Mr. Grande (crossed out):
I…
Under the dark yellow desk lamp, the man was lying in front of the table, constantly grabbing his messy hair, and the tip of the pen he held was tapping after the person's name, and his thinking was disconnected.
No, you can't say that. He had so many things to express that he didn't know how to start.
He flexed and stretched his fingers, and the paper on the table was picked up by his fingers. The rustling sound of fibers twisting and breaking was remembered in the dim room. The crumpled paper was smashed into the trash can, and new white paper was spread on the table. Above, the man thought carefully before writing.
Zachary (crossed out) Zachary:
Please ignore his willful typos and erasures. He is pretending to be relaxed by using his first name. If he was so familiar with Zachary Grande, there would be no need to write a letter here and call him "Zachary"! Well! We all know someone who knows a funeral home owner and calls him 'Zach'. Forget it, keep reading what he writes.
Mao Wei (cross out) Mao... Mao, I am taking the liberty to write you this letter because I am your fan.
A true fan!
The man's pen tip stopped in the air, and his mind was disconnected again! Under the dim light, this guy's face seemed to be constipated as he stared at the two sentences in front of him.
The man waved his fist in front of the desk in annoyance, grabbed the paper on the desk again, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.
New paper was laid out again.
The man's pen tip was quickly withdrawn as soon as it touched the paper. This time he seemed not to waste paper, but to be fully prepared before writing.
He stood up and began to walk back and forth in the small room, occasionally stretching and taking deep breaths.
It's a pity that this is really not a big enough room. There is really no room for an adult man to stretch out here. His waving arms hit the Optimus Prime-shaped stand.
A crashing noise that shouldn't happen late at night. came from this small room.
Under the closed door of the room, a white light lit up.
The man anxiously turned off his desk lamp, crumpled the brand new white paper into a ball and threw it away. He jumped on the narrow single bed and covered himself with the quilt!
"Baby (not spouse, mother and son)." The door to the room was pushed open. The light from outside came into the room with the open door. Outdated animation posters and piles of old toys and decorations are revealed.
"I heard some noises." The middle-aged woman who pushed the door open first looked at someone who was covered by a quilt on the bed that was too small. She shook her head, took a deep breath, and tried to use a caring voice. Asking, "Are you asleep baby?"
"Asleep!" The extremely positive reply came from under the quilt. Grown men, just a heads up.
The woman turned her back to the light, pursed her lips, and looked gloomy. After waiting for a while, she saw the knocked over stand next to the bed. He walked over gently, held up the stand, arranged the clothes hanging casually on it, and hung them up again.
"Baby," the woman asked softly, "tomorrow we will go to Pixar Department Store (Zach and Walter came when Wander kidnapped James, the poor department store in the North District, Volume 9. Maggie's perfume shop is here .) How about shopping?" The woman paused. He looked around at the room, which was more suitable for a ten-year-old boy, and then at the 'bump' that couldn't fit on the bed without 'bulging'. "The things in your room need to be changed. They are no longer suitable for you."
"But I like Optimus Prime." A grown man's head poked out from under the quilt, and his thick arms stretched out, grabbing the stand that had just been lifted up, with a look of reluctance on his face.
The woman reached out and smoothed the man's messy hair, "Then don't change it. But you really need to change a bed."
The man turned over on the bed, stretched out his legs, and his two calves were hanging in the air at the end of the bed. He winked and said a favor. nod.
"Okay, go to sleep." The woman pulled away the crumpled quilt and put on a thin blanket. When she stood up to leave, she suddenly remembered something, "Have you taken your medicine, baby?"
"Eat it!" The answer was extremely positive.
The woman frowned and opened the bedside table. Several small yellow plastic bottles were placed crookedly inside. The woman took out a few bottles and frowned at the pills inside, counting them.
"Brian." The woman's face became serious. She no longer called her baby, but called her name. This meant she was serious. "What did I tell you? Lying is wrong!"
The woman held out the medicine bottle in front of the man's fearful face, "I ask again, have you taken the medicine?"
