Chapter 126

Qiu Mingquan will always remember that when he was only a teenager, he was pushed to the ground by these people, and he watched the thick wooden stick smash towards his grandfather's leg. ...

"They're here to buy a house by force, you bastard!" He gritted his teeth in his heart.

"What happened to this person?" Feng Rui asked suddenly.

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, and replied: "He bought a lot of houses and land, just in time for the development of the new district later... Later he became the big boss of a real estate company, and it is said that he is very rich."

Feng Rui sneered from his nostrils: "Just right? You are really naive."

Everyone in the world knows that in April 1990, the Prime Minister announced the development and opening of the Pudong New District in Dongshen City, but anyone who has a little bit of news should know that the real time is the "Development Conference" held by the Dongshen City Government in May 1988. Pudong New Area International Symposium”!

But now, some ghosts and ghosts have heard the wind and are ready to move, right?

But, a street bully, how could he know about these historic opportunities? Feng Rui fell into deep thought.

There was silence in the courtyard. ...

This bully is called Wang Daquan, and there are dozens of local gangsters under his command. Last time he came, he made a grand request to buy all the houses here at a very cheap price, saying that his family wanted to set up a brick and tile factory. , is in need of this large piece of land.

Of course the residents are not willing. The little money he paid is not enough to buy half of the area elsewhere. If they really collect the money and move away, they will have to rent the house forever.

--If you have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, no matter how small or old it is, it is still your home, isn't it?

Liu Qinhua took the courage to speak first: "Brother Wang, we have discussed it, and we really can't sell the house. We are dragging our families, and it is not easy to move. Besides, the money is not enough..."

Wang Daquan looked at Liu Dongfeng who was glaring beside her with a half-smile, and walked over.

He arrogantly tapped Liu Dongfeng's shoulder: "I heard that you haven't become a regular yet, right? Come on, come hit me!"

The young men he brought burst into laughter: "Young police trainees? How scary! Hit us, and we will never fight back."

Liu Dongfeng's face was flushed red, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't say a word.

Yes, he has experienced the methods of these people before, and before he gets a taste of them, these hooligans can open a ladle for themselves, and then rush to the police station, falsely accusing the police of beating people!

For him who has not yet become a regular, if he encounters such a thing, his life will be ruined.

Wang Daquan pushed him away with a smile, and whispered to Liu Qinhua: "Sister-in-law, your son is amazing, and I don't want to provoke you. How about this, let's have a private chat later, and I will give you a better condition for your family. As for your son, just Don't meddle!"

Liu Qinhua hesitated for a while, and finally closed her mouth. She couldn't help but not be afraid of her son's work being involved.

Wang Daquan held the wooden stick, swayed left and right, and suddenly kicked up, smashing the pile of coal balls in Aunt Wang's house, and his eyes were full of hostility: "Take my words as deaf ears, right? I have worked so hard to borrow money. 100,000, the brick factory is waiting for this piece of land, you lions, this is killing me! Ah?!"

Wu Dagen rushed forward, trying to stop him, but was held back by his wife behind him.

Aunt Wang was so frightened that she winked again and again, and lowered her voice: "Don't mess with these people, I heard that they beat and disabled people before..."

Wang Daquan looked at the old and young in the compound with satisfaction and said, "Cutting people's wealth is like killing their parents. My surname Wang can put my words here today. Next time I come, I will bring a contract. Anyone who doesn't want to sign it will do so now." speak out."

"Brother Wang, we really have nowhere to go..." Someone begged, "The child is going to school here, where can we go? Brother Wang, please."

Wang Daquan reached out his hand coldly to grab the man who spoke, and lightly nodded him: "You don't want to do it, do you?"

The man bit his lip tightly, and bite the bullet: "Brother Wang, my family has been selling vegetables nearby. If we leave here, what will our family eat?"

Wang Daquan looked at him coldly: "Okay, I will remember you."

He suddenly loosened the man's collar, turned his head and smiled at Liu Dongfeng: "Comrade policeman, I'll save you, don't do anything today."

He turned his head, waved his hands, and sighed: "You don't care about the friendship of the villagers, and you insist on going against my brothers, then you have to be careful, don't come back late at night, and break your leg for no reason."

The naked threats in the words were ready to come out, and the expressions of all the people in the compound, old and young, were extremely ugly.

