Publisher, Lu has no right to inquire about his information. "
Huang Dan was stunned, Mr. System is an intern, it is understandable that he has no authority, Mr. Lu is a big man, and there are things that he cannot be involved in? "Then who can check?"
System, "Lu's boss."
Huang Dan was stunned again, he thought for a few seconds, "Is it the main system?"
The system said, "Host Huang, this is a topic that has nothing to do with the mission, and it will waste your time and mine."
Huang Dan thought, it seems that he guessed right, Mr. Lu's organization is very large, formal, traditional, and very secret. It can receive travelers including him and assist in the execution of tasks. I don't know what to get from it to maintain The operation of a large company.
But as Mr. Lu said, it really has nothing to do with his mission and is not worth bothering about.
This is the end of the communication, and Huang Dan's question has not been answered.
Huang Dan practiced a copybook in the study. He went downstairs to the refrigerator to get carrots, eggs, lean meat, and shallots. He decided to make egg fried rice for himself. He was full of confidence. It was only then that I remembered that I forgot to add salt.
So Huang Dan had to pour the rice into the pot again, add salt and eat it. The salt didn't dissolve completely. He ate very salty fried rice, which was too salty for him to swallow, and was late for a little fried rice with no taste.
After eating all the fried rice, Huang Dan rubbed his stomach. He sat on the chair for a long time without getting up.
The living room is very large and very spacious. At this time, it was silent. Huang Dan did not turn on the air conditioner. The doors and windows were closed and it was still cold. He always felt that the wind was coming in through a gap. do the washing up.
Just after ten o'clock in the evening, the landline in the living room rang.
When the landline rang twice, Huang Dan got up from the bed, quickly put on his slippers and ran down. He picked up the microphone, panting heavily, "Hello."
A man's low voice came from the other end, "Little, I'm uncle."
Huang Dan was running in a hurry just now, his heart was beating so fast that he was about to jump out of his chest. Now he heard the sound, and he felt that his heart had returned to its original position, "Well."
Nie Wenyuan had just been pushed out of the operating room. He lost too much blood and his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, but his voice was not abnormal.
He didn't know if his nephew had a good meal. Staying in the house was all boring. Whether the air conditioner was on or not, he immediately signaled everyone to go out and called his nephew.
It was clear that we separated in the morning, but it seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time. For several years, decades and several lifetimes, a kind of vine called missing love grows like crazy, entwining in his heart, and there is no space for him. left, packed.
Huang Dan leaned against the sofa with his landline in his arms. He didn't speak, adjusting his disordered breath.
Nie Wenyuan asked, "What's for dinner?"
When Huang Dan came down, he didn't care about getting dressed. He was wearing thin pajamas and pajamas, and shivered coldly, "Egg fried rice."
Nie Wenyuan heard it at once, "Go and wear more."
Huang Dan said, "Then don't hang up."
When he heard the answer, he went upstairs, and when he picked up the microphone again, he put on a thick coat, "Uncle, are you still there?"
"Yes, less than, the air conditioner needs to be turned on, remember to turn off the gas when cooking, and don't drink too hot water. The commonly used yào are placed in the drawer under the coffee table..."
Nie Wenyuan held the phone and took it away and coughed a few times. There was a dense cold sweat on his forehead. After a while, he said, "Uncle has something to do, hang up first."
Huang Dan hummed, he listened to the beeping sound in his ear, pursed his lips, put down the microphone, and covered it on the landline.
The landline was quietly resting on Huang Shan's lap. Before Wu nǎinǎi and the original owner were calling from men's mobile phones, they didn't know the landline number, which meant that when the landline rang, except for those who dialed the wrong number , only men.
Huang Dan pinched his brows and sat on the sofa for a while before going upstairs to sleep.
On the other side, Nie Wenyuan passed out with his phone.
After that day, the landline stopped ringing, and Huang Dan would look at the calendar on the wall. On the sixth day, he was about to get moldy in the house, so he put on rubber boots and went out with a hunter.
There was a cold wind rampant in the mountains. Huang Dan was wearing an ankle-length military coat and a fur hat, wrapped like a dumpling. It tightened in an instant.
I didn't see the footprints of the rabbits, nor did the pheasants and wild boars. Huang Dan left a messy shoe print in the mountains, deep and shallow, and it smeared a piece of white.
Tired of walking, Huang Dan sat on top of the snow, he put the hunter on his lap, his elbow resting on his knee