Chapter 3

Zhao Hanyun sits quietly in front of his desk with a story book in front of him. Next to him is an old-fashioned black-and-white TV set. If you don't look carefully, you will think that Zhao Hanyun is reading.

"What shall we do? I still can't find a reason to convince my parents! " Zhao Hanyun crazy, hand unconsciously pulling his hair, too distressed.

"Why? How did my hand become like this? " Zhao Hanyun looked at his left arm in surprise. It was exactly the red spot on it. It turned out to be a black mole. Some people had seen it before and joked with Zhao Hanyun that if she changed the color, she would be the same as the lady who ordered the palace sand in ancient times. Now that it's really red, Zhao Hanyun looks at her mole curiously. She seems to remember what the old man gave her before she went into the black hole. She was scared at that time. She only remembers that her left arm was stabbed, and she doesn't know what it was.

"Personal space?" Zhao Hanyun poked his arm, no response“ Let me in? " Still no response "sesame open the door?" No matter how Zhao Hanyun tried, his hand was red, but he didn't respond, "I'll go. What did you give me? I don't have a manual! " Zhao Hanyun thought about it, found a needle from the drawer, and poked it at his finger, "this should be ok?" Bleeding, in addition to their own hands to poke red, or no response

"What is it?" Zhao Hanyun wants to cry. What treasure does it give her?

"Girl, I'll have dinner later. Take a rest first. Don't read a book!" Yan Jinlan came back to see her daughter reading in front of her desk. She was very pleased, but she was also concerned about letting her daughter pay attention to rest. It was just a holiday!

"I see, mom!" Zhao Hanyun put the needle on the table into the drawer when his mother didn't pay attention to it. He still had time to study.

Summer lunch is very simple, yesterday's leftovers can be full with soup bubbles. It's hot. Although the old house is cool, Zhao Hanyun, who is used to air conditioning, is still a little bit unaccustomed. After lunch, he rushed to the room to blow the fan.

"Bang Bang... Bang Bang..." the sound of the wooden block knocking on the wooden box came from afar, and Zhao Hanyun's mother and daughter heard "give you a dollar, buy it yourself!" Looking at her daughter's yearning eyes, Yan Jinlan gives Zhao Hanyun a yuan to buy it by herself.

"It's very kind of you, mom!" Zhao Hanyun took over the money. Compared with his age, it was a huge sum of money. After jumping to the house, he yelled to the boss who was just stopping there to do business, "uncle, give me a popsicle!" Now I'm not interested in cream products except popsicles. Took a pack of popsicles, is the kind of a bag with several, Zhao Hanyun took the boss to change the money, 2 Mao, not too expensive. Back home, Zhao Hanyun consciously handed the money to his mother, but also actively went to the kitchen to get a bowl, put the bag of popsicles in front of his mother, "Mom, let's eat together."

"Keep your own money, save some money!" However, Yan Jinlan is generous enough to let Zhao Hanyun keep the rest of his money. He has been doing well recently. Give him a reward.

After the heat, mother and daughter are very comfortable nap in the past, the day is hot, at this time basically no one walking outside. When Zhao Hanyun woke up from his sleep, his mother had already got up to work.

"Why one less?" Just want to put the money on the pillow before going to bed to put away, Zhao Hanyun found that one is missing, the mother and her two at home, he fell asleep, his mother is not rare a hair, fell under the bed? It's impossible. Zhao Hanyun's family sleeps in an old-fashioned trampoline, surrounded by one.

"Isn't it?" Zhao Hanyun is now immune to strange phenomena. He puts the coin directly on the red dot on his arm. It's amazing that the red dot on his arm is gradually illusory. A chubby lion pattern appears on Zhao Hanyun's arm and gradually emerges. The lion pattern is very flexible, only as big as the palm of his hand, as if he is about to jump out of Zhao Hanyun's hand, It seems that in order to confirm Zhao Hanyun's idea, the chubby little lion really jumped out of Zhao Hanyun's arm and went straight to the coin in Zhao Hanyun's other hand.

"Alive?" Zhao Hanyun cried out and scared the little lion. He pitifully looked at Zhao Hanyun and seemed to accuse him of scaring him. Zhao Hanyun stretched out his hand and caught the little thing in front of him. "Honestly, what are you?" Zhao Hanyun is very curious about this inexplicable creature, which comes from his own arm.