The man, Brian, rested his head on the sunken pillow and shook his head nervously, "No, no. I'm sorry, I lied."
The seriousness on the woman's face disappeared and she unscrewed the lid of the medicine bottle. "It doesn't matter. You can't lie again in the future. Remember that."
The water glass and pills were handed to Brian at the same time. He took them honestly, threw the pills into his mouth, raised the water glass, and the Adam's apple in the middle of his neck rolled up and down. He put down the water glass and opened his mouth wide enough that people could see the uvula. . Brian turned his head from side to side and rolled his tongue up and down in his mouth. He was proving to others that he had really drank.
The woman's face suddenly looked sad. This movement was 'trained' and was unnatural.
"Okay, okay, I believe in my baby." The woman reflexively protected Brian and patted his back, "Rest, let's go to Becky Street tomorrow."
Brian nodded, turned over obediently, and curled up into a ball on the too-small bed, "Good night, Mom."
"Good night, honey." The woman exited the room and closed the door. After the slight sound of footsteps, the light in the gap under the door went out.
Brian on the bed quickly lifted off the thin blanket and sat on the edge of the bed. He frowned, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking about. Returning to the desk again, he pinched the knob of the desk lamp with his fingers and turned it carefully. The dimmest light only dimmed a small space in front of the table.
Brian laid out a piece of white paper again and picked up the pen.
He already had an idea of what he was going to write. Although there are too many things that he wants to write, he plans to write some of them first. Brian quickly wrote down the title.
Drag sharpness (cross out) Toledo:
Brian was very excited, because his body was shaking slightly, and his face had a boyish smile of excitement after doing something exciting.
You don't know who I am (crossed out, grammatical error) who I am. It's okay, I know who you are! You are my idol! I must use the most appropriate title to write to you!
You have eyes like Autobot Laser Eyes and speed like a Ninja Turtle! You're like a superhero (crossed out) hero (crossed out) eagle bear who only appears in the dark!
You are my eagle bear!
I know what you did! You punished those who bullied me! you…
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This is how a letter full of corrections was completed. Brian carefully folded it, took out the envelope from the drawer, stuffed it with excitement, and affixed the stamp.
Brian's eyes fell on the small turtle shell-shaped alarm clock on the bedside table. It was just after midnight. He walked carefully towards the side of the room. He leaned against the wall and secretly listened to the movement on the other side.
He didn't hear anything, but he didn't seem to take any chances. He picked up the turtle shell alarm clock and placed it on the window sill. He carefully opened the curtains that blocked the moonlight, and widened his eyes through the little gap, looking down. Peering out the window onto the street.
This is the southeastern part of the North District.
Brian first attracted his attention to the brightest place. Somewhere about two streets away, at the bottom of a dark building. It's a sudden neon. In the southeastern part of North District, a place where both the internal and external image is smoky, being so shiny is unexpected!
From Brian's distance, he could still barely tell that it was a sign with the image of a man riding a horse.
Any idea what this is? This is the sign the 'General' made for his General's Rest Stop. Remember, what he said to Zach, "My place will become the brightest bar in this area! Wait until night... Hehe!", and he realized it.
In front of the bar, people were jostling people in and out one after another. Brian was not interested and quickly turned his eyes away. Move to a dark place. His eyes widened, ignoring the gangsters wandering the streets. Searching for something expectantly.
The hands in the turtle shell-shaped alarm clock never stopped, and kept jumping to the next bar according to the rules. As time passed, Brian's anticipated search continued.
He was not disappointed.
At about two o'clock, after the people on the street became sparse, his 'idol' - our Zach. Appeared.
First, he lingered in the shadows of the street corner for a long time, which was in line with our knowledge. When he walked out of the street corner, when Brian discovered him, all his wrinkled clothes had been tidied up.
Brian held his breath in excitement. He lowered his body behind the curtain and stared expectantly at the figure - the vampire who came to stock up on food!
"Move forward!" Brian reminded his 'idol' in his mind, as if he was 'sending power'. "Yes! Right there! Wait, wait a moment! That's the person!"
