

“Mom made dumplings, baby! ”

Just walking out of the bathroom, wiping her wet hair with a towel, Baby heard her mother. My father was sitting in the living room, staring at the newspaper.

“Mom, didn't you just finish your meal? Me? Can we eat that much?” Baby had to laugh.

"'Look at your child,' said Bao's mother. 'He hasn't been back for days. Eat what's in that game every day. Is that nutritious? Look at you, skinny as a monkey! ”

“Okay, okay, I'll eat me.” Bao helplessly promised to come down and squeezed his mother's shoulder with his hands. "Who called my mother's dumplings? The world is no different! ”

“Poor!” scolded Bao's mother with a smile. "You mouth, when you use it against a girl, your mother will be safe! ”

“Ah... Dad? Seems like we haven't killed in a long time, huh? Why don't we set it up?” Po suddenly played haha and pulled the chessboard out of the coffee table.

Bao's mother forked her waist: "You son! Let me tell you something! What happened to the president's daughter last time I introduced you? You don't seem to have heard from me? ”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha! Is this happening? Oh! By the way, I remember, there was this thing...” Xiaobao hit haha and dealt with the past headaches all the way.

Until after 10 o'clock, Bao fled back to his room, feeling relieved and lying in bed all at once.

But as a senior Xiao Xian Party, Bao discovered that God fucking had a strange feeling in his bed, but who was stunned... After a while, an irritable little baby in his heart grabbed his hair and climbed to the computer.

On the internet, chewing on melons, bored brushing posts to see if there was a new number worth chasing... but I always felt a little irritated.

Have you been playing too much silence lately?

Baobao suddenly came up with this idea - before that, Baobao was brushing posts in a comprehensive forum that gamers often went to.

Search, Blue Sky.

Po searched the name subconsciously and then very unexpectedly discovered that there were many unexpected posts about 'Blue Sky'... and, often, there were thousands of soft feathers in blue sky posts... as if they were tied together.

This blue sky is a real god, Bao discovered.

It first appeared in a game four years ago, called one of the five trenches of the entire server, not only a super Kryptonian, but also a technology-flow camp, with the same equipment, hanging a bunch of liver emperors. And Chiba is the object of Blue Sky's marriage in this game - one of the other five trenches.

For about two years, this blue sky has played with several names. It has always followed the name blue sky. It also stands at the top of the pyramid, and the same marriages have been made to thousands of soft wings.

Later, not knowing what had happened, in the last game, Blue Sky and Chiba suddenly dissolved their engagement and disappeared.

For some time now, Chiba has been active in various games, and Chiba has been searching wildly for the blue sky, just like in the Emerald Fantasy.

“I go... it's not just a jade fantasy, but this Chiba Fiber is playing five games at the same time?” Bao looked at the posts from different games and was surprised that they didn't fit together. "Wouldn't this woman have succeeded in fixing fairies? ”

Based on this situation, the good and boring gossip party began discussing the legendary events of Chiba's two legendary characters in the game world, Soft and Blue Sky.

They were said to be real couples and later divorced.

Some say that Blue Sky is an outburst home and has abandoned Chiba.

It is also said that Chiba is an empty and lonely deep-girlfriend resentment woman, while Blue Sky is only a little white face, the little white face greens the husband of his rich wife, in reality has been retaliated against.

Some say that Blue Sky has broken away from the game world, and Thousand Feathers is still softly intoxicated in the virtual world. It has been unacceptable for Blue Sky to leave, so that it can keep turning around in various games, searching for the blue sky in its heart, unable to withdraw.

Legends are mixed, but none of those who claim to be aware of the explosives can produce real evidence. The true relationship between Blue Sky and Thousand Feathers is still wrapped in thick mist.

In the forum, Bao also saw a number of game videos uploaded by players, including battle videos of Blue Sky in other games.

Po opened his curiosity and looked at it and found that the blue sky was a nightmare for the non-Kryptonian Golden Party... the technology was really a hanging sky, and in games with a continuous system, he especially liked to flash high hits.

Watching Blue Sky in one of these games frantically paint a record number of hits, Bao had to think of the day, the jade fantasy of fixing on the mouth of the iceberg, and painting the non-human scene that was close to four thousand hits.

It always felt as if two people were gradually overlapping in front of him.

Bao frowned, subconsciously logged into the Emerald Fantasy, opened the list of friends, found Chishou's head still lit, and sent a greeting face.

Surprisingly, Chishou sets up a denial of instant message reception and does not show anybody where they are.

As for Thousand Feathers... not online.

Little Bo suddenly felt like the game was much cooler. He looked at Zhongguancheng, where there were few people because it was the night, and suddenly felt like something was wrong.

“Mmm…”

Bao sat in front of the lazy computer for half an hour, sent an email to Qian, then went straight down, climbed into bed, and went back to sleep.

Shortly afterwards, Bao climbed up agitated, opened the game again, and then sent an email to Chiba Fischer before going offline again.

He lay back in bed, held his pillow, and gradually fell asleep.

……

……

A hint of cool made Chishou tremble, and when he opened his eyes, he even found his eyelashes a little wet and white, covering all the horizons.

He sat up, rubbed his forehead with his hands and looked at the time before he realized that he was in a place like this for a whole night.

My head is still very dizzy, even a little painful, I'm afraid because of the hangover - but after spending so much time on this wild lakeside bridge, I let myself sigh.

How much did he drink?

Anyway, the stock of liquor in the item prop backpack has been drastically reduced to less than half.

“When did you leave? ”

Chishou weighed four weeks. My head was so heavy, I just remembered I ran into a fishing trumpet here yesterday, as if I'd fallen asleep after talking about something boring and strange.

The system prompted an unread message from Bao, just a simple word to ask where he is.

