: Fanwai Ike Time Choice

Compared to the bustling Piltwolf, Zu'an's Snow Festival looks undoubtedly deserted.
Although Zuan is no longer the garbage bin before, it is difficult for Zuan people who have been used to a hard life to be like the Picheng people. In this kind of festival, they can fight various social activities-they prefer to be in this Organize your year's gains in your days, and if you can, look forward to the future.
As the current leader of Zu'an, Ike's Snow Festival is naturally different-when everyone can go home and reunite, he is still in the office.
It's interesting to say that Zuan Fantong used to be a gray organization. They defended Zuan, but they didn't follow the rules themselves. It's completely normal for thieves to touch anything.
After the Zuan Revolution, the Zuan Fandom became a force to maintain the order in this city. This change is not small, but everyone is very accustomed to it.
Ike, for example, has become accustomed to using the Z-drive to reverse time and space in a small area, and then read new information from the faces of politicians over and over again.
Within the scope of time distortion, he can try boldly, and then learn how to get along with people in an upright manner. It is not a problem to say the wrong thing. For Ike, the only problem with this is that it needs to reverse time and space. The energy consumption is a bit large, and it is easy to cause serious migraine headaches.
It was in this kind of migraine headache that Ike quickly grew from a punk young man to a slick old fritter.
The day of naughty and mischievous with the little ghosts became signing documents and intrigues. Ike sometimes felt that managing a city was even more difficult than guarding him in secret.
Today is the Ice Festival, but unfortunately Ike needs to work overtime for free-as the mayor of Zuan, Ike has no claim for overtime.
When Ike finally signed the last document and buckled his pen cap, the time had come to 10:45.
Saying hello to his secretary, Ike took off his formal attire, and then jumped directly from the window of the mayor's office.
Ike wants to go home soon.
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Like most of the Zuan people, Ike's home was destroyed in the war.
Although it is the mayor of Zuan, when Zuan was rebuilt, Ike’s house did not receive any special preferential treatment, but became a small detached house.
Short cut came to the door of his house, Ike took out his key, and then twisted a Z-drive.
The key easily entered the keyhole, and with a click, the door opened.
Ike’s parents were a little surprised to see that their child had returned home before 11 o’clock—Ike was very reluctant to go home because of a severe migraine headache. And live in the office.
"Welcome home, my dear!" Ike's mother opened her arms and gave Ike a big hug. "I thought it was a little late today..."
Embraced in his mother's arms, Ike didn't move, but agreed in a low voice.
"came back……"
Like many strong women in Zuan, Ike’s mother’s arms were not soft-when the Zuan revolution did not happen, when Ike showed his extraordinary talent, his parents began to save money.
In addition to the necessary food, Ike's parents used all the remuneration to clear the relationship, and even owed the rent, just to send Ike to the school in Picheng.
During that time, the speed at which Ike's parents showed old age was almost visible to the naked eye.
Fortunately, a timely revolution rescued them from that terrible vortex—although they are still working, the pay is not comparable before, and there is no need to risk the pneumoconiosis to enter the pit under.
In a truly "grounded" city like Zuan, there are currently no privileged people, and Ike's parents also need to work, which is the most direct manifestation.
"Sit down and wait." Seemingly aware of his son's uncomfortableness, Ike's mother let go of Ike and turned into the kitchen. "I bought a new cake maker at home and used the five points of your dad's salary last month. One, Picheng goods-you like cakes the most... Me and your dad like it too."
Then, while Ike was still a little cramped, his mother was already busy.
As for Ike's father-he was adding tobacco leaves to his pipe, and behind the smoke, he looked at his son with pride.
The sound of tearing the packaging came from the kitchen, and then the sweet creamy smell filled the whole room.
I don't know why, Ike was a little sad.
Ike wanted to talk about something with his parents, but he didn't know why he couldn't speak. He didn't know what he should say. If he said that the work was difficult, it would cause them worry; and if he said something Anecdote...
To be honest, Ike is not exposed to any anecdote now.
Just when Ike was at a loss, a sudden cough broke the peace.
"You should smoke less." Ike finally said, "Originally your lungs are not good..."
"I know." Ike's father waved his hand carelessly. After taking a deep breath, he simply extinguished the pipe. "I'm such a hobby..."
"Ike also said, you have to smoke less!" Ike's mother interjected in time. "You have been coughing recently, how bad it is!"
"Cough is old, what does it have to do with smoking!"
"Why doesn't matter, the doctor said it's related..."
Ike finally relaxed, and the cake was ready soon-when the sweet cake was served, Ike almost forced his parents to take a bite.
Then, just as the cake was pushed in front of him, Ike quietly twisted the Z drive.
Time warped.
The next moment, Ike stood at the door of his house again, holding the key in his hand.
This time ~EbookFREE.me~ Instead of opening the door directly into the house, he chose to take out his working diary and quickly wrote down a line.
"Contact the doctor and do a lung examination for the father."
Closing the notebook, Ike twisted his neck and rubbed his temples vigorously.
Migraine headaches have improved a lot-at least temporarily.
"Come on, Ike~"
"you can!"
After adjusting himself to the best condition, Ike finally inserted the key into the keyhole.
This time, when the door opened, Ike opened his hands and gave his mother a big hug in the parents' stunned mind.
"I'm back!" Ike's tone was full of ease, "and-Happy Snow Festival!"
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