"Are you still going?"
The next day, at breakfast, Tao Dongli asked Meng fan while Meng Caitang was supervising the hill's dressing. If Meng caiju was there, he wouldn't dare to ask.
Meng fan naturally knows what Tao Dongli asked. About the neon welcome, it can even be said that he was invited to guide the exchange. He ran half way in the morning because of the haze and hurried back to see it.
To tell the truth, Meng fan originally planned to go to neon to kick the hall. If he didn't kick the country, he would kick at least a few. Although now the whole Asia or the world knows that he can win 100% by playing, Meng fan still wants to play, even if someone may say that he is bullying others.
There is nothing so cheap in this world!
However, Meng fan was really speechless in the neon fighting world.
He is familiar with neon, and he also understands some neon culture. He knows that neon can do such things, and believes that neon really sincerely invites himself to guide and communicate in the past, but he is not happy at all. He admires and hates neon's character of worshiping the strong and learning from the strong sincerely!
When I worship you, I throw myself into the ground, when I learn from you, I devote myself to it, and when I hit you, I spare no effort!
"What are you going to do? Really give them a lecture?"
Meng fan finished eating a sandwich, poured down most of the remaining glass of milk, and then reached for a sandwich.
Tao Dongli drank Lily Tremella japonica rice porridge. He drank it very slowly. He had a bad stomach, half because he stayed up late and half because he drank it in social gatherings. Like milk, he dared not drink it. In recent years, it's a little better. Although he's still a deputy, there are fewer and fewer people drinking his wine, and more and more people blocking his wine. Further up, there will be no one drinking wine, and the work is still very busy.
Slowly drinking, Tao Dongli laughed, "you don't have to hold a lecture, you can sign for sale. Aren't you publishing comics in neon series?"
"That's also the beginning of serialization. I really don't know when it's time to publish the booklet. However, your proposal is really good. I can sign at the neon martial arts museum. Others thought it was a challenge. Many people should come."
"What are you talking about?"
Meng caiju supervised Tao Nanshan to put on his clothes and came out, smiling and asking.
Meng fan ate a sandwich and said, "honestly," he asked me when to go to neon challenge hall, and said to buy me a ticket. I can't say, for fear of you worrying, he told me a lot of national righteousness. "
Cough!
Tao Dongli almost choked, "you stinky boy, when you don't forget to dig a hole to revenge me, don't you?"
The hill sat down next to Meng fan, drank a mouthful of milk, and asked curiously, "what is digging a hole?"
Meng Fan said with a smile, "digging a hole is digging a mud hole. Like Peppa Pig, once you dig a hole, you can play the game of jumping a mud hole."
"Can you take the hill to play with you?" Xiaoshan was very excited. "Page and George often play the game of jumping mud puddles, but Xiaoshan hasn't played it. It should be fun."
Meng caiju stared at Meng fan. It's really a pot that doesn't open. Parents of children all over the country are worried about this. It's good for you to mention it again.
Meng fan continued to tease, "well, when my uncle returns to dig, he will take the hill to jump. PA, a small Nanshan will jump down, and out will be a small mud hill, which is fun. When I was a child, my uncle often played."
The hill wondered, "my uncle used to play when he was a child, so why did my mother say she hadn't played?"
Meng caiju stared at Meng fan again, and then explained to the hill, "you think, the mud pit is so big. After your uncle jumped down, the mud in the mud pit splashed out, and of course, mom didn't have to play."
Xiaoshan understood and nodded, "Oh, so it is."
Meng fan almost vomited blood, and Tao Dongli held back a smile.
The family talked and laughed. After breakfast, they went out together.
"Goodbye, hill."
"Goodbye, Dad, goodbye, mom."
Coming out of the community, Tao Dongli and Meng caiju walk east and west to work. Their work units are very close, one is at No. 2 outer street, the other is at No. 2 South Street, and they can walk within ten minutes.
Meng fan is responsible for sending Xiaoshan to kindergarten. The little guy knows that Meng fan is going to go back today and is very reluctant to give up. He tries to stay with Meng fan for a while, so he must ask Meng fan to send it, and won't let his parents follow.
The couple naturally have no objection to this.
"Xiaoshan, do you really remember the way?"
"Well."
Xiaoshan took Meng fanleng around for several times before reluctantly walking to the kindergarten.
Meng fan didn't know the way, but he had navigation. At first, he thought the little guy was going the wrong way. Later, he knew the little guy's mind.
"Uncle, why do they call you iron God? Do you recognize the wrong person?"
After walking for a while, the hill was curious about why many people passing by said hello to their uncles and called them very strange names.
Meng Fan said with a smile, "iron God is also a title for your uncle. Well... Just like your teachers, they have their own names, but you call them teachers, which means a lot."
The hill thought for a while and said, "the teacher is a teacher. Then, uncle, are you a blacksmith?"
