I'm going to come next week, and I have plenty of time to prepare.

The tuxedo on the bottom of the box was turned out. Mrs. Mao washed it and ironed it carefully. Mrs. Mao was a home-style woman, and her focus was inevitably deviated. She frowned while holding the fabric and said, "I bought it online? The quality of this material is not good. It's gone after water."

The charlatan emphasized: "The quality is all false, the key is meaning! Meaning!"

Ironed it, hung it on the head of the bed, and gave the gaze three times in the morning, noon and evening.

He started to write a draft again, and wrote the title of the book "The Mystery of the Seven Stars: The Mystery of the Evil" in Xuanyi.

He also solemnly notified Brother Mao that the content to be written this time is more important and must be kept confidential. He hopes that Brother Mao and others will self-discipline, not to spy on his manuscripts, and not to leak them to the outside world.

Brother Mao replied: "I'm gonna be!"

The last book that the charlatan published was called "Strange News and Unknown Things" and was an illegal publication without a book number. He turned right and printed the book in the print shop. It was sponsored by Yue Feng and printed fifty copies for the first time. Then Yue Feng subscribed thirty copies, and the remaining twenty copies were "snatched" by Brother Mao, and it has been piled under the bed.

However, Brother Mao felt that this time, the sales of the charlatan should increase, after all, he met a few more friends.

In my free time, the charlatan caught the opportunity and slapped those people with him. Before he met, Brother Mao was already familiar with him.

——Little pocket, very fun, especially respect me, in my heart... Third, behind us Xiao Tangzi and Ahui. She has good kung fu, and is the authentic martial arts lineage. When she comes, I ask her to climb the wall to show you, and then climb up with a whirlpool.

——She is busy with her master's burial and will not come in a few days.

——Little Radish, I used to be a mercenary abroad. Do you understand mercenaries? It’s very bloody. So don’t mess with him, be polite. People like this usually don’t lose their temper easily. I have never seen him lose his temper before, but if you really lose your temper, it will definitely be amazing. Maybe you will burn your inn.

Brother Mao was speechless and wanted to ask: Then what am I doing to provoke such people to live in the inn?

——Hongsha, everyone called her Erhuo. Their family has been a treasure collector for generations, and it is very professional to go down to Baojing. Unfortunately, I was broken up when I came to her and couldn't develop a pair of tricks to see the treasure. She went to Sizhai and said she wanted to raise a batch of raw stones.

——Xiao Sansan, you are very good at being amateur. You must like him. He can mix bartenders. The bars he is in, the business is good, and the signboard is live.

——There are also Cao Pangpang and Cao Xiaopangdun. They used to be a member of Jiefang Monument, but later they worshipped Xiaobao as their master. He raised a good chicken, called Jiefang. Unfortunately, in the end, Jiefang refused to go with us. Maybe the chicken would like to play with the chicken...

Brother Mao asked: "How many of them come here separately?"

"Come here together. Although everyone is busy now, I have agreed to meet up and come together..."

***

Early this time, the charlatan received a call from Luo Ren, saying that he had all the people and had already set out from Lijiang.

The ancient city is not far from Lijiang. It takes two or three hours to drive, and the charlatan is very happy. After a while, he runs to the door to look around. The reason is: the ancient city inn is almost the same in length, and it is eye-catching when people stand at the door, and it is a pure natural landmark.

Brother Mao thought it was annoying that he ran in and out, and said, "Then don't come in."

The charlatan did not come in. He kept wandering around the gate and caught a few elementary school students who swept cards and bought a few cards for two dollars, and they had a lot of fun playing with people.

Just as I was having fun, there was a sudden sound of brakes behind me. The charlatan was overjoyed and turned around and shouted: "Little Radish, you will be here so soon!"

His eyes suddenly widened and his mouth couldn't close.

It was a semi-new land cruiser, Toyota 4500, behind the windshield, there was a familiar figure who was taking off his sunglasses and raising his chin.

The car door opened and Yue Feng got off from the driver's seat.

The charlatan was a little confused and didn't know how to react for a moment. Yue Feng said, "What are you looking at? It's not the first time you've seen me."

As he said that, he walked around the front of the car, walked to the other side, and opened the rear door.

The charlatan swallowed, not caring about the dolls pestering him to play cards. The guy in his hand threw it over and rushed over.

"Xiao Fengfeng, why are you here?"

"You come, can't I come?"

After saying that, he frowned at the car: "Why, I can't get off the car, right? Are you Yue Xiaofeng or Yue Xiaotang?"

The charlatan noticed that at the open rear door, there was a two or three-year-old guy wearing open crotch pants, half of his butt was exposed, and he was blushing. He leaned down on the door and struggled to move down. His two short legs were pedaling in the air, looking old, and he whispered in his mouth, saying, "Oh, oh."

This is the son of Yue Feng and Ji Tangtang.

It is said that at first, the son was born and held for the master to see. The master calculated it. The master said it was mysterious, meaning that before the child was three years old, he should not name it, but only took the words in his parents' names. Because of the theory, he should not have this child. Even if he had it, he should not be a boy. If he had a name, he would be heard by some "things", and the child would not be able to be saved.

If it were someone else, he would probably use bricks to beat the master with blood, but Yue Feng and his wife were very calm and said, "Okay, let's just do it."

Yue Feng’s parenting theory: girls are spoiled and boys must be rough. Therefore, although Yue Xiaofeng is only over two years old, he does everything by himself. Occasionally, he is lazy, so Yue Feng will hit him with words: “I call you Yue Xiaotang, if you agree, I won’t force you to do it.”

