The Daily Life of the Immortal King

After Lie Mengmeng left, Dad Wang rummaged through boxes in the storage room at home and found a mahogany box with a sense of age. This was originally a funeral item that the old man had prepared for him in advance, and he planned to ask Dad Wang to bury him together when he died.

Dad Wang knew that there are many secrets of the old man. After the old man got Alzheimer's, he was afraid that one day he would forget his mahogany box, so it was stored in Dad Wang's place, and he asked Dad Wang not to open it. But now, in order to cure the old man's Alzheimer's disease, Dad Wang really can't control so much.

"You, like a drop of rain and dew, nourished my heart; you, like a rainbow, took away all my eyes; you, like a bright moon, penetrated into my heart like a rushing stream, Falling out of a beautiful waterfall, I would like to join hands with you to run, jump, and make a beautiful upside-down golden hook in the sunset..."

"Ah~ I like you, like your cold attitude, face my little tricks, like your speed of speaking, go shopping with you to buy clothes, like your little confused, hold hands with you to cross the road, don't have to walk too many maps... …the next stop is, happiness…”

In the study, Dad Wang recited a love letter aloud. This is what the old man wrote on a piece of oiled paper when he was young, and the green handwriting of that year is vaguely visible between the lines.

Wang Dad and Wang Ling shivered in unison, and even the two clams on the side were blown up with dog hair...Nima, such a sentence selected from a selection of elementary school students' essays and a popular lyrics were put together. Love letter, can really express! ?

Erha doubts the usefulness of the love letter.

Dad Wang pointed to the pile of letters in the box. There were all kinds of letter paper in it, all of which were written by the old man. Everyone knows that the old man would be a lover when he was young, and his romantic history is much richer than that of Dad Wang. And the old man is very prescriptive. By judging the personality and preferences of the love object, he can change the style of the love letter.

This letter of first love in a literary and fresh style, Dad Wang found it after reading several letters.

In addition, there are graceful nostalgic types, such as:

"You are like white clouds, I am like black soil, whether you are seventy-one, or I am seventy-five...hold the hand of my son, and grow old together with my son, when I am old, I still want to use my old ticket to board Get on your broken boat..."

There are Xueba with body type, such as:

"I will always be that lonely square root of three, what a wonderful number three is in itself, and my three, with such an ugly square, wish I was a nine, because nine requires only a little calculation , I can get rid of this tragic fate. But if this root number is you, I am willing to become a two, so that you can never get rid of me..."

Finally, there are coquettish and domineering types, such as:

"I hope that one day, you can use your gentle hands to teach my round little ass; I hope you can kiss my fiery biceps with those sexy red lips..."

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After reading these love letters, Dad Wang finally knew why the old man had arranged his funeral items early, and told himself seriously that they were not allowed to open them. I want to know how shameful these things are, but what the old man didn't expect was that his own black history was pulled out by his children and grandchildren to read them one by one before he was buried with him.

After closing the box, Dad Wang took out the first love letter and handed it to Wang Ling: "Is there a way to track down your grandfather's first love?"

Wang Ling frowned, a little hesitant.

At present, the people who have come into contact with this letter are himself, Wang Dad, the old man, and the little green girl.

The Great Reminiscence Technique in the Three Thousand Avenues can trace the location of the person who has touched the object through the object. But there are two preconditions. First, the person who touched the object must still be alive. Second, Wang Ling must have met the person who touched the object.

Aside from the first premise, the second premise is a big problem. In normal times, Wang Ling can completely retrieve the old man's memory through memory retrieval, so as to know the appearance of the green girl, and finally turn it around. Track down the current location of the little green girl.

But now, the old man's dementia has deepened his memory confusion. Wang Ling used memory retrieval, and the information he could see was the same as watching the snowflake signal on TV. Moreover, even if the clues are forcibly retrieved, after so many years, no one can tell how many outlines the "a little green" girl still has in the old man's memory. On the contrary, there will be a danger of aggravating the symptoms of the old man's dementia.

Dad Wang put the stationery in front of Wang Ling's nose again: "Can you smell it? There is probably a little bit of that green girl on this stationery."

Wang Ling: "..." There is no need for a ready-made dog in Tamar, come and smell me!

Because he was afraid of being innocently deducted from his pocket money by Dad Wang again, Wang Ling's mouth twitched. In this situation, this is the only thing to rely on. After all, Erha had learned how to be a dog for so long, and Wang Ling felt that it was necessary to test the results of his learning now.

When he was a clam before, Er clam practiced his own ventriloquism, among which tongue skills were the most pure.

Now that he has become a dog, Er Ha has naturally changed the direction of cultivation.

Everyone knows that dog noses are very effective. As a demon king, Er Ha is trying to get familiar with the current physical environment.

Watching Wang Ling hand the letter to him, Er Ha sniffed carefully. It suddenly thought of something, and always felt that the smell on the letter was familiar.

Is there a result so soon?

Really great!

Seeing Er Ha's reaction, Dad Wang expressed his heartfelt emotion.

Although Er Ha understands human language, her body has lost its hind legs after all, and she has not cultivated enough to allow Er Ha to speak. Everything can only be sent to Dad Wang through Wang Ling's mind reading. After Wang Ling heard Er Ha's reply, a surprised expression flashed across his face.

Dad Wang shook his eyebrows in disbelief, and looked at Wang Ling: "You mean... Er Ha said that the smell on the envelope was smelled in Sixty High School?"

Wang Ling nodded, and Dad Wang's expression was stunned for a while, and he immediately tapped his hand: "Your grandfather did say that the girl graduated from a normal school. Now it is indeed possible to stay in the school and continue to teach! But in the end Which female teacher is that?"

This time, Dad Wang's curiosity was completely aroused.

The father's first love turned out to be a teacher in his son's school?

The girl who can be favored by the old man must be a beautiful goddess when she is young! And according to the first love letter in the style of literature and art, Dad Wang made a brain supplement almost immediately, and the image of a pure and lovely girl with long flowing hair instantly appeared on the paper... Even if he is old now, at least he still has a charming presence. what!

But all of this is limited to Dad Wang's speculation. Wang Ling, the teacher of No. 60 Middle School, has seen almost all of them. To say who has the same charm...

Wang Ling felt that the old antique should be regarded as one... As for the others...

Wang Ling's body trembled involuntarily, and he didn't dare to think about it any longer.

No matter how he thought about this, Wang Ling felt inexplicably flustered.

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So, at night, Wang Ling took advantage of the darkness to teleport Er Ha to No. 60 High School. After Erha's guidance, Wang Ling came to the door of a teacher's office. This is the teacher's office of the elite class. Wang Ling has seen most of them. There are quite a few female teachers. Who.

Then he teleported to the inside of the office with Er Ha, Er Ha huddled in Wang Ling's clothes, and sniffed with his nose...

there it is...

Er Ha guided Wang Ling to a desk.

Immediately following, Wang Ling felt that he had seen the most terrifying story in the first half of his life.

Because of this desk... Tamar actually belongs to Teacher Pan!