The mission time limit of "Full-time Master" is more than three years. If the mission is successfully completed, the corresponding time in the real world should be a little more than one day. Now that I have been sent back to the system after less than three days in it, then the real world will be just one day in the past.

The two-minute appearance, in short, this guy was having fun after he left. What does that mean? You can tell if you think about it with your butt.

Lin Yue narrowed his eyes: "Badun, you seem very happy?"

The light in the dog's eyes disappeared instantly. It twisted its tail and turned around to escape. Lin Yue was much faster than the dog. He rushed over with a single stride, grabbed the dog's head and pulled it in front of its face.

"Do you think that after I take over the mission and leave, I can finally put my hands on my waist and say something?"

Badun's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look at her.

Lin Yue said: "I have good news for you. I have taken on another mission, with a time limit of 20 years."

The Akita Inu's legs trembled and he almost collapsed on the ground.

Lin Yue said with a smile: "How about it? Come with me."

His words were in a discussion tone, but he was so quick that he lost system space before even giving him time to answer.

After grabbing the young man by force, Lin Yue went outside to make a cup of coffee, then walked to sit down in front of his laptop.

The screensaver was not activated, and the screen was still on the video page of "The Master". He shook his head, re-entered the keywords in the search bar, entered the page of "Youth", and clicked on the play icon.

The story takes place in the 1970s. He Xiaoping, a dependent girl, finally joined the art troupe of her dreams after many trials. Little did she know that this place was no different from the places she had stayed in before. She still had to endure a life of being spurned and bullied.

The only person who gave her warmth was Liu Feng, not just to He Xiaoping. Liu Feng, known as the "living **", dedicated his love and warmth to everyone selflessly.

In fact, Liu Feng has always been in love with the beautiful and lively Lin Dingding. When he chose to express this feeling bravely, his life took a completely different direction. The war began, Liu Feng, He Xiaoping and Xiao Suizi

One after another came to the front line. Amidst the bullets and artillery fire, everyone was blooming their youth with life and blood.

It took 2 hours to finish watching the movie. The mentality of watching the movie this time was a little different from that of watching the movie in the cinema. Maybe it was because he had experienced that era in "Love in the Courtyard". The difference was that he was in the Northwest at the time.

The story of "Youth" takes place in the Southwest.

After taking a short rest, he collected himself, looked at the slanting sunlight outside the window, called up the system menu, and chose to accept the task.

Huh~

A white light flashed on the computer chair, and a living person disappeared.

…

Phew~

A gust of wind passed by, and the white smoke in front of me dissipated.

The sound of brushing reached my ears, and it sounded like something was constantly rubbing against iron.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

"Hey, hey, are you okay?"

He shook his head, turned around and saw a guy wearing a military uniform and a white apron looking straight at him, while holding a broom and a bowl of food in an iron pot that was bigger than a washbasin.

Sweep the water stains outward.

He pointed at himself, meaning are you talking to me?

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to someone."

"oh."

Lin Yue shook his head to shake off the dull feeling in his ears.

"Don't be in a daze. Move quickly and make dumplings tonight. The deputy squad leader will come back later and see you dilly-dallying and not doing the job he asked you to do well. He's going to scold you again."

This guy with a pair of squinting eyes is a cook in the cooking class. His name is Han Dazhi, a northerner.

What about yourself?

At this time, the system promptly stuffed the personality information into his head.

Lin Yue, a native of Yunnan, joined the army last year. Because he could play the erhu, he was assigned to the art troupe. However, his training performance was not good, so he was dismissed. It happened that the cooking class was short of people, so he was transferred here.

Of course, everyone knows that he was transferred here.

The band's treatment is so good. They usually play music, and when there is a mission, they are picked up and dropped off by the car, and the food and supplies are all the best. It's like a cooking class, every day is smoky, and there are so many odd jobs.

It exhausts people to death, which means that they can get a little more resources to eat, which is the greatest comfort.

"Hey, I said you...did you hear me?"

