Chapter 393 Pigeon Fly

Yang Guifei bought this white pigeon to make it easier for Comrade Gou Shi to contact her. In case Comrade Gou Shi has something important to ask her, it is not necessarily a safe way to write a letter or make a phone call. If their contact content is monitored by the "Family Ethics and Moral Arbitration Committee", if you come to a conclusion that her feng shui wife is out of the wall, I'm afraid it will be a big deal. Her feng shui wife's The status will not be guaranteed. Without this status, Yang Guifei fell from the sky to the ground, and it was still the kind that landed first, so the price was extremely heavy. Yang Guifei would definitely not let this result appear, so she spent a lot of money to buy the fighting pigeon in this white pigeon, which could ensure that she would contact Comrade Gou Shi. The secrecy is also worth it.

Comrade Gou Shi looked at the white pigeon that looked like a white hen, as if he had seen his old plum, and his eyes couldn't help bursting into tears. Now he has no way. The only way is that he is the feng shui wife of the Tang family. Only she can help Comrade Gou Shi, so that he can struggle out of this extremely depressed realm, rejuvenate his life and get a new life. Comrade Gou Shi's "Ping Mei" has now become his only hope.

Comrade Gou Shi wants to write a letter to his plum.

So Comrade Gou Shi took out a piece of paper, took out another pen, and then spread the paper. He dipped the pen with some ink, held his cheeks with one hand, and brewed it for a long time. Suddenly, his stomach cooed, but the original literary talent was not brewed, but he brewed out the convenience. He had to go to the toilet to solve the urgent need and come back. After that, he sat down at the table and continued to brew with one hand, and brewed for a long time. He had some clues. He was about to write with a pen. Suddenly, he found that the paper just now was gone. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that he had brewed a lot of convenience just now, so he went to the toilet and took the paper in to clean his buttocks. It is useful, so the paper did not win the fate of flying in the sky with the white pigeon in the end, but it ended up with the waste of all kinds of people in the sewer with the shame imprint brought by Comrade Gou Shi on his face. In one thought, Comrade Gou Shi made the fate of the paper very different. One is extremely noble. The fate full of poetry and painting, one is a humble and unspeakable fate. The gap is so big that it makes people sigh.

Comrade Gou Shi had to change a piece of paper. After being disturbed by this matter, his thoughts were interrupted again and he concentrated for a long time. Then he had a little idea, so he unfolded the paper and wrote on the paper:

"Fat..."

As soon as I wrote the word "Fat", I found that the wording had been used for too long. Although it was lively, the ink had dried up. Because the ink was dry, the word "Fat" was also unclear. Only the imprint of the strokes did not have much ink, so that the onlookers could not see what word he wrote. Comrade Shi sighed and had to fill in ink enthusiastically and write a new letter.

"Well, good things take a long time." Comrade Gou Shi summed up the situation just now with these four words, which is also a cheer for himself, so that his spirit will be too low to affect the expression of words, so that the writing is not beautiful enough, the expression is not smooth enough, the reading is not smooth enough, and the aftertaste is not touching enough. Then he has been brewing emotions for so long, how can Isn't it brewed in vain? So he cheered himself up and cheered himself up. With a full spirit, the words came from the heart. Naturally, he could write beautiful, smooth and touching letters, which was also worthy of the white pigeon that Yang Guifei spent a lot of money to buy.

Comrade Gou Shi brewed the ink and brewed it for a while. He was fully prepared. He solemnly spread the paper and made it in one go. The pen was like a god, "Wow, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced. In a while, he finished the letter. "Haha" in the wild laughter, he tossed the pen out and bowed his head. The more I read this letter, the more satisfied I became. I secretly praised it in my heart, "The words are concise, the words are fluent, and it is quite everyone's demeanor." Proudly, I read the letter out loud:

"Plum, I'm a pot. I'm in big trouble. Come and ask for help. If you don't come to help, I'll be doomed. Love you, the word "

After reading it, Comrade Gou Shi still maintained a complacency. He thought that if the application essay selection was carried out, how could his letter get a high score? He wrote down his situation and requirements for Fu Mei in a very short space, so that Fu Mei knew that she was in trouble at a glance, and naturally she would come over. Rescue, the purpose of my letter has also been achieved. If she doesn't come to the rescue, she will really be doomed. How clear, without delay, the theme is clear, and the central idea is clear. If you want to apply the master to see this exercise, you can only say three words: "I'm convinced U."

