The low-pressure core went to the kitchen and silently made hot cocoa for himself.
At this time, he saw a note on the jar of cocoa powder. It was Victor who wrote: I have adjusted it according to taste, and add three spoons to 350ml of water each time. There are 1500 grams here. When I run out, I will Definitely coming back, okay XD...
However, only 1500 grams? !
9 days.
That's it! Victor is not back yet!
After sending a text message to question, it took four days for him to receive a reply from Victor from another star province. There was a lot of eloquence, and the first paragraph specifically answered this question: "... God! That oversized The 50g spoon is for making soup!! The hot cocoa is so thick that it will be so sweet!"
Seeing this, Old Antique went back to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, and found a whole row of spoons, then fell into deep thought.
Interstellar people are hypocritical, and there are 9 spoons of different sizes!
It's normal for Old Antique to think that he doesn't know about such things.
So, it has been nine days since Victor left, the first text message from Tyron has been delivered, and the first text message from Victor to him has also arrived.
Tyronn said: You took the wrong T-shirt.
Victor said: I didn’t take it wrong ( ∠ω∠ ), I stole two pieces of clothes and secretly gave them to the puppet to wear.
Attached is a photo, which shows Victor hugging a half-meter-high fourth-father pillow, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, resting his head on top of the pillow, and looking at the camera with a smile.
The fourth master's pillow was specially customized for him alone, with a pair of dead fish eyes open, a bunch of dull hair on his head, and two hands hugging his chest. These two hands can be separated and put together again. As soon as Kedo put his arm on it, it turned into a huge arm pendant hugging someone with a look of disgust.
...Anyway, Old Antique still doesn't understand the aesthetic taste of Interstellar people, but Victor loves this pillow to death.
Obviously I only brought a small suitcase, but I insisted on stuffing such a big pillow into it. The night before I left, I was so anxious that the vacuum machine was used to shrink it to a size that could be stuffed in.
In addition to this text message, there are as many text messages as there are snowflakes behind this.
Tyron just thought that his only message should be in Victor's hands, and the text messages from Victor's side have been overwhelming, overwhelming, rumbling and completely drowning him.
Although the interstellar communication fee is not expensive, according to Victor's frequency, he has already spent ten couple data packets a day!
Tai Lun spent half an hour at night, looking through the text messages one by one, and all he saw was what Victor experienced three and a half days ago.
On the first day when he was able to send text messages, Victor had just arrived in the second star province. When he disembarked from the ship, he was forced to shake hands with a group of leaders and elders, smiling so hard that his face stiffened.
Victor: [an overhead view of the planet] I'm in place! Is it good? Is it good? When I have money, I will buy that green resort! (around 4pm)
Victor: Hahahahaha, look at the undulating mountains in the distance, look at this vast and magnificent sea of grass! This is what I have laid down for you! Do you want to eat lychees? Do you want to eat lychees? I will send you an interstellar express mail to you!
Victor: [A photo of a local] Hee hee hee The locals here like to wear skirts. I heard that the inside is vacuum. When the wind blows, many unrestrained men cover their crotches in place, full of dreamy shyness...
Victor: [a group of photos of the interior of the hotel] The hospitality environment here is not bad. I have to rest quickly, and I have a meeting tomorrow morning. (around 7pm)
Victor: Whoa. (9 pm)
Victor: I can't sleep. (10 at night)
Victor: [A picture of the fourth grandfather's pillow] Oh my god, the vacuum is too much, it will wrinkle when you take it out, you have become a grandpa... (10:30 p.m.)
Victor: Miss you for a moment. (11pm)
Victor: Hey, wake up at night and think about you again. (2:40 p.m.)
Victor: Good morning, the alarm clock has 3 minutes left, I will miss you when I get back to the cage. (7:57 am)
Tyron: "..."
Mine can... become a chatterbox.
From the second day on, Victor had a lot of official duties to do. After all, he was the youngest and youngest person in the association, so he had to admit his elders to everyone he saw, which was really a crime.
When an elder wants to give a gift, he can’t refuse; when an elder asks him for a meal, he can’t refuse; when an elder leaves him to talk, he must be humble and educated; if an elder has any difficulties, he should help in time...
Victor smiled gracefully, and secretly sent a text message when he turned his head: [a grimace secretly taking a selfie] I took this opportunity to miss you.
Later, during the meeting, an old gentleman forgot his words and paused for a full twenty seconds.
Victor pretended to accidentally drop his phone on the ground, lowered his head and took another selfie: Shamelessly miss you.
Later, they went to see the scene of the ribbon-cutting ceremony the next day. Victor hid in a piece of props, leaned on a guitar, and crossed his legs and sent a message: I miss you when I am lazy.
Sitting in the official car with one-way glass, Victor took the opportunity to take out his mobile phone: Now I can miss you openly! Hahahahahaha!