Yue Xiaofeng is not a big man, and his little machismo has expanded. He always feels that being called Yue Xiaotang is extremely shameless. He was angry with Yue Feng several times and said, "The person is called Yue Xiaofeng!"

The car door was a little high, and he probably couldn't get down. A scream rang out from the steps, and Mrs. Mao ran down and cursed: "Fengzi, you are trying to die again! Can you still wear Xiao Maotou's new clothes?"

She ran to the front in three or two steps and picked up Yue Xiaofeng in one hand.

Yue Feng didn't say anything, and looked at Yue Xiaofeng in Mao's wife's arms with a smile. Yue Xiaofeng was very embarrassed, covered his face with his little hand, opened his fingers, and looked at Yue Feng from his fingers.

Then he lowered his head and buried it in Mrs. Mao's arms, and said, "I don't call him Yue Xiaotang."

Then Yue Feng looked at Mrs. Mao: "Sister-in-law, help me see the child for two days."

Mrs. Mao leaned over and looked into the car: "Where is your wife, haven't you come together?"

"She has something to do, so I went to find her, and it was not convenient to take the little guy, so I took it here."

He looked at Yue Xiaofeng: "Did you remember everything I taught you? Who are you?"

Yue Xiaofeng lowered his head, rubbed his hands and said, "Little man."

"Who is his own?"

"Uncle Maomao, Aunt Maomao."

The charlatan protested: "Why am I not my own? Where are me?"

"Can you be bullied?"

"cannot."

"Do you want to be fierce?"

"want!"

"What should I do if I miss my parents?"

"Call up."

"What can't you do?"

"Crying nose."

When talking about the three words "crying nose", I rubbed my hands under my nose and sucked it.

Yue Feng was satisfied, and reached out to touch Yue Xiaofeng's head, turned around and the car, and Mrs. Mao was anxious: "Don't you come in and have a drink of tea? Brother Mao, your brother Mao hasn't come out yet..."

"No, I'll come back to pick up the little guy in a few days." He started the car, suddenly pressed the window and hooked his hand at the charlatan.

"Do you want to go with me?"

The charlatan's eyes glowed, and he was excited and swallowed several times: "Is there any fun?"

Yue Feng handed him a secret look: "Professional matching, quite exciting."

After saying that, as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the charlatan yelled and ran behind the car. In the stunned eyes of Mrs. Mao, he hurriedly opened the car door, like a torpedo launched at close range, almost jumping into the rear seat.

The car door was closed several times and finally brought it with me. When I reached the fork, I made a beautiful turn and disappeared.

This...is leaving now?

Mrs. Mao stood in the air that suddenly became deserted. Not far away, several elementary school children were plowing cards.

I always feel something is wrong.

The next moment, she suddenly realized that the charlatan was standing at the gate early in the morning. Didn’t she say she wanted to “welcome” her friends? Just... leaving?

***

Even without the intermediary of the charlatan, the first meeting between Mao Ge and Luo Ren is still relatively satisfactory.

Compared with the previous introduction of the charlatan, Brother Mao checked the person in front of him one by one.

In his eyes, although Luo Ren is the most steadfast and polite and modest, it is actually quite difficult to make friends with him or go further. In other words, Luo Ren is not a person who makes friends easily.

On the contrary, they hit it off with Yi Wansan and Cao Yanhua. These two people looked the most like those friends he already knew. They were full of turmoil and were swaying as they were. After chatting for a few words, Yi Wansan expressed generously that they could help in the bar at night and guide the bartender who was not very smart in Mao Ge's store.

Yanhongsha was a familiar person who was always familiar with him. He kept asking questions around him, as if he would not give up until he touched the travel consultation of the ancient city.

Brother Mao paid the most attention to it was Kiyo, because among the few people, she was the least eye-catching.

She stood behind Luo Ren, not talking much, and kept listening to Luo Ren and others talking. Occasionally, she would smile slightly when she touched Brother Mao's eyes.

It's really strange that people have aura. The people in front of them, Luo Ren, 13, Cao Yanhua and even Yanhongsha, all have auras that are released, but this Wood Age is collected inward.

Brother Mao thought about it. In the past many years, he had seen many people. It was really... there were very few people like Kimoyo.

***

When we entered the backyard, Yan Hongsha relied on the information he had inquired from Brother Mao, and looked like a senior tour guide. He issued an order saying that everyone would go back to the room to put their luggage first, and gather in the yard later. We would go eat xxx first, then play xxx, and rent bicycles around the ancient city in the afternoon.

She has really arranged the routes for food, accommodation, travel, and half-day trips.

Someone did Mu Dai's luggage on his behalf, which was the benefit of having both a boyfriend and an apprentice. When everyone went back to their rooms, she was waiting alone in the backyard. Brother Mao's backyard was packed in a very romantic way, with a glass-topped sunny bookstore, a swing stand, a rockery, and a small flower bed.

She walked and looked, and suddenly stopped outside the glass bookstore.

There was a two or three-year-old guy crying inside.

I cried very restrainedly, not the kind of crying loudly, but I was very sad. I kept wiping my tears with the back of my hands. After crying for a while, I took a piece of paper from the tissue box and blew my nose.

Mu Dai secretly pushed the glass door open a gap.

Hearing his tits muttering in a slight voice.

——"I am so pitiful, I picked it up."

Most of the children of this age can already speak coherent sentences, but they have a sense of seriousness in their words, which sounds particularly funny. Muyoshi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Chapter completed!