The notoriety of this Wang Daquan is not for ordinary petty crimes. There are vague rumors in the surrounding villages that he once killed people, and there are not a few people who were injured or maimed by him.

Wang Daquan snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Go!"

Passing by the door, he saw an old woman leaning against the door and looking straight at him, couldn't help feeling bored, and slapped her across the face: "Get lost, old woman!"

But just when the heavy slap was about to slap the old man's face, a small figure rushed over like a cannonball and hugged his waist!

This momentum was so powerful that he staggered back a few steps, and then he stopped, and when he took a closer look, he was meeting a pair of eyes that were black and clear, but burning with faint flames.

Qiu Mingquan only felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

He clearly remembered this scene many years ago!

This man raised his hand and slapped the back of grandma's head against the door panel, causing a huge swelling on the back of her head. At that time, grandma had been lying in bed for several days, dizzy and vomiting, but the family had no money, so she refused to go. The hospital, just endured it so hard.

Looking back now, it was at least a slight concussion!

"What do you want to do, hello?" President Feng said in surprise in his mind, "Are you planning to fight four or five by yourself when you rush over like this? Have you considered the consequences? Where's your brain?"

Qiu Mingquan firmly blocked Wang Daquan and did not answer Feng Rui's question.

He didn't know what would happen next, he only knew that he would not let this person hurt his relatives again if he tried his best. Thinking that soon, this person would bring a stick to the door and break Grandpa's leg, he suddenly felt a shuddering murderous intent.

Kill him, and die with him, just treat this coming life as a waste of time!

Wang Daquan was really confused. In a blink of an eye, the anger came out, and the big hands like iron pincers grabbed Qiu Qingquan's small wrist, and threw him to the side: "Little bastard!"

After all, Qiu Mingquan's body was still that of a skinny boy in his teens, so he was no match for this blow, his whole body fell out, and fell on the coal pile behind him, "cracking" the coal fell into a pile.

"Shall I come?!" President Feng's voice was full of joy and excitement, "You see, although you want to fight, your skills are not good enough! I have learned Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Wing Chun and free kickboxing!"

Qiu Mingquan: "..."

In the past few days, the two of them have roughly figured out the situation. The two of them connected with each other through the jade pendant. As long as Qiu Mingquan, the master, takes the initiative to relax, Feng Rui can easily control his body, which is commonly known as the upper body!

Grandma Qiu became anxious, and rushed forward tremblingly: "Xiaoquan!"

Before she could stand still, she was violently pulled aside, and a big foot flew up into the air, stepping on Qiu Mingquan who was on the ground: "You want to die, dare you touch our boss?!"

Just when the big foot was about to land, a strange scene happened.

The boy suddenly raised his head, and the sharp and cold wolf-like look in his eyes flashed away, as if he had suddenly changed his soul.

President Feng happily took control of a body that didn't belong to him!

As soon as he rolled his body flexibly, the big foot kicked in vain, and then a black poker swept over in an instant, hitting the man's ankle hard, making an ear-piercing muffled sound.

"Ahhh!" With a scream, the man hugged his feet and jumped up, howling endlessly.

Wang Daquan was taken aback, with a fierce look in his eyes, he picked up a small folding stool in the yard, and threw his head at the boy on the ground: even a child dared to challenge his authority, would he still be able to take this piece of land? ?

The folding stool roared down with the sound of the wind.

...The soil splashed, and the folded stool slammed down hard on the ground a few inches away from Qiu Mingquan. In a nick of time, for some reason, Qiu Mingquan dodged deftly and dodged again!

A fist that was not strong hit Wang Daquan's back arm like the wind, and the numbness in the middle made Wang Daquan feel his arm sore, and the folding stool could no longer be held firmly.

The iron poker came in a blink of an eye and hit him hard on the knee. Wang Daquan cried out in pain, his knee hurt so badly, he couldn't hold it any longer, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

As soon as the neck tightened, a foot stepped on his neck hard. When Qiu Mingquan exerted a little force, Wang Daquan felt it was difficult to breathe and his neck was in severe pain.

"Let go of Brother Wang!"

"Little bastard is crazy, looking for death?"...

Liu Dongfeng finally couldn't bear it and rushed out, blocked in front of a few minions, and roared: "Who dares to go up?!"

Wang Daquan was ashamed and angry. He had been rampant in the neighborhood for many years. Today, he was beaten by a child. Now that his neck was stepped on, his suffocation increased sharply when he moved a little, and he couldn't turn over.

