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Memory puzi photography
The smell of leather shoes filled the room, leaving Fanka without inspiration, so he found a ball of cotton to block his nose and began to write letters.
"Dear Grandpa," he wrote, "I am writing to wish you a Merry Christmas and ask God to bless you. I have no parents, only you are my only relative. "
Fanka felt something was wrong when she wrote here. Does she really have no father or mother? If you really have no parents, where are you from? Did you jump out of a stone? If you really jump out of the stone, your mother should be the crazy stone. Anyway, in Fanka's memory, there is only grandpa's impression-grandpa is the night watchman of the Japanese and French hosts, and the so-called night watchman is the night watchman. He is a very interesting old man, 65 years old. He always sleeps during the day and works like a cat at night. Unlike cats, cats catch mice at night. He catches bad guys at night, but he is a bad guy. If he really catches a bad guy, how old should he be? However, grandpa has two companions. They are not people, but two dogs. The male dog's name is Wang Cai and the female dog's name is loach. On hearing this name, you can imagine how deformed this bitch is.
Grandpa must be patrolling with those two dogs now. Of course, it is also possible that the two dogs are patrolling with grandpa. Anyway, it's night. Grandpa must be on patrol.
Fanka sighed, dipped the pen tip and continued to write.
"I got a beating last night because I shook my boss's son of a bitch's cradle too much. As a result, the rabbit suddenly fell to the ground. Grandpa, you know, the earth has gravity, so the rabbit fell to the ground because of gravity, which has nothing to do with me, but the boss grabbed my hair and pulled it off and let my head follow. Finally, my boss's evaluation is: after pulling and pulling, after punching and kicking, physical performance is good. "
Fanka wrote here and found another failure. If the boss is a bastard, his children should be bastards, not rabbits. After all, illegitimate children can't hatch rabbits, but anyone with a little biological knowledge knows this, but Fanka hasn't changed. Because the boss is a monster, there are freaks to understand, so keep writing.
"This week, the proprietress told me to clean up a herring. I thought cleaning up the herring meant hitting it, so I hit the herring hard with a stick. As a result, the proprietress picked up herring and poked me in the face with a fish mouth, which made me lipstick all over my face, and everyone laughed at me. Those guys often play tricks on me. They asked me to steal the boss's cucumber. The boss found out and patted the cucumber with my head on the spot. Another time they shouted at the boss's back:' boss, you bastard.' After shouting, they skillfully turned back and looked at me in surprise. As a result, the boss turned around and picked up a flower and hit me. This is not an ordinary flower, but a cactus! I was stung all over, like a hedgehog. Here, I get up earlier than the chicken every day and do much more than the donkey. What about the food? Not at all! Eat some bread in the morning, no soy milk, drink some soy milk at noon, no bread, eat some bread at night, and don't even wipe jam! As for braised bear's paw and stewed bird's nest, they are the boss's snacks. They let me sleep in the aisle. As long as their bunny cries, I don't want to sleep, so I have to shake the cradle. Moreover, the boss also stipulates that we have to get up and work when the chicken crows. Grandpa, our chickens always crow in the morning, but our boss introduced a batch of foreign chickens from abroad with a time difference of six hours, so these chickens crow in the middle of the night. Dear grandpa, have mercy and take me away from here and go back to our village home! Or the chickens in our village are kind, and they didn't remember to crow until noon. "Every card pie pie, rubbing his eyes with dirty hands, sobbing.
"I will never set off firecrackers in your cigarette again," he continued. "I will never put sesame oil on your underwear again, and I will never put Chili oil on your dentures again. If I do something wrong again, you can hit me. If you are afraid that I can't find a job, I can go to the housekeeper. For God's sake, let me shine my shoes! Two brushes and a piece of cloth, polish your life, shoeshine is actually a very glorious occupation, dear grandpa, I can't stand it here any longer, I only have a dead end here! I want to run back to our village, but I don't know the way. You once said that the compass can guide me home, but the compass has great technical defects. It can only guide, but our village is in the north. "
"Speaking of Moscow, this is a big city. These houses are owned by gentlemen and old ladies. There are many horses here, but there are no sheep, because anyone riding a sheep in the street will be arrested as a psychopath. The dogs here are not fierce at all. Several times, the dogs here still took me and invited me to have dinner with them. The children here don't play checkers, but play computer. The place where they sing here is called KTV, not the hill. Once, I saw a fish hook in the window of a shop and sold it with a fishing rod and fishing line. It's the first time I've seen that buying a hook can deliver so many things. I heard that these hooks can catch all kinds of fish, which is very expensive, and one of them can even catch beautiful women. This kind of hook usually hangs some pictures of handsome guys. I also saw some shops selling all kinds of guns, just like the guns in CS. I think these must be gun lighters. The butcher shop sells pork, beef, mutton and even dinosaur meat. What puzzles me is, where did they get dinosaur meat? The guy in the shop didn't tell me, saying it was a trade secret, passed from man to woman and from inside to outside. "
"Dear Grandpa, when you hang candy on the Christmas tree, please don't steal it, or you will lose your job. I have experience in this field. "
Fanka sighed sadly. He just looked out of the window. He remembers that it was always Grandpa who went to the Woods to cut down the Christmas tree, and Grandpa always took him there, because if the ranger found out, Grandpa would at least run faster than himself. What a happy day it was! There are so many trees in the forest, which one should be cut down to make a Christmas tree? This is a problem. Usually at this time, grandpa will choose the Christmas tree in the old way bit by bit, either the old man or the monkey. Suddenly, a rabbit jumped out of nowhere, ran across the snowdrift like an arrow, hit a tree and killed it. Grandpa saw it and stayed under the tree all day, waiting for other rabbits to hit it.
Fanka thought of this and felt that his grandfather was at least a celebrity, because he was the hero of the famous waiting story.
"Dear Grandpa, please come quickly." Wanka went on to write: "I beg you to take me out of here for the sake of that killed rabbit. Have pity on me." Everyone here beat me, but I didn't. I am hungry and lonely. I always cry. I cry as soon as I eat, and my tears fall into my rice, so I feel too much salt no matter what I eat. My life is hopeless! ..... I greet the fools in the village, the deaf in the village, and the old mother of everyone in the village. Don't be someone else's grandfather. Your grandson Fanka. Dear grandpa, come! "
Fanka folded the toilet paper wrapped in paper into a heart shape. When he was ready to put it in an envelope, he thought it best to fold it into a Christmas tree. After folding it into a Christmas tree, he thought it was actually better to fold it into a paper crane. What does it look like? Fanka thought for a long time, and finally decided to tear the letter paper into three parts, fold it into a heart, a Christmas tree and a paper crane, and then stuffed the three parts into an envelope and sealed it with snot. He thought about it, dipped it in ink and wrote down the address: "Country Grandpa". Then he scratched his head, thought about it, and added a few words: "Fanka's grandfather."
Fanka was satisfied that no one bothered him to write letters, especially the boss's son of a bitch. It seems that putting that son of a bitch in the microwave oven is really a wise choice, otherwise he can't write a letter when he cries. After writing the letter, Fanka ran to the attic and hung it on a spider web-the night before, he asked the butcher how to send the letter, and the waiter told him, "Send the letter?" You mean send Yi Meier. It's simple. Just write the letter and hang it on the internet, and then the mouse will be OK. " After hanging the letter on the spider's web, Fanka began to look for a crazy mouse. The so-called mouse must be a crazy mouse, he thinks so.
Fanka was busy with everything and fell asleep with sweet hope. In his dream, he saw grandpa, accompanied by the Monkey King and Pig Bajie, driving colorful clouds to pick him up.
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