That night, the stars were lonely and the frost melted.

As soon as Si Fengmian came out of the shower, he saw the phone on the sofa buzzing.

Wipe his hair with a towel and simply put it on his head. Si Fengmian walked over and picked up his phone.

As soon as I connected, I heard a one-liner roar from my phone-

"Brother Feng! Have you received your prize? What method is it?"

"What?"

"The prize for the lottery draw of God Z!"

Si Fengmian pulled off the towel, fell backwards on the soft and sunken sofa, glanced at the text message, and said, "I filled in the school address, I didn't receive a courier message."

"Didn't you read the news?! The prizes from God of Z have been sent out one after another! They were not sent, but sent to someone in person!"

He was excited and said something like this, and he poured all the hot discussions of lucky people on the Internet and the netizens to Si Fengmian.

The incident was quite incredible. From surprise to calm, Si Fengmian took a little time.

Finally, after asking Shanxing's face, he frowned slightly, thought about it carefully, and said, "There are many people visiting the family today, but they don't give me a gift."

"How could it be!" Shan Xing said in shock.

"Today's New Year's Day, school holidays."

After a single trip, I realized it and asked, "What do you mean is that it is possible to send you school tomorrow?"

The previous story in his mind was still single. Si Fengmian was dizzy and gave him some thoughts and analyzed: "If zero implements this gift method to the end, this possibility cannot be ruled out."

"It's true! But to be honest, this god Z is too powerful. I don't know who the sacred is, but I can find local people to help in so many places..."

He talked in a row and expressed his feelings and respect.

Si Fengmian listened absent-mindedly, turned on his phone and stood up to sit at the desk. He moved his hand on the mouse. When the computer screen on the desktop lit up, he logged into Weibo to search for the news that he had said in a single line.

After looking through some popular Weibo posts, he planned to check out the Weibo posts of several winners. As soon as he refreshed, he saw the latest Weibo post by one of them.

[Weijing Duzun]: I have studied it carefully. If this box is not a prank, it is probably the legendary machine box? Anyway, my IQ is probably beyond help. Can any netizens see a trick?

There are several pictures attached under Weibo, all of which are close-ups of wooden boxes.

The phone was full of excitement, but Si Fengmian automatically blocked his words and focused his attention on the wooden box photo.

His expression was thoughtful.

Machine box?

interesting.

*

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Si Sheng, who put down his brush, pinched his eyebrows, got up and went to the living room to pour water, and took the phone that was silently thrown into the drawer.

When she saw the news, she clicked.

[Butler Lu]: Miss Si, are you asleep? I just made some midnight snack. Are you going to eat it?

Time, three minutes ago.

Si Sheng returned [Okay].

When I exited, I saw a series of messages sent by Tao Lele, twenty or thirty, and it was full of news about "zero gifts", screenshots and statements, and feelings. Her excitement and excitement can be seen between the lines.

In addition, news in several groups flooded the screen. Si Sheng took a few glances and found that these people who had nothing to do with the comic circle were actually discussing the issue of "zero gift giving".

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows.

When I exited, I saw the WeChat friend news and saw Xiao Xing, the editor-in-chief of the comics.

This persistent editor will definitely send an application for adding friends every day, regardless of the weather.

He didn't block him, and Si Sheng didn't agree. He clicked on Weibo to take a look.

The news in units of tens of thousands almost exploded, with fans rising by 5 million a day, directly breaking through the 30 million level.

The popularity continues.

As soon as the homepage is refreshed, eight of the ten items are related to her. The latest one is from the Winter Solstice—

[Singer Winter Solstice v]: @zero, why is it a courier to deliver to me? It's not ingenious at all! No matter what, I need an explanation. (ps: How to open the wooden box?)

His fans were coaxing him and asked for explanation.

Si Sheng chuckled and forwarded the response.

【zero】: You are the only express delivery, which is unique. The machine box is simple to construct and research slowly.

After replying, Si Sheng quit Weibo.

She wants people to get in touch with the Winter Solstice, but there is no way. But there is no need.

After packing up, Si Sheng finished drinking the water and went to the next door to knock on the door.

She didn't see it, and under the Weibo post, the original blogger wrote a comment as soon as possible—

[Singer Winter Solstice v]: Too cunning! [Grievance] [Grievance] [Grievance]

Fans and netizens were having fun.

[Hahaha, this is really unique!]

【zero, this shameless scumbag, has come to trick the baby in the Winter Solstice with sweet words again.】

[Through the screen, you can see the grievances of the baby in the Winter Solstice. Don’t cry or cry, your mother hugs you.]

【It's really a machine box? Did God Z make it himself?】

and--

The Winter Solstice, which was squatting in front of my phone, was finished calling out after the ghost was finished with zero comments, and I browsed the previous comments on Weibo.

When he received the gift, he posted a Weibo post, and every item was photographed and posted.

Under this Weibo post, there is a comment that attracted his attention.

[Thinking about one inch and one foot]: The machine box received by the Winter Solstice is the original one? I looked at all the machine box photos, but it had the ginkgo leaves logo on it, and no one else had it.

[Left and right are Zuo You reply @六六六六]: That's right, the special treatment is proven, the Winter Solstice is definitely the son of Zero. In addition, the pattern of this ginkgo leaf looks so familiar, it seems that I have seen it at my grandfather's house, but we don't let us touch the things he collected.

The Winter Solstice only took a look and accidentally refreshed it, and the comments were wiped out without any shock.

He was stunned, put his phone aside, quickly reached the desk, picked up the long wooden box, and looked at it carefully.

Looking for the sign of ginkgo leaves, his fingers gently rubbed them, thinking.

a long time.

The Winter Solstice took a breath and began to roar: "Dong Mom - the Great Beauty of the Winter - the Living Luban -"

"Bang--"

The door was kicked open.

The beauty wearing a facial mask and a nightgown stood at the door, her eyes were big and round, and black, and she was swept over with two irritable eyes.

"What's the ghost howling?!"

The winter solstice shrank his shoulders, weakly raised the machine box in his hand, showing a flattering smile, "Your good son needs help from IQ..."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

My mother looked at him disdainfully, threw the door and left casually.

The winter solstice scratched his hair with his fingers, and a doubt that had been lingering in him for many years came to his mind again-

He won't really pick it up, right?

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Winter Solstice: My mom is a big shot.

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See you tomorrow.
Chapter completed!