A street away, Zach waved to someone who was walking out of a dark bar. When the other person swayed closer, a black shadow was embedded with two stretched red rays of light, and the two people disappeared. In a completely dark alley.
Five minutes later, Zach swung out from the other end of the alley, shook the blood jar in his hand, curled his lips, seemed dissatisfied, and started looking for the next target.
"On the left!" Brian danced excitedly behind the curtains, then moved to the front of the curtains. He looked through a small gap and continued to work on his idol in his heart, "This is the house! Inside. Everyone is so annoying!”
Zach walked leisurely through a certain bar, then suddenly turned back and disappeared into the bar.
Half an hour later, Zach came out, shook the blood jar in his hand, seemed satisfied, rearranged his appearance, and disappeared.
Behind the curtains, Brian searched around anxiously, but could not find his 'idol' again. Disappointed, he let go of the curtains and looked at the tortoise shell alarm clock. It was almost time.
Brian gently took off the clothes hanging on the Optimus Prime-shaped stand, put them on, then slowly moved to the door of the room, listened sideways for a while, and then opened the door.
It was barely possible to see the layout clearly in the dark interior. It wasn't just Brian's room that was small, this family-style apartment as a whole was small. Of course, this is the southeast, what a good environment you can expect! In Barton, it is an area worse than Ogier!
Moving to the door without making a sound, Brian carefully paid attention to the direction of the master bedroom, nervously opened the door, and the dark corridor appeared in front of him.
That's half the battle.
Brian jammed the door lock with the folded paper and ran downstairs quickly! He is going to send a letter to his idol!
The figure of an adult man was running on the dark street. Although Brian's goal was clear enough, he couldn't help but take a detour!
He first ran into a dark alley, looked at someone sleeping on the ground with excitement, and prankly took off the guy's pants and put them on his head! While doing this, he shouted excitedly in a low voice, "Give it back! Give it back to you!"
Then he ran to a bar. oh! No one stopped this ridiculous adult man wearing cartoon-patterned clothes, because everyone, including the bodyguard at the door, was as sleepy as a baby! He's lying in a mess in his own base camp!
Brian took a detour behind the wine cabinet and pried open all the wines one by one! Then he went behind the bar and found the key to the cellar from the clothes next to the man with two women on his body! Brian excitedly went down to the cellar and pried open all the wine bottles...
After all these childish pranks, Brian was satisfied and stood in front of the mailbox near Highway 27 on the west side of Southeast. He held the letter in his hands with a pious expression, pointed it at the dark delivery port, let out a sigh of relief, and put the envelope in. .
Let us stay in this scene and ignore the adult man running home full of joy and jumping, looking at the moon in the night sky, pulling the night sky dotted with stars as it sinks little by little.
The moon's light became increasingly dim, and before it completely sank into the western horizon, the world ushered in its darkest moment.
When this moment came, two dazzling lights appeared in the darkness. A green postal truck parked next to the mailbox. Two men in uniform jumped out of the car and went about their work, taking away the stacked letters.
Dawn came, a glimmer of light appeared in the east, and the car started again and slowly drove away, leaving an empty mailbox.
Things are not over yet at this place.
A half-dressed man with Brian's face and bare feet suddenly rushed out from one side of the street! He watched helplessly as the truck's butt moved further and further away, and he punched the hollow mailbox!
'Brian', this man, stared fiercely at the postal truck that turned and disappeared at the intersection, and roared angrily, "What did you do! Brian! What did you do!"
Is he questioning himself
Who knows!
The palms of his fists were stretched out in front of him, and the so-called doctor's instructions were posted on the yellow plastic jar. An angry light flashed in Brian's eyes. He raised his hand and threw the thing in his hand to the ground!
"****!"
Well, if that woman were here, she would probably teach her baby, "Swearing is as wrong as lying."
However, at this time, Brian doesn't seem to be a 'baby' at all, he is just an adult man who affects the appearance of the city. I pray that he goes home before the whole city wakes up, otherwise in this place in the southeast, he will just... He was taken away by the patrolling police. (..)