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001. Actor's self-cultivation

Boom —————————————!!

An explosion occurred in a bar in Jichuan Town, Chengkong City.

The flames ejected, and the shattered limbs were sprinkled out like rain that was not worthy of money.

The crowd was noisy, howling, and hiding around. Looking for a safe place. Then, they saw blood, saw broken limbs and internal organs, and began to scream in the second round.

Seven people died in this explosion. According to later police investigations, they all belonged to members of the same organization near the underworld.

But at this time, no one thought of it.

This explosion case is just the prelude to the next bloody storm. The curtain composed of falling blood has just been opened...

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Light.

Cut through the sky that was blocked by clusters of black cotton wool.

What followed was the trembling sound of tearing open the cotton wool.

The school is very quiet.

The campus, which is full of vitality during the day, is now letting those dark shadows flow in this sacred teaching place.

wind.

Begins to whistle.

Blow away the dark cotton wool in the sky, but bring another ball to block the space.

Those who have not been tried are not qualified to appreciate the hazy moonlight.

Sin is never born in darkness. It is born in the story told by a dark devil.

The "actor" just stood there...

He stood on the stage with his eyes closed.

Feel your thoughts and memories.

Everything in the past seemed to slide slowly through His eyes again, accompanied by those happy and carefree memories.

at the same time……

The "actor" gritted his teeth and recalled those painful and desperate memories in his mind.

"The sinner must be punished..."

He murmured.

"If the law cannot punish them, I must have been born to punish these sinful people."

Outside the window, the light tear the sky, making the face of the "actor" pale.

Accompanied by this light, the "actor" spread his arms and danced gently on this wide stage. He recalled the past and tasted this dance that made him the happiest and most painful...

After He perfectly stopped this series of elegant and beautiful dance steps...

Tears, reflected by the dazzling light...

From His pale face, it slowly rolled down...

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The weather is a little cold.

This kind of life is just right for Qiao Feng. The weather that is not too hot can save a lot of electricity bills at home and make Yu feel a little better in his mental state.

Pa-pa-pa-pa.

Qiao Feng held the beat and gently patted the quilt hanging on the telephone pole. After the dust rose, he carried the bamboo pole and took it back bit by bit.

"Huh~~~~"

After picking up the quilt, Qiao Feng turned around and placed the sun-dried quilts on the bed.

Soft black hair naturally draws circles after circle on the sheets.

The little face continued to press against the hugging bear, and the dark blue pupils continued to stare at the TV screen as usual, watching the news broadcast inside.

Her face was flushed with a faint pink color. When the news was broadcasting that other countries were suffering from disasters, she became obviously nervous. But after seeing the rescue in time, she relaxed again.

Emotional changes are obvious and I don’t know how to hide them.

Just like a real eight-year-old child, he is as simple as an inexperienced in the world.

He walked to his wife and sat at the head of the bed.

Yu felt the strong body beside him, and his two thin legs supported the soft and weak body. He took two steps to come behind Qiao Feng and sat down.

She leaned against Qiao Feng's back, poked her head out, and continued to look at the screen with her curious ink blue eyes, and looked at the final landscape picture of the news inside seriously.

The curtains in front of the window float gently.

Accompanied by that spiral, the smooth long hair of the rain also swung gently.

This small body shrank a little. The tender yellow nightgown on her body, which was enough to block the wind for ordinary people, looked like another thin layer of skin for her.

Her body trembled slightly.

Then, she got into Qiao Feng's arms and sat down honestly on his thighs.

Qiao Feng also pulled up the quilt and wrapped his weak body. He hugged her and continued to watch TV aimlessly like this, wasting the boring but extremely happy time.

I don’t know how long it took, Qiao Feng raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall.

My daughter is coming back from school.

I lowered my head, but found that what came from my arms was the faint breathing sound.

This small body was lying on it.

Relying against Qiao Feng's chest, long eyelashes covered his eyes. He breathed gently and evenly, and the small breasts were very rhythmic.

Close your eyes and listen...

The beating of the heart came from her chest.

Stable and continuous. It is like a perpetual motion machine that although small, it will never stop, maintaining that little breath... and a little warmth.

Maybe it's too comfortable...

A smile hung on the corner of Qiao Feng's mouth.

He reached out and hugged Yu, stood up gently. He then gently placed her on the bed, covering the bed that had just been sunburned and extremely warm.

Looking at the flushing on her face, Qiao Feng exhaled a long breath.

Well, there are still a lot of housework waiting to be done.

But just as he lifted up his sleeves and was about to go out to cook...

"A Feng~~~~"

On the bed, a slight dream talk came.

Qiao Feng raised his head and looked at the bed behind him slightly.

"I like it the most~~A Feng~~~~"

The smile made Qiao Feng stretch.

"There are also ~ bamboo shoots ~ meat buns ~ ~"

Shrugged, Qiao Feng walked over, wiped the small saliva that was flowing down the corner of her mouth for her, walked out of the bedroom, and started doing housework.

"Ah... it's really troublesome."

When the time came, Qiao Xue kicked open the door of the room with her feet very on time, threw the schoolbag on the table in the living room with one hand, and walked into the room to turn on the computer.

Qiao Feng pressed the little girl's head first and made a silence. Qiao Xue said "Oh" for a while, and then left a sentence "Then I'll use my headphones", then tiptoed into the bedroom, turned on the computer, and then tiptoed out.

"Dad, signature."

This girl took out two test papers from her schoolbag.

Chinese and mathematics are 63 and 61 respectively.

Looking at the extremely subtle numbers, Qiao Feng's brows really frowned.

If you want to say it, this result is definitely not good.

But if you want to say it's bad~~ It's better than the previous few times this girl came to the red lights.

After wiping his hands with a rag and picking up the test paper, Qiao Feng noticed that the girl was not waiting by the side, but walked into the bedroom with a sad face and sat in front of the computer, and started searching.

""Actor's Self-cultivation"?"

Hearing her father's voice, Qiao Xue did not look back. She looked helplessly at the electronic version of the book written by Russian Stanislavsky, frowned.

Qiao Feng didn't even have to carefully flip through the girl's schoolbag to know what was going on. He returned to the door and started to fry some chicken steaks. Soon, a plate of fragrant fried chicken steaks was brought out and placed on the table.

"Woo?"

The house is small and the fragrance is naturally easily smelled.

Xia Yu was seduced by the fragrance from her tranced sleep. After wandering for a few seconds, she immediately got out of bed with the big bear in her arms, sat respectfully at the dining table, and looked at the plate of chicken chops.

It looks really hungry.

"Xiaoxue, come here to have a meal first."

Qiao Xue responded, grabbed her butt and walked over. She picked up her bowl and began to pick up the rice.

Qiao Feng didn't speak, and took care of Xia Yu next to him wholeheartedly. It was not until Xia Yu had eaten a few bites of rice and started biting the chicken chop by himself that he turned to his daughter.

"I remember that Chengkong Academy's annual school anniversary is coming, right? October 1st National Day. Last year, your drama department performed a puppet show that cheated children. Why? This year, the school finally disagrees with you to make trouble?"

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