PS: I once again put PS in front of the article. Regarding the scene, I will put three chapters with each character as the main perspective in the middle of each volume, or use it to enrich the characters or connect the past and the future. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like the real plot, but you will feel that the plot is flawed in the future. It may be because you haven’t read these sections... Please understand.

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February 14, 2297 at noon 1450, sunny, an ordinary afternoon.

Xicui Village, four-story home, Lin Mingmei and Lin Mingen.

Sitting in front of the window, facing the blue sky outside the window, the two girls looking at the 25 virtual screens in the center of the room, the smiles of all kinds of men and women on the twenty-five virtual screens in the center of the room. Mingen, the sister who has always been the host of the meeting, said: "Everyone performed well in her work last year, and my sister and I have also fulfilled the rewards I mentioned before. In the next month, we will enjoy their respective half-month paid leave in two separate times."

In the large screen surrounded by twenty-four virtual screen rings, Forrest Gump first lowered his head: "Thank you, Miss."

So the other twenty-four virtual screens all bowed their heads and saluted: "Thank you, boss."

"For the New Year before, you have to work overtime, so our sisters have prepared some small gifts for you. I hope your family can enjoy this half-month vacation trip in Xicuizhuang. My sister and I are here, I hope you have a good time."

This time, everyone in the twenty-four screens smiled happily, saying "let the boss spend money" is endless to the girl. The two sisters waited patiently until the subordinates thanked him, and then nodded with a smile: "This is our sister's affirmation of your work and the reward of your own efforts. The regular tickets from the moon to Mars have been sent to the private account of the twelve people who are on the first phase of vacation. I hope the twelve people who are on the second phase of vacation will continue to implement the spring plan. If you have any questions, please contact Uncle Gan, and he can contact us as soon as possible."

"Yes, boss."

"Okay, the meeting is over. I hope you will continue to make a fortune in the new year."

"Goodbye Miss." Forrest Gump spoke first, and the rest were naturally not willing to fall behind. Amid the farewell sounds of 'Boss Goodbye', the screen turned black one after another.

When the screen was completely black and the sister who interrupted the remote Lianxin sighed, she glanced at the paper report in her hand: "Sister, there is another typo. It's an economics, not a broker. How many times have I said it, you should throw away your damn input method."

"It's the input method, not mine, and you don't understand." As my sister, Mingmei rolled her eyes at the ceiling, and the girl who was looking at the virtual screen in front of her leaned on the soft cushion: "Sister, you said what we can cook for Marceau tonight."

"Tuesday is the rice bowl of beef diced rice, and Wednesday is the crab roe dumplings. I pour rice bowl of pork chops made by Marceau yesterday." The sister buried herself in the mat. She opened the entire recipe collection on the virtual screen: "But Aunt Sophie said that you can't eat too much for Marceau, otherwise Marceau who lacks exercise will be fat."

After thinking for a while, the sister frowned and sighed: "This is really troublesome. What would she do if it were Anne?"

"Stop funny, sister, if it were Anne, this firm little devil of carnivorousism would definitely make Marceau weigh twenty pounds in just ten days." The sister looked down at the complete list of meal scores in front of her: "And because she has invested too much meat recently, the lady of Xicuizhuang has warned us that if she is not restrained, she will temporarily refuse Marceau to come here for our supper."

Silence ran rampant in the room until the ancient bell on the left corner of the entrance opposite the sisters rang for fifteen times. The sister and her sister sighed in unison: "Damn quack doctor."

After a while of silence, my sister finally spoke: "Why don't we throw a fish for Marceau today and take some time to stew it to taste. How about the yellow croaker? Last time I heard from the boss's wife that Marceau likes delicious fish stew the most."

My sister confirmed the time: "Good idea, let's start."

The conversation between the two sisters ended. The sister got up and started to clean up the mats. The sister got up and started to change into her pajamas. At the meeting just now, the sisters were wearing formal clothes.

