Does the game anchor make money seriously or fool around at home?

He thinks he will like a picturesque city. Such as Hangzhou. Walking by the West Lake is like traveling in a picture world. But it turns out that it is an illusion, or a superficial truth. It turns out that he doesn't like places that are too delicate and neat, because "nothing is worth seeing."

So he went to Beijing. When the plane landed at Nanyuan Airport, he thought it was flying in the wrong place. It's so small and broken, like a small airport in a fifth-tier city. The small advantage is convenience. You can walk out of the terminal in five minutes. Sitting in a taxi, he was shocked by the sight along the way-the grass withered, the leaves withered and the streets were ruined, as if burned by war in the sunset. Immediately jump out a poem: waste the trees by the pool, but also talk about being tired of soldiers. Suddenly, he had a sense of crossing. He got into the legend of the condor hero, and in front of him was Niujia Village after the nomads from the army passed by.

He chuckled to himself, this is Beijing, the imperial capital in the 2 1 century, which is interesting. Many southerners can't adapt to this roughness and think that Beijing is too big and tasteless. He felt fine, probably because he was too deeply involved in the play. This messy feeling makes people feel that there is a story and a life.

He grew up in Jiangnan and never stayed in the north. After coming to Beijing, I developed a hobby: vagrancy. His head often occupies the cover of the sports list of friends circle, because he walks to work every day. The population, subway and architecture in Beijing made him curious. "They are messy and dense." He told his friends. The friend said, where is it different? Is Shanghai vast and sparsely populated? He used to go to Shanghai often, and his friend put forward an idea. But it feels a little different. What is the difference? He can't tell. Maybe it's feng shui. He suddenly thought of the word "Feng Shui". It makes sense for the ancients to choose Beijing as the imperial capital and Shanghai as the shop.

This weekend, he wandered around an overpass and looked aimlessly. He saw a middle-aged man walking into an alley. He followed. The middle-aged man said, why are you following me? He said, I want to see it and do a social survey. He took out the fake student ID card he had set up on the stall. The middle-aged man said, oh, I have. You often have nothing to do and ask questions. It turned out that a group of people came to my house and said they belonged to Peking University. They asked me to tick the questionnaire and gave me the lost time in 200 yuan. 200 yuan, where is enough, hahaha.

I don't have a questionnaire.

Don't worry, I won't charge you alone.

A middle-aged man and his family of four live in a small bungalow in an alley. There is a tricycle in front of the door. Men's occupation is selling breakfast, hot soup, biscuits and fried dough sticks. The wife takes care of the children, one big and one small, and the younger one is still nursing.

He asked, what about the child's education? How to ensure the quality of education?

It's right to have a bite to eat, regardless of education. Pa-the man's wife slapped him and flew the toys picked up by the older child. The child endured crying and ran out before he burst into tears. The wife said, this fart baby needs to cry for a while.

He suddenly felt a trace of sympathy. It's funny to think of a news the other day. I'm the one who should be pitied. The aunt who sells egg cakes earns 30 thousand a month, which is much richer than the idle people like him. If the news is true, the strength of Uncle Hu Di Mala Tang should not be underestimated.

He really wants to ask, are these rumors true? Forget it when you reach the tip of your tongue. He thought, why do you ask? If it is true, isn't it in person? Besides, it has nothing to do with me.

He continued to wander. His interest has spread from the city to the suburbs. Once, he went to a small town in the east, where exactly, he thought, it might be the Seventh Ring Road, and he was too lazy to look at the map. There is only one street here. There is a "supply and marketing cooperative shop" on the street. The shop is a wooden counter with shochu, toothpaste, kettle and leap sneakers. In fact, there are also Feiyue shoes, the original products produced by Shanghai Feiyue Shoes Factory, which cost 20 yuan a pair. Now, this shoe has become an international brand and is very fashionable. He quickly bought a pair and put it on, which really made him feel fashionable. No wonder Shaolin Temple uses it to practice lightness skill.

On a dusty roadside, a bright house appeared, with warm yellow walls and milky white iron gates. This is a kindergarten. He thought, this kind of kindergarten for migrant workers, the tuition is cheap, it must be very broken. Compared with Golden Apple Kindergarten, Zhongguancun Kindergarten and Zhejiang University Kindergarten, it is simply "non-mainstream in rural areas". Looking closely, sure enough, the school buildings seem to be all factories.

A row of windows at the door are covered with small red flowers, as well as children's "lunch today": braised cod, braised pork with plum vegetables, Mapo tofu, loofah mung beans and bean sprout meatball soup. ...

He seems a little hungry. Look at his watch. It's noon 12. He wants to find a restaurant, but there are only roads and dust around. The sun was lit and he suddenly felt dizzy, especially hypoglycemia. He squatted in the corner of the kindergarten, took out a piece of chocolate and ate it. It was a little better, and his forehead was still sweating.

Inside the wall, children's cries and the smell of food came out. Their parents, who may have left work now, are preparing Hu spicy soup and fried dough sticks for the vast number of Beijing office workers tomorrow.