God, if you have eyes, take a look at these people of yours. I laughed, and then I heard the sound of platoon guns.
Without stopping, I just silently looked at the row after row of difficult friends lying in the corner.
"If you don't know how to write your name, that's okay, you can press your handprint."
The sound from the tweeter continued his noise, and I was pushed to the place where I signed.
"Mr. Zhao, sign it."
An American lieutenant "speaking" blunt Chinese, handed the pen and paper for signing to me.
"We know that you used to be a teacher."
I picked up the pen, and then subconsciously glanced at the difficult friend beside me.
"Mr. Zhao, sign it soon."
Urged by the young agent behind me, I picked up the pen and broke it off.
"I refused to sign it."
I looked at the lieutenant. The latter might not have thought that I would do it. Maybe he was numb by seeing too much, and he just waved at the person behind me with his expressionless face.
I was kicked out by the secret agent behind me.
When I was leaving the house, I noticed that the difficult friend pressed his thumb on the paper leading to Happiness Avenue while looking at me without looking back.
"If you refuse to sign, then you will be punished the most severely!"
The voice in the tweeter said so.
I was pushed against a wall, and the two agents left without looking back.
Not far on the right, a traitor I knew was taking a pistol from a U.S. soldier and approached me.
I closed my eyes.
What freedom and democracy are all shit in my eyes.
Gunshots.
Sun "Chairman" looked at me after watching my "sex" and looked at me as if he was looking at a monster. After a long time, this one sighed.
"You perverted."
"How."
"My mind is already thinking about what to do with this cutscene. I believe this cutscene is definitely not one of the greatest cutscenes in the next century." Sun "Chairman" said that he stood up and stuffed the manuscript into his shoulder bag. , And then stood up and walked outside the room.
"You go there."
"Going home, I will show this cutscene to everyone in the studio. After a year, I remember to come back as soon as I can." Opening the door, Sun Tie turned and looked at me: "Remember, our studio is over 40 Nouns are waiting for you."
I waited until the door was closed, and then I put the pen back on the table under the sky, there will never be anything new.
that is it.
What happened on Dokdo in 1952 is true. Freedom, democracy, and justice coalition forces used tanks, machine guns and bayonets to slaughter volunteers and North Korean prisoners of war. And they claimed to be barbaric, poor, and immoral. But they used their soldiers to entertain coalition prisoners of war with blankets and canned beef.
This is a ruthless joke in the civilized world after entering the 1950s. The brothers of the murderers were treated kindly in the north, while the brothers of the kind treated people were effectively slaughtered in the south. Many civilized people think that they are the guardians of the civilized world, but they don't know that the hands of their parents are stained with unrighteous blood.
Throughout the night, I wrote the plot in the room by myself, and entered my room again at dawn. The little girl first inspected the room, and then rushed on my back.
"How's the talk, what about my righteous brother."
"Go back, take the manuscript I wrote."
I accepted the question from the little girl while I was writing.
"Then what are you doing now."
"For some of the scene settings in the game, your righteous brother has a big appetite. He wants to make this game an fps, a first-person shooter game."
"It sounds like it's not very fun." It is of course that Jiu murmured in my slap. It is almost a mess when Jiu is facing fps games.
Putting down the pen, I pushed the manuscript paper aside and hugged the little girl on my lap.
"Tell me, what did you bring me to eat."
"Look, this is the breakfast that Xie En asked me to bring you." Long smiled and raised the insulation box in his hand: "It's your favorite fried rice with shredded pork and egg."
"Where did you buy this."
"It was provided by the concert crew. Xie En went out to help over there early in the morning."
"Well, she seems to like music, such as classical music."
"Yes, music is one of the hobbies of the Serris people. I'll feed you." Long opened the lid of the insulation box and smiled and "fetched" a big rice spoon from the spoon in the box. "Right," Liu Ye survived last night and the rescue was very successful." Long looked at me and said.
I just knew that last night, Mr. Liu was said to have miraculously declined the call of Mr. Ma and Mr. En, two great sticks, and he was able to sit down the next day. When I got up and started talking, it didn't look like a severely ill patient who was vomiting blood and turned his head in his car yesterday.
"About Master Liu, you are really interested, thank you."
Of course, I also know that the longevity and Xie En must have done some good on Mr. Liu, otherwise, how could Mr. Liu complete this earth-shattering reversal with such a serious illness.
"Don't thank me either, Xie En and I just think that such a wonderful person like Liu Ye, it would be a pity to leave like this." Long handed me a spoonful of rice while explaining "confusion" with me.
"Why." I asked, while biting the rice with a spoon into my mouth.
"It's because he didn't open his mouth to tell the person's last name in the end." Long leaned in my arms and smiled softly: "Just like you, it's a mouth made of a knife and a heart made of tofu."
"But the Wen family's five "milks" and "milks" don't mean that I have tofu mouth and knife heart." I stopped working and said.
"Do you believe me or her." The little girl was unhappy.
"That's, she was talking nonsense." I quickly smiled, thinking that compared to the person on my lap, the dead old woman counted as a ball.
"You, Bean is better than that. That girl is the real dead-hearted eye. You don't know. The night before she knew how desperate the organization that borrowed your name looked like when the profit of the organization that borrowed your name soared." Long handed it to me again. A spoonful of rice.
"How could this happen?" Seriously, it was the first time I saw Sheen's pathetic look like I did something wrong and I'm sorry for you.
"It's not wrong that we are good people of Terr, but our father is not of the same race." Long looked at me: "My father didn't object to my mother doing business, and even encouraged her. But the father of Long is different. Serris male "sex" are usually male chauvinists. As the Lord of Serris, it would be a shame to say that even his wife cannot feed him."
"But these two things shouldn't be related." I frowned, wondering what it was all about.
"It doesn't matter, so this is the embodiment of Serris's male "sex" machismo." Long squatted his mouth: "This is why Eun hates his father, and why she will look for you cautiously. Explain this. After all, in her eyes, you are a compatriot."