These few photos, Tai Lun went back and forth for a while, and saved the grimacing one locally.
In addition to selfies that are not doing business properly, some news photos will also be attached to the text messages.
Because it is impossible for Victor to take a selfie when he is doing business, he will take two pictures of himself from the news, accompanied by his own words.
For example, a picture of a meeting. In the front row sat a group of respected seniors, all of whom were honorary vice-chairmen. Victor sat at the end modestly according to his seniority, but in the final analysis he was still the vice-chairman, which reflected his status.
Among a group of old gentlemen, a young and handsome guy stood out from the crowd and stood out. In particular, he also had a very important speech in which he was well prepared, and his on-the-spot performance was remarkable. Many young people nodded unconsciously.
A lot of news on the front page of this matter still put photos arranged according to seniority, and on the second page, Victor was directly cut in the center of the screen—no way, it is pleasing to the eye, and it is easy to please readers.
Due to the fact that this son has a high-ranking mother who is a deputy admiral, and he himself instructed not to expose too much, Victor's name was not mentioned in a prominent position, but this does not prevent his little fans from calling him His background was turned upside down.
Many fans from Victor directly poured into the CP circle of "Fourth Master x Agent". Victor is quite decent on the surface, as if he knows nothing about these things, not to mention how beautiful he is behind his back!
He directly sent a lot of pictures of formal occasions and CP pictures made by fans to Fourth Master, and said: Cool! die! up!
The next night in the hotel, he set up his mobile phone and took a short video to show how happy he was—
Yes, before Victor took off his suit, he rushed to the pillow and hugged him when he entered the room, rolled around on the bed like a whirlwind, stopped for a while and snickered, and then continued to roll around...
Suddenly, he raised his head, with messy hair sticking to his forehead, picked up the phone, gasped and smiled, fell back on the bed, and whispered, "What should I do, I miss you so much."
After finishing speaking, Victor's smile on the screen gradually faded away, and suddenly he looked at the camera in a quiet manner, and said after a long time, "I want to kiss you."
Then he sighed, grabbed the crumpled pillow next to him, put one hand in his arms, and tightened it tightly.
Tai Lun thought about it after watching this short video, and then went offline to the real world.
Three and a half days later, Victor received an urgent letter.
When he saw the signature, he cheered for a while, then quickly turned on the camera and pointed it at himself, and then hugged the fourth master's pillow that was finally ironed when he had time—
After everything was ready, I opened the envelope and saw a postcard and a video card inside.
Put the video card on the phone, and saw a short ten-second picture recorded in it: at the beginning, I saw Si Ye sitting at the table, the video only captured the upper body and the lower half of the face, and only the thin lips were pursed , the arc of the mandible is stretched gracefully, and the skirt of the clothes is half-opened, quite lazy and casual, as if he just woke up.
Tai Lun took a sip of water unhurriedly, then suddenly stretched out his hands, clasped two stacks of postcards in his palms, stretched out his slender fingers suddenly, and the edges of the postcards twirled, flicked, and folded in his palms obediently.
These postcards all flashed in the camera. They were all custom-made decks from the provincial competition of the League One. They all recorded the most exciting and dazzling moments on the field and the most shining and handsome moments of the players.
These pictures are like magic, changing wantonly under the palm of Fourth Master, flashing charming close-up shots one after another.
Suddenly, Tai Lun's hands stopped, took out a postcard facing away, and then slowly raised it up—
The edge touched his lips lightly.
Kiss, give me a kiss!
——Victor's breathing stopped at that moment! Good to see him strangling the pillow, his hair wanted to stand up!
On the screen, Tai Lun suddenly flew the postcard right at the camera again!
The postcard slammed straight into the switch, stopping the recording in total darkness.
When the video was over, Victor quickly opened the envelope and took out the postcard.
On the front, it really is a close-up of God of War!
It seemed to be the last round of the group stage, he stood in front of the sea of flames, his whole silhouette was tall and sharp, metal buttons and a small blade reflected the cold light, and the most charming thing was a pair of dark golden eyes, like amber Glow reflected in the darkness.
The perfect coexistence of wildness, laziness, coldness and arrogance is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off.
Victor looked at it for a long time before turning over the postcard.
There is no word on the back of the postcard.
But Victor put the postcard in front of his face, smiled happily for a long time, kissed cherishingly, then picked up the pillow, and slammed it on the bed...
Roll around, roll around, roll around...
Suddenly, Victor stood up from the bed again, and quickly found a piece of paper on his bedside table.
Another three and a half days later, Tyron received a reply from Victor.
There is a small note inside, which says: I send you my little world.
The master assassin picked up the envelope and poured it for a long time before seeing a flat, paper-folded flower falling out of it.
— Bluebells.