A story about a retired boss who was raised by his hands and then released into the forest. A child came to his door and helped save the world.
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Make a cup of hot tea, adjust the office chair to the position with the best sunlight, shake out the newspaper, and fish.
Today's headlines are projected on the transparent paper: [The countdown may have accelerated? How long will our world last?], With a photo of a huge clock at the end of the horizon; without blinking, he closed the page and unfolded it again.
A new report: [After the death of the Pope, the people spontaneously organized a million-person march].
Zhibai took a second to look at the lamb's head that the Pope had carefully maintained. This profound and inherited sheep head will appear on the head of the successor in a few days. Speaking of which, he and the Pope still have unresolved disputes...
Zhai Bai was about to continue turning the pages, but he heard other sounds mixed in with the believers' prayers played in the electronic newspaper.
There was an explosion in the distance. Black smoke spewed out, and there seemed to be firelight in the smoke. The wreckage of the high-rise building fell downwards mixed with the smoke. He shook his head regretfully and looked at the real-time headlines: [Breaking news! The collapse of the Aquava Building——]
Turn the page again.
Finally, something he was really interested in appeared in the newspaper: [Change: Will pensions be released in advance? Interpretation of new regulations]
Retirement life. Zhibai studied the article carefully, took a sip of tea, and sighed:
Young people, it is understandable that when they see a world that is about to be destroyed, they want to save it. A small clerk like him still wants to know which comes first, the end of the world or retirement...
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The uninvited visitor was covered in blood and fell at Zhibai's door. The guest looked at him, his eyes that once fascinated Zhi Bai were still clear. Zhibai smiled, and gently picked him up by the waist——
——Move to the middle of the corridor and close the door.
So many years later. Zhibai was pushed down on the bed by the visitor and struggled desperately: No, I didn't mean that at first...
Purpose: Know yourself
