My Story Comes from Heaven

"Stanktones, funsoffoolishtalk." This time's review meeting was quite impressive, and Chen Xi and his family's old man was so angry that he started talking like a bird. "The task is not to treat guests to dinner, or to write a fuss. It is not to paint or embroider. It's just child's play for you stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs to take our family property..." The beating workers in the audience were stunned and stunned. The superiors on the stage were scolded to the point of being ashamed. It's worthy of being number one on the "God List"! "If we don't listen to you, we will die? Now that the jury recognizes you as a hero, it will let you, the hero, check the heroes, and you, the good man, check the heroes." The little fox suddenly felt chilled in his heart: My life has been like walking on thin ice, do you think I can make it to the other side? No one expected that his first review would look like this. But it doesn't matter. Many years later, Chen Xi stood in the same position as the old man, and also spoke out as the number one on the "God List": "I am here only for three things: fairness, fairness, or fucking fairness."