Meng fan wanted to cry, "why do you know so much?"
Xiaoshan was very happy: "mom said that if you want to know more, you must study hard."
Meng fan was amused again.
Not long after, they arrived at the gate of the kindergarten.
"Hello, teacher Xu."
Xiaoshan politely greeted the teacher standing at the door waiting for the children, and introduced Meng fan to the teacher like a small adult: "this is my uncle, who sent me today."
After the introduction, he said to Meng fan, "uncle, I'll go in and remember our agreement."
He stretched out a small hand and held it up. After Meng fan slapped him, he ran inside happily.
Meng fan and Xiaoshan waved their hands, and then reached out and shook hands with the teacher who looked at him eagerly: "the teacher is working hard."
"Not hard, not hard!"
The teacher Xu's face turned red in an instant, and his eyes were looking at Meng fan to leave. He was really an iron God, my God!
Not only her, several female parents who sent their children to school also blushed. This iron God is also too charming, which is much more charming than what you see in the photos in the video!
After leaving the kindergarten, Meng fan stopped a car to the airport. Tao Dongli and Meng caiju were busy. Meng fan was not the kind of delicate person who must be sent off. After waiting in the airport waiting hall for a while, he got on the plane and arrived in Hangzhou at more than 11 o'clock.
"Are you all so free?"
Meng fan didn't expect that after leaving the terminal, there were also pick-up people in Hangzhou, and he also knew how these guys knew their flights. There were also many people he knew, including classmates and water friends such as Pang Shaonian.
"How can we have you free? Go for a walk in South Korea if you have nothing."
"Meng Pang, I heard the teacher say that you skipped class again, hahaha!"
"Iron God, I went to know what it was like to be repatriated. Can you answer it?"
"Boss Meng, the neon fighting world invites you to lecture. Are you going?"
Compared with the emperor capital, there are fewer people here to pick up the plane, but the atmosphere is much better. It's mainly people who know. Meng fan only smiles and takes photos when he is not like the emperor capital. He can respond to some relaxed questions more relaxed.
Of course, there are also people who are very destructive of the atmosphere, such as cutting a teenager: "anchor Meng, I drove here, and I'll take you back to school."
Meng fan was afraid, "you go!"
Everyone who knew the reason laughed.
Of course, Meng fan didn't dare to take the car of the boy who was killed, nor did he take the car of others. Isn't Xing tage also here? He must take his spacious Highlander back.
After getting on the bus, Zhang and Chen Daqiang were holding each other from left to right, poking up and down, looking for something on Meng fan.
Meng fan was speechless: "are you two crazy? What are you looking for? Can I bring you local specialties after playing the hall?"
Zhang compared a silent gesture around: "Shh, don't talk, where are we looking for the plug-in!"
Meng Fan said honestly, "in my brain, do you want to take a knife and slice it?"
Chen Daqiang was curious: "fat, why do you look like you're driving? I haven't seen you practice before! After you started running, it's too cruel! Are fat people good?"
Meng fan rolled his eyes and said frankly, "don't be bored, I just hung up."
"Cut!"
Zhang stopped looking for something around, and then pressed Meng fan's corner of the eye: "shit, this injury is true! Does it hurt?"
Meng fan clapped open with his hand: "you also hurt if I press you like this!"
Chen Daqiang, who originally wanted to reach out and press the corners of his mouth, silently withdrew his hand, thought for a while, and said seriously, "fat, you're a little too impulsive this time. Even if you're 100% confident, you're much bigger, but in case they play something black, it's very dangerous!"
Zhang nodded heavily around and said a few words: "others need invincible heroes, and we need healthy roommates."
Xing tenge compared his thumbs and rarely agreed with what Zhang surrounding said.
Meng fan shivered uncomfortably all over, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help lifting up and laughing and scolding, "Hey, don't fix this for me, I hate sensational!"
Zhang Weiwei said, "let's be practical. The manuscripts at home have been divided among the three of us. Take advantage of the heat and sell them. They must be valuable."
"Can you be a little promising? I have finger gloves and bracelets here. Oh, there are many original socks at home. Take them all."
"We're afraid we'll sell our lives!"
Four people in a car talked and laughed and returned to school. None of the three had any points because Meng fan had become a "hero", and Meng fan was even less likely to change.
The car stopped at the gate of Shuian restaurant. Meng fan didn't go to the restaurant at all after getting off the car. He just ran away and laughed, "well, I'll invite you to dinner in the evening!"
The three of them were stunned, and then instantly figured it out. They couldn't help scolding: "is it so obvious to hold grass over friends?"
Chen Daqiang once met Wu Tong in the community where Meng fan lived. Of course, the other two also knew that Meng fan ran into the community in such a hurry. There was only one answer. Wu Tong was waiting for him at home!