Han Dazhi glared and stood up with a broom in hand.

Lin Yue frowned and looked back at the ten bags of flour placed on the tricycle behind him. One bag of flour was thirty kilograms, and ten bags were three hundred kilograms. And there was not just one tricycle, but two.

What do you mean, let him carry it all?

Looking down at my arms, which were not much thicker than a beer bottle, the experiences of the past six months or so came to my mind.

No wonder I'm so thin even though I work in the cooking class. I have to carry a lot of physical work every day, so it's no wonder I've gained weight.

"Oh……"

Lin Yue said: "Han Dazhi, if I remember correctly, we are all cooks in the cooking class. You can wash a pot for twenty minutes there, but you have the nerve to urge me to carry flour alone? You are too embarrassed.

Open your mouth?"

"Huh?"

Han Dazhi was stunned and thought to himself that this kid was not like this before. Everyone in the art troupe knew that he was dull and taciturn. If he was treated unfairly or someone said something he didn't like to hear, he would not say it out even if he was unhappy.

What happened today? How dare you talk back to yourself.

"Lin Yue, you are so brave today. How dare you turn a deaf ear to what the deputy squad leader says?"

"Haha, Han Dazhi, I'll leave it here. This bag can be moved. I'm also a cook. If I move a bag, you can also move a bag. Don't talk about this to the deputy squad leader. Even if the squad leader is here, I dare to say so.

"

"What's wrong with this?"

As a hoarse question came into his ears, Lin Yue turned around and saw the movie actor Liu Feng walking over carrying a military green satchel. It was bulging and looked like it contained a lot of things.

He has single eyelids, a unibrow, not too obvious nasolabial folds on the left and right sides of his nose, and a sad stubble in the middle. His skin is tanned, and he wears a wrinkled but clean military uniform.

A very ordinary person.

"Hey, Liu Feng, are you back?"

Han Dazhi suddenly changed his smile.

Liu Feng took off his satchel and handed it over: "This is a condolence gift given to our art troupe by the superior leaders. The political commissar asked me to bring it to the cooking team to add food to everyone in the evening."

"Let me take a look... sausages, spring rolls, honey knives, oh, and five roast ducks."

Han Dazhi said as he walked into the kitchen with his satchel.

Liu Feng turned his head, looked at the flour bag on the tricycle, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you imitating other people's temper? Come on, let me help you."

It can be seen that he is very familiar with Lin Yue in this world.

They are very familiar with each other, because Liu Feng is a well-known good old man, who learns from Lei*'s model, and the work in the cooking class is very fragmented, so he comes here to help when he has time. Lin Yue is introverted, dull and rarely talkative.

And he doesn’t know how to observe people’s words, and he doesn’t know how to flatter others. He often

The deputy squad leader and others were assigned to carry out flour bags, clean up the dirt on the stove, pull coal and other dirty work. Occasionally, they had to chop firewood to support the frame. Every time Liu Feng saw it, he would put down what he was doing.

He came to help him, and over time the two became good friends.

"What are you still doing? Do you want to do something?"

Seeing his unhappy face, Liu Feng smiled and dug into his trouser pocket, took out a handful of candies wrapped in plastic paper and handed them over: "Chocolate, alcoholic. I spent a lot of effort to get it in Beijing this time."

You arrived, your cooking class is most in need of food, but you must have never eaten this thing."

In the early 1970s, it was good for ordinary people to have enough to eat. Yes, the army was better, and the art troupe was better, but there were also major festivals like chocolate, toffee, cans, such as the Spring Festival tea party, and celebrations after large performances.

I will go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some during the Mid-Autumn Festival. As for wine-filled chocolate, it is a rare non-staple food in the market, and you can't buy it even if you have money and money.

Seeing that Lin Yue didn't answer, he thought he was embarrassed, so he took his arm and patted it in his hand: "Take it, find a place where no one is around when you eat, otherwise you will be embarrassed not to give it to them when they ask for it.

Already."
Chapter completed!