At a glance, Chishou directly deleted the past, then opened the list of friends, looked at the only friend's avatar, fingered out the action interface, and approached the past toward the deletion item.

Only this time, as in the past, when those who broke into themselves were not hesitant to delete the difference, they paused.

His fingers suddenly waved and all the interfaces disappeared. A bottle of wine came out of the palm of his hand again, unhooked the lid and drank it individually, despite the objection of his stomach.

“Are you still here? ”

There was a knockout footsteps on the wooden bridge, and in the white lakeside mist, a human figure gradually became clear in the fog in the sight of a thousand repairs.

With a fishing rod in one hand and a basket in the other… is the little magician who met yesterday: LQ.

“Do you come here every day?” Thousand repairs nodded and tossed the bottle of wine he had already drank into the lake at random, then he heard some banging noises.

Turns out a lot of bottles have been floating on the lake for a long time. They did not move on the calm surface of the water, and this time they hit each other again because of the turbulence of the splash.

Did you really drink so much...

The little fisherman sat down yesterday and started hitting the bait on the hook, still a golden earthworm... looks like the little fisherman had dug a new batch of bait before he arrived?

“Well, okay. When I think of it, I come fishing.” LQ smiled slightly, holding the rod in his hands, "anyway, there is no time limit on this task. If you keep fishing, you should be able to catch it. ”

Thousand repairs shook his head and leaned against the pile on the bridge. "This task was encountered during the test, but it was not completed until the end of the test. Nearly all of us were involved in the discussion of the mandate within the cluster of internal exchanges at that time, and all the approaches were tried and failed. Give up, or give up. Why waste time? Though it's just to define the only prop, but according to the official description, it's not necessarily something that you have to do, something that you can't insist on doing... Why waste your time? ”

The little magician pulled up the hook where the bait was eaten and continued to load it patiently: “Probably because I had more time? Besides, since this task has been set up and there are rewarding teasers, it's not always impossible to get it done, is it? ”

Thousand Shu was silent for a while, "Even if there are facts, and there are choices in the end, but isn't there a situation in the world where you can't walk even if there are roads, like if a monkey gets stuck in an iron cage and then throws it on an island and waits for it to end, is there anything else besides death? Even if there is a situation where, by opening the cage, it can live freely on the island. ”

LQ laughed, “That's a tough setup. The monkey really had no choice but to die. ”

“Right.” Thousand repair heads gently kowtow on the stakes, looking at the white, "not only too difficult, but too ruthless, too cruel. ”

“Well... too.” LQ nodded.

After a while, LQ suddenly said, "But if a key falls in front of a monkey, won't the monkey come out? ”

Chishou smiled softly: "How could you drop the key? How much lower is the probability that a death row can become a national leader? I'm talking about modern society. There's no such thing as ancient times. ”

LQ laughed, “You're really good at setting up this ruthless situation. But suppose, even in this situation, it still happens? ”

Thousand shrugged his eyebrows, looked at this little fisherman, pondered for a while before muttering to himself: “Even then, even if you can come out, on an island, waiting for monkeys is only lonely and lonely, and then you still... die. ”

The little fisherman loaded a new bait and threw the rod again.

Chishou shook his head, wondering what he was insisting on, to the point where it really seemed like a boring guy who needed to spend so much time in this way.

“The fog is gone, I should go. ”

Chishou stood up… a little shaky, probably alcoholic.

And he looked at this little fisherman, and he said, "Go on, after all, as you said, since it's a task set up, maybe there's a way to do it. Instead of the monkey on the island, the result was long settled. ”

“Well... I'll let you know if I can catch it.” LQ stood up and looked at Chishou and said.

Is this... a delivery?

Qianxiu stunned, smiled unconsciously, shook his head again, turned around and waved his hand at will, "I hope you succeed. But I'm not coming here anymore. It's none of my business if you catch it. ”

He disappeared into a water mist that had not completely dissipated.

The little wizard of fishing started fishing again.

Soon afterwards, there was another banging script on the bridge, and a talking voice, "Master, has anyone been here? ”

So the fishing magician... Mr. Lo shot himself next to him, “Don't you need to design a new algorithm today? ”

The maid lifted her dress slightly and sat down on her side leg, softly saying: “The algorithm is ready, and then Adam can monitor it. ”

"You're always so efficient," said Boss Luo. ”

“It's your order, Master," said the maid. "But you can't keep You-night alone because of this. ”

“Then go fishing with me.” Boss Lo laughed and threw the bait, suddenly saying: “Just now, I got knocked over by a difficult problem. ”

The maid blinked and said softly: "That must be a difficult problem. ”

Lochu nodded, "It's hard… to be human. Oh, finally, there are hooks... ah, it turns out it's just plain green fish. ”

Throw this ordinary green fish with the hook in the basket, and Rochu laughed. “Let's eat the fish at noon, shall we? ”

……

……

Langkai was having breakfast at home, and he had long been used to being alone against an empty large table.

At this time, the maid rushed to Langkai's face, shocked, "Sir! Sir, come on! Check it out! ”

Langkai rushed upstairs to the room and opened the door that he always wanted to open but always escaped.

Just on the edge of the window, Little Soft was lying on the ground, her hands drooling down the carpet along her body, blood flowing all the way around her wrists, staining the red and white carpet.

“I, I was going to come in and pack my clothes and wash them, and I took a look...”

Lan Kai growled angrily: “What are you still standing there for? Call an ambulance! Go!! ”

Lan Kai rushed wildly to Xiaoxiao's side, reached out and hugged her, her face was white, “Xiaoxiao... you must not go wrong!! ”

He was wearing slippers, a pair of pajamas, and he ran out of the house with Little Soft all the way, feeling like he was spinning.