Comrade Gou Shi was proud when he suddenly heard the voice downstairs shouting: "Which bastard throws a pen around? It stuck on my head! This son of a bitch who throws a pen, get out of here! If I don't beat you to the ground, I won't be old!"

It turned out that Comrade Gou Shi threw out the pen because he was too proud, but accidentally injured a person named "Laozi". From the decibel analysis of his scolding, it was estimated that the injury was not light, so he was very angry. If he found out who was hot this pen, it was estimated that the thrower's life would be in danger.

Comrade Gou Shi naturally did not dare to squeak his voice, allowing the man to scold downstairs, such as "shrinking turtle son, born son has no ass/eyes" and so on, which are all market sayings and vulgar.

Comrade Gou Shi had already been beaten out of his heart after the ditch oil battle, so he was scolded by the man named "Laozi", and he couldn't bear it. He was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years. He only hoped that he was tired of scolding and naturally left. There was no need to risk his life to argue with him. It was too uncommeable.

The man scolded for more than half an hour, but he was still tireless. It could be seen that he was extremely effective. He only heard him scold and said, "Bastard! Do you think you are Xiao Li Feidao? Flying around with a broken pen? Do you have any fucking virtue? You think you take a shiny broken pen, a fake golden pen..." The scolding here suddenly calmed down.

Comrade Gou Shi was very strange. He heard that the man's decibel suddenly receded and said to himself, "This pen seems to be a golden pen. Let me see the words on the tip of the pen... 24K? Wow, limited edition... Shi Kelang's golden pen... I'm developed..."

Comrade Gou Shi suddenly thought that all his treasure and property had been confiscated and compensated to the broad masses of the people. He was no longer have anything, but the pen he carried with him was not searched. The pen was the "Shi Kelang" brand gold pen he bought when traveling abroad. It was of great value. If he exchanged it for money. Sell it, for him now, is a large amount of income, enough to support his basic life for several months, and he can't lose it. Thinking of this, regardless of the danger of his life, he stretched out his head and shouted out of the window: "Hero, I threw this pen. I'm sorry, I apologize to you..."

But I heard a long series of "du" sounds outside the window, like a roar of a motor. I saw a burst of black smoke quickly leaving under the window at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour. Comrade Gou Shi still had time to see the appearance of the man named "Laozi". This person had quickly disappeared and only left A string of black smoke revealed the trajectory of his departure. He went to the Olympic Games at his speed. He must be a long-distance short-circuit champion. He could only stick out his tongue and gasp for breath. He couldn't look at it from afar and sighed at himself.

Comrade Gou Shi's mouth was wide open and did not close for more than ten minutes.

"It's fucking unforthreate." This man is so fast that Comrade Gou Shi knows that he will definitely not be able to catch up with him, and he can only think that he is unsmomented. Fortunately, the letter has been written. As long as this letter is in the hands of Bao Mei, if she wants to save herself, it is nothing for her to lose a golden pen.

Thinking of this, Comrade Gou Shi had some comfort in his heart. He carefully folded the letter, sealed it with oil paper, opened the pigeon cage, grabbed the pigeon, tied the letter to the pigeon's leg, tied it firmly, and carefully checked it several times. Then he was relieved. He held the pigeon in both hands and said to himself, "Dove, in Soaring in the sky with my ardent hope..."

When I read this, I suddenly thought that it seemed to have plagiarized the lyrics of a song. If I read it again, there might be a legal dispute, so I didn't dare to read it again. I held a pigeon in my hands, throwing it hard into the sky, and shouted loudly, "Fly!"