MTL - Pat Me Please-Chapter 1

"Twenty thousand."

"Eight cakes."

"bump."

"Put it down, shit."

Yu Zhou stretched out his hand to take the card, pushed it with his right hand, and accurately stuck the eight cakes into the seam of the card with his left hand. While everyone was probing, he quickly calculated: "All big pairs are topped by eight fan, two kong, one exposed kong and one concealed kong Three for each family, give money."

"Damn, kill me."

"What luck."

There were complaints on the poker table one after another, and the hot pot shook the empty box: "I have no money, I owe it."

"Transfer, no more calls." Yu Zhou said.

"Run if you win?" Hot Pot reluctantly took out his phone.

Yu Zhou opened the group chat, stared at her after transferring the account, put the phone in his pocket, stood up and walked out the shutter door: "Wanwan is in heat, I don't know if she will pee indiscriminately, I have to go back and watch."

Wanwan is a little female cat fostered by her elder sister at her house. When her elder sister went to Shencheng, she said she would be in foster care for two weeks. In a blink of an eye, it was almost three months.

The kitten has not been neutered, and she has to go into heat once a month. After all, it is not her own cat, and it is not easy for Yu Zhou to lead her to undergo surgery. She can only open the video on the Internet, follow popular science, and clumsily pat her... buttocks.

It's hard to say whether it can be relieved, but after two or three times, Wanwan looked at her with eyes full of love.

Yu Zhou put on his mask, watched a few hair boys come out, the hot pot pulled down the shutter door, it made a clatter like thunder, stomped on it, and bent over to lock the door.

"Once you go back, when will you be able to make an appointment again, great writer." There was a lollipop in the hot pot, like a cigarette.

"Writer shit." Yu Zhou put his hands in his pockets, and only then remembered that he forgot to take a taxi.

After leaving her job at home for a few months, she seems to be not very proficient in some basic life skills. It seems a bit embarrassing for her to start hailing a car just now standing on the street.

Yu Zhou is not a writer, but a writer. She can't tell what the difference is, but there is anyway.

When talking about resigning and writing full-time, her old boss stared at Mung Dou, pushed his glasses and asked her: "Writing novels make a lot of money?"

She nodded furtively.

The old boss reluctantly bid farewell to her with the expression that she had climbed a high branch, and the small department was crouching.

It's hard to say how much she earns from writing novels, but she forgot to tell her old boss that she didn't sign the contract.

I don't want to do it anymore, just these four words literally.

And the excuse of writing a novel is to make the rest of her life seem worthwhile.

After thinking for a while, the bus arrived. Being a writer finally exercised her imagination, which made the process of waiting for the bus not too boring.

She waved goodbye neatly, got in the car and leaned against the window to blow the wind.

In Jiangcheng in August and September, the air used to be filled with the smell of firecrackers, which was so dry that it was on fire, but this year, there was too much rain, and it smelled like wet firecrackers.

Facing the sticky wind, Yu Zhou returned to the community, her bangs were blown up, she looked like a fool, she pushed the steel door a few times in the elevator, but still couldn't press it, she resigned to her fate and opened the door with her bangs upright.

Fingerprints still have to be pressed a second time before the door lock can be recognized by a fool.

"The door has been opened." Said the plain female voice.

Yu Zhou kicked off his shoes, changed into slippers at the entrance, and hung his mask on a hook, thinking that he could use it again next time he went to the nucleic acid test.

While trying to take off his clothes, he shouted "Wanwan".

Wanwan did not come out to greet her as usual.

She looked up and saw a woman sitting on the sofa.

"Fuck." Her hands were still crossed and she was holding the hem of the dress, and she was about to take it off her head with an effort.

The action at this moment shouldn't be swearing, but her legs are a bit weak, if she doesn't swear, she might kneel down.

