That night, in the bedroom.

Xiao Qian sat on the edge of the bed, her short legs swaying, and her little eyes looked at her brother Han Dong who was practicing martial arts.

Huh.

She tried to imitate Han Dong's heavy breathing.

But Xiao Qian's face turned red, her big eyes were watery, and she could not describe her brother who was like a breath of breath.

By now, Han Dong is a first-class player and is even more comparable to a warrior.

The breathing when standing in the stance alone seemed to turn into a significant airflow. Moreover, after standing in the anode stance for about four hours, Han Dong was a little tired and his breathing was naturally heavier.

Huh.

Han Dong breathed and released the anode pile.

The mountain stake was too thick and he tried it, but he couldn't practice it. Without the internal force of condensation fog as the basis, no matter how standard the posture is, it is meaningless.

"elder brother."

"Sweat you with sweat."

Xiao Qian hurriedly pulled out two pieces of paper, stretched out her white and tender hands, and handed them to Han Dong.

Han Dong took it and wiped the sweat from his forehead a few times. He was about to take a shower, but Xiao Qian timidly grabbed it.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Did Xiao Qian do something wrong today? Mom seems to be in a bad mood." Han Qian pursed her cute little lips and said nodded.

"You can tell this?" Han Dong was surprised.

He is worthy of being his sister.

When I was about four years old, I didn’t have such a high IQ and EQ. No wonder it is said that girls are precocious.

"Uh-huh."

Xiao Qian nodded her head, put her fingers on her lips, looking weak: "Mom is not happy, Xiao Qian wants to make her happy."

"Haha." Han Dong was happy.

It seems that Xiao Qian's vocabulary needs to be expanded.

Mom Chen Shu should be just worried, not unhappy... He couldn't help but pick up the confused Xiao Qian and rubbed her delicate porcelain-like little face twice.

Now?

Why did my brother laugh?

Han Qian widened her confused eyes and was a little at a loss.

Han Dong smiled softly: "I'll talk to my mother later... By the way, my mother is making kelp rib soup, and I'll drink it with my brother later."

"No, don't you compete with your brother for delicious food." Xiao Qian said erectly.

"It's okay, my brother can't drink that much, so I have to ask Xiao Qian for help." Han Dong was so happy that he touched Han Qian's little head.

The face, which was like porcelain, was red and hesitant.

After a while.

Xiao Qian was a little sad and said aggrievedly: "But, but my brother will starve to death."

"?"

Han Dong was stunned.

As his mind turned around, he thought of the joke he had made to Xiao Qian so that his sister would not disturb him from drinking soup... He actually remembered so deeply that somehow, Han Dong felt warm in his heart.

"That's my fault."

Han Dong looked at Han Qian solemnly: "Brother promises not to joke like that anymore. You need to share what is delicious. With Xiao Qian here, what is delicious is really delicious."

Delicious food, lingering.

But it also depends on who you enjoy it with, what you eat, it doesn’t matter, and who you eat with is the most important thing.

Now.

Xiao Qian's eyes lit up, she blinked twice, and she was a little excited: "Yeah."

——

The next morning.

Han Dong took the bus early and set off in Muquan Township.

He sat in the car, looked at the sunshine outside the window, sighed slowly, and a trace of inexplicable pity flashed through his eyes.

Fortunately, I didn’t let my master come forward in person yesterday.

If Ning Moli came out, it would be like a tiger coming out of the cage, and there would be no hope of survival. I guess the whole family would die without leaving any other.

Thinking of this.

He sighed softly again, not knowing whether such a master was good or bad.

Next to the seat was a middle-aged man.

Because of his slightly obese body, he took a few breaths and looked at Han Dong: "Young man, you are so young, why did you sigh for no reason? Look, how good is this sunshine?"

"Yeah, thank you." Han Dong smiled.

The fat man bit his head and said happily in the posture of a person who has experienced it: "You young people always think about love and love all day long. In fact, it is normal to break up and get back together. You look and figure are pretty good, so be confident."

"I'm still alone." Han Dong was ashamed.

It turns out that this middle-aged uncle thought he had encountered emotional setbacks.

Huhu.

The man took a breath, but he said, "I understand, I understand it. You have a great youth at this age, so you should work hard. When you come up with a career, do you still have to worry about emotional problems?"

"No, no."

"Think about it yourself. If you don't have a house or a car, who would want to hand over your own girl to you?"

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Han Dong's expression became even more strange.

yes.

There is indeed no room.

The middle-aged uncle became even more excited. He glanced at the left and right, and saw that there were not many passengers, so he continued to talk: "I have a daughter, who is about the same age as you, so I want to remind you that it is absolutely impossible to have no house or car."

Han Dong whispered: "I have money."

The middle-aged uncle was stunned for a moment and said speechlessly: "Young man, you don't understand what it means to be truly rich. I made my first pot of gold back then and I also felt that I was very rich, but that was just an illusion."

Han Dong whispered: "But I am really rich."

“???”

The middle-aged uncle pursed his lips, wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking and wanted to. After many twists and turns, he finally sighed secretly and didn't speak.

young people.

You don't know what it means to be rich.

For example, I am a real rich man who is thirty-eight years old but has a million yuan in savings.

But he thought about it and thought that considering the fragile self-esteem of young people, what is the definition of money in his heart?

...

Buzz.

Buses gallop onto the expressway.

Passengers who present various aspects of the world are either drowsy, chatting and joking, or being stunned... Han Dong happens to belong to the latter.

The woods and fields outside the window flew backwards.

He was thinking,

If you run wildly with all your might, it should be faster than this bus.

"The degree of integration of first-grade products is about 10%.

"Fifty percent of the fusion degree belongs to the pass. When reaching 100% of the fusion degree, it is the martial arts realm. It is estimated that in another two or three months, you should be able to successfully advance."

Han Dong had a lot of thoughts and was leisurely.

In the blink of an eye, it was about two hours away and finally ended.

Buzz.

The bus stops next to a street in Muquan Township, surrounded by taxis, and some vendors are also hawking around.

The fat man gasped for two breaths, looked at Han Dong who was greeting outside the window, and hurriedly got out of the car with his heavy briefcase.

"taxi."
To be continued...