The sister piled up the mats one by one and placed the rubber sofa next to the mats. The sister had taken off the light blue wool coat and put it on the hanger. The girl unbuttoned the skirt and pulled it down, and lost support. The skirt bound by gravity fell on the woven floor, revealing her slender legs wrapped in white stockings.

At this time, my sister had just unbuttoned the buttons of her coat. My sister opened the wardrobe and took out two slanted plaid nightgowns with white black lines. The only difference between the two nightgowns with the same style is that one has a bee pattern on the left collar, while the other has a bee pattern on the right collar.

The sister hung the clothes on the floating clothes that floated over automatically, reached out to take the coat handed over by her sister, put it on the hanger, and then raised the two coats to the other wardrobe: "Sesame, open the door." The sister's call made the wardrobe obediently open the cabinet door.

Hanging each other's coats into a cabinet full of various colors, the sister turned around and noticed that her sister's skirt had already landed on the ground, and there was no need to say anything. Following her sister's reach, the sister handed the patterned nightgown to her hand. The sister and her sister put on the nightgown and tied the belt in the same movements, bent down and picked up the skirt in a consistent manner, pulled the zipper in a consistent manner, and then clamped it on the clothespin rack. Finally, they pulled their hair ropes off the clothespin rack in a consistent manner.

The sister turned around and let her tie her long hair. Then the sister turned around and asked her to tie her hair rope.

Let’s walk towards the door together, open the door together, walk out together, put on cotton slings, and close the door together. The sister waits for her sister to take out a express letter from the newly activated floating mailbox outside the door, and walks together in the corridor leading to the kitchen.

When there was halfway to the intersection of the attic and the staggered staircase leading to the upper floor, the sister who had read the letter turned her head and looked at her: "Sister, can we continue to walk together in the future?"

"Of course, sister, our future life path will definitely go on like this." When asked by my sister, my sister looked affirmative: "No one can change our lifestyle, and no one can change our life trajectory."

"But some people want to change such a happy life, and want us to live with the pace he thinks." The sister continued to ask.

"I'm sorry, I chose to refuse, sister, where are you." There was no longer a smile on my sister's face. She was holding the handrail on the right, and her expression was stiff. When she saw the floating mailbox, the girl who had activated the dialogue recording function, said to the floating mailbox.

Without answering, the sister kneaded the letter paper at the floating mailbox and threw it back into the mailbox with the two metal rings that were entrained. She watched the floating mailbox disappear into the sky outside the light-transmitting window of the corridor. Her sister and her sister began to move forward. The sister walking in front seemed to be talking to herself: "Sometimes I envy Annie, envy her in simplicity, envy her unique power, and envy her living without hard work."

"But this is the path we chose, sister." The younger sister replied behind her.

"Yes, among the sisters, we have the most advantage in this regard, so it is our responsibility and our obligation..." My sister's sigh reached my sister's ears with her words: "But I have never remembered to invite these troubles beyond these responsibilities and obligations."

"Does trouble always come uninvited? But then again, sister, do you really don't want to know the name of this trouble?" This is my sister's question.

"Since there are no one in each other's lives... why not remember these names." This is my sister's answer. She looked at the stairs in front of her and suddenly asked, "Sister, do you still remember what we are going to do."

"Just like before, please stick to the rock-scissors, sister, the loser goes to the first floor to cut the fish." This is the sister's answer.

Three, two, one.

The sister makes stones and the sister makes cloth.

"Really, I lost to you again." My sister puffed her mouth and held the handrail, and while walking down, she snorted dissatisfied: "Go and wake up Marceau. The nap is over. I will have to do rehabilitation later."

"I understand, sister." As my sister went down to the third floor and continued to walk down without looking back, the sister glanced at her open left hand, put her hands away and walked up the steps leading to the attic, pushed open the wooden door on the top, and walked through the defense line formed by books and books. The sister finally approached her target - the cat-eared boy who was lying on the massage chair.

Bent down, the sister whispered in the cat-eared boy's ear.

"Marceau, get up."

The cat's ears shook, and the boy seemed to have no reaction, but the slightly pouted mouth and the sweat beads falling from his forehead exposed the poor acting skills of some people.
Chapter completed!