The woman was sitting on a leather sofa covered with a layer of blankets, combing her hair in an ancient bun, with pearls and hairpins dangling, and wearing a dark red cross-neck dress from an unknown dynasty. It was layered and complicated. At this moment He also looked at her in a little panic.

Yu Zhou was suddenly startled and laughed.

"Hehehehahahahaha." Her laughter rose from her chest, which was weirder than the woman who suddenly appeared.

She doesn't want to, but she has been like this since she was a child. When her legs are cramped and painful to the extreme, and when she is scared to the extreme when watching horror movies, she wants to laugh.

Maybe it's because, if you laugh more lively, you can be more or less emboldened.

The woman was startled, her neck was slightly pulled back, and her face was pale.

His uncle's... looks more like a ghost.

Yu Zhou put her hand on the door lock, sensed it several times, but couldn't align with the infrared port, so she squeezed the handle tightly and asked the **** the sofa: "Who are you?"

She quickly analyzed in her mind, people? ghost?

It cannot be a ghost, and the appearance of a ghost will not be of this virtue. She writes a lot of supernatural novels, and she usually wants to create some momentum. Besides, she also seems to be quite scared. She has never heard of ghosts scaring people, but she has heard of people scaring ghosts.

if people...

It's easy to deal with as a human being. She's a girl, half a head shorter than her, so she shouldn't suffer from a fight.

So she tried to calm down and squeezed out a relaxed smile: "Did you go wrong?"

The girl looked at her, looked her up and down, and finally met her eyes: "I seem to have gone wrong."

The voice is nice, like a cv. It is still ancient and ancient, and the sticky summer night is refreshing.

Yu Zhou then took his hand from the door lock, held the phone, and talked nicely: "Then, don't you want to go back?"

She suddenly thought of another possibility, in case, this girl is crazy.

If he made a mistake, he still sat at someone's house, as if he had made up his mind not to move.

The girl glanced at her, her watery eyes drooped, and she didn't speak.

Yu Zhou stepped on the ground calmly, her legs were no longer weak, so she walked to the dining table, pulled out the stool and sat down: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Yes." The girl nodded.

"What's wrong?" Yu Zhou frowned, "Did you get kicked out for cosplay?"

The girl looked up, then shook her head: "I don't understand."

Yu Zhouchang sighed and rolled up his sleeves: "Are you hot?"

"Hot." The girl hesitated.

"Turn on the air conditioner, I'm hot too."

"air conditioner?"

Yu Zhou stretched out his finger: "The thing in your hand is long, hey, yes, pick it up, see the yellow button in the middle, press it, beep - it's done."

She was so tired, holding her forehead to wait for the cool breeze, thinking why she had to dub the remote control just now.

The girl trembled in fright, neither her hands nor her feet were holding the remote control, she moved her body twice, staring at the air outlet vigilantly.

"You, do you know fairy art?" The girl mustered up her courage, her eyes lit up.

"Immortal art?"

"You will call the wind and the rain."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." Yu Zhou laughed again, laughed twice and then retracted, "Broken. You are only good at fairy arts. Tell me, how did you come to my house."

"I was about to go to bed when there was thunder outside. When I opened my eyes, I was here."

"Oh," Yu Zhou looked at her indescribably, "was struck by lightning?"

"That's true..." Not really, the thunder didn't hit her, but she saw Yu Zhou's crazy appearance, and decided to admit it, "It can be understood in this way."

"If the girl wants."

"I think?" I think? Yu Zhou was furious, "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"

"I don't know."

"I want to call the police."

"Hold," the girl bit her lips in panic, "Hold tight..."

Yu Zhou was impatient: "You've been playing around all day long, the homophonic melody has left my world."

"I..." The girl was at a loss, as if she was about to cry.

The words were a bit heavy, Yu Zhou calmed down, and went through the matter from beginning to end: "You, in the middle of the night, appeared at my house, I didn't chase you away, right? It can be seen that I am kind, warm, low-key, righteous and awe-inspiring. Nice guy with capital letters. Isn't it?"

"…yes."

"I think you look good and speak clearly, and you don't seem to have a problem with your brain. Since you have difficulties, just speak up and keep going around in circles. How can we solve it?"

"I…"

"If you don't go, how can I sleep?"

"I..." The girl thought for a while, made up her mind, and said eloquently: "My name is Xiang Wan. I was born in the 24th year of Xinyuan. I am eighteen this year. My father, Xiang Yu, is the chancellor of the left. Princess Gaozong Zhaohua's daughter, eldest brother Xiang Pi, was the governor of Yanyan at that time, and the doctor of imperial history. She is not yet married, but she is married to..."

"stop."

Started memorizing the family tree.

Yu Zhou propped his chin with his left hand, bit the dead skin on his mouth, remained silent for a while, then changed his tone when he raised his head again: "Is what you said true?"

"Yes." Xiang Wan nodded.

Yu Zhou took out his mobile phone, opened the call interface in front of her, pressed the three numbers 1-1-0, and put his index finger on the dial button expressionlessly: "Is it true?"

Xiang Wan watched her movements inexplicably, a little curious about what she was holding, but only for a moment, then looked at her again, and said seriously: "It's true."

Yu Zhou turned the phone in his hand and locked the screen.

Don't call the police anymore, she dare not.

"Xin Yuan, which dynasty is it from...?"

"Li Chao."

"Oh, yes, yes, I have memorized it from high school textbooks."

Xiang Wan moved his neck uncomfortably.

"So, you have time-traveled?" Yu Zhou pursed his lips and concluded.

That's what makes a writer good, he's well-informed.

"wear…"

"It's going from one time and space to another."

It is not mentioned in the time-traveling novels that the ancients who traveled here are like idiots, they can't understand anything.

"Then," Xiang Wan looked around, his face still pale, "maybe. Now it's..."

"2022 AD."

She held on to the armrest of the sofa, as if struck by lightning: "Then my parents..."

"If nothing else happens, he should be dead."

Xiang Wan held onto his chest and grabbed his sleeve to wipe away his tears.

Yu Zhou started to have a headache.

Her waist also began to hurt, and she urgently needed to lie down on the bed.

"Well, I won't call the police tonight, and you will stay here first. Go to the end from here and turn right. This is the second bedroom. The bed is not made. You can make it yourself. There is a way to test whether what you said is true. I will tell you tomorrow. I'm going out for a while."

Xiang Wan blinked her tearful eyes and listened sobbingly. When she finished speaking, she choked up and said, "What can I do?"

"The pearl hairpin on your head is bang bang. Give me one tomorrow. I'll go to the antique market to see if it's an antique. Hahaha." Yu Zhou laughed at the end.

I don't know why, but I poked her to laugh.

Xiang Wan watched her smile while sniffling, feeling very sad. But there is no other way at the moment, she is alone and helpless, so she can only let her go, so she nodded knowingly.

"Hey," Yu Zhou stood up, "Where are the bowls?"

Xiang Wan took a breath and met by chance, so close?

"Oh, my sister's cat is called Wanwan. A bowl for eating."

"It always rubs against me, I'm afraid, so I put it in the cabinet."

Yu Zhou was shocked: "Which cabinet?"

Xiang Wan pointed aside.

"That's me..." The closet for clothes. It's not ordinary clothes, but clothes that need to be dry-cleaned to be worn out to support the appearance.

Yu Zhou walked over with a disheveled face and opened it. Not surprisingly, the shirts and black coats that had been ironed were completely scuffed by bowls, and cat hairs were piled up on them, and no one was spared.

She took out Wanwan, turned her head and smiled slightly at Xiang Wan.

"Why, what?" Xiang Wan's heart skipped a beat.

"It's nothing." Yu Zhou passed her with the cat in his arms and went to the master bedroom.

When the jade hairpin is sold, let's share some money, she thought.