"Little brat, believe it or not that I killed your family?" He spat out harsh words word by word, murderous intent aroused in his heart.

Qiu Mingquan didn't pay any attention, and stepped on him harder, causing him to roll his eyes, then raised his head to look at the stunned crowd.

"You all heard, it was he who said he wanted to kill my whole family." He said slowly.

At some point, he quietly inserted the iron tongs into the overturned coal stove beside him, the remaining flames inside were still there, and the sharp mouths of the iron tongs were already burning red.

Then, in front of everyone, he suddenly pressed the red-hot iron tongs on the back of Wang Daquan's hand! ...

The smell of burnt flesh and miserable screams resounded through the small courtyard.

Liu Dongfeng turned his head and froze on the spot in shock.

"Koizumi... you?" Isn't this child too cruel? I haven't found it all these years!

"Ahhh!" Wang Daquan was so burned that he lost his mind, he writhed frantically on the ground, "Boy, if you don't kill me today, I'll kill you!"

Everyone in the compound felt cold, and the eyes of the man on the ground were radiating terror. No one doubted the truth of his words. Why did this child, Ming Quan, suddenly seem to go crazy today?

Grandma Qiu was already scared out of her wits. The old man trembled his hands and wanted to pick up his things to help, but Qiu Mingquan suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Dongfeng with firm and cold eyes.

Liu Dongfeng immediately understood what he meant, and turned around to stop the old man firmly: "Master, don't go over there, it will just cause trouble!"

The real actor, Feng Rui, felt relieved, this little police officer is quite smart.

When he looked at Wang Daquan next to him, his gaze turned to ice.

"Kill me? Okay." He said lightly, the iron tongs in his hand were removed from the back of Wang Daquan's hand, leaving a bloody mess, and then he stepped on Wang Daquan's neck and crushed it even more fiercely with his toes. He rolled his eyes in pain, his face turned purple.

The iron tongs were put into the burning fire again. After a while, the stained flesh on them was charred black, and the tip was red. In the cold winter air, it approached Wang Daquan's carotid artery.

"You killed me today, so many people are watching. Even if your master is willing to catch you, after that, you will have to flee to the end of the world and hide for a few years?" He lowered his body, staring at it with dark eyes. Wang Daquan.

Then, he smiled, and said in a soft voice: "The horse boy who is murdered, the master is willing to use it again, guess what?"

Wang Daquan's veins popped up, and he roared angrily, "You'll be a gangster wherever you go! If I don't kill you today, my fucking surname will not be Wang!"

Qiu Mingquan paused quietly, and moved the tongs a few inches closer. The scorching bright red touched Wang Daquan's temples, and in an instant, a smell of scorched hair protein rose.

"In this case, why don't I kill you?" The boy's clear voice was calm, but his eyes were as cold as the deep sea.

He firmly stepped on Wang Daquan, watched the veins on his forehead bulge, and said coldly, "I'm not yet fourteen years old, I'm a child, you understand."

In the entire compound, there was silence.

Liu Dongfeng swallowed dry saliva, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, Koizumi... put down the tongs!"

Qiu Mingquan didn't answer his words, but raised his head, looked at the terrified big men in front of him, suddenly stopped his harshness, and showed a sweet smile.

Qiu Mingquan was originally handsome and shy, but President Feng looked at those people harmlessly through his skin, but they were so frightened that they felt a chill in their hearts, and they couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"I'm still so young, if I do something stupid out of fear, it seems that I can be forgiven, right?"

Qiu Mingquan acted as if he couldn't hear, like a deaf person, and let the sound bombard him.

Once reborn, the frightening thing is not the unimaginable thing of rebirth, but that when he woke up, he was holding a strange jade pendant tightly in his hand, and there was a ghost in that pendant!

This ghost was undoubtedly the handsome man who fell from the building with him.

What group president is here, it is said that the surname is Feng?

After clarifying the situation, President Feng, who was originally cold and arrogant, seemed to have quickly entered the process of "finding countermeasures".

First, he arrogantly asked Qiu Mingquan why he came out and tripped him, and then blamed Qiu Mingquan for breaking his life-saving jade pendant, which caused him to die—oh no, he died young.

After repeatedly confirming the real rebirth, he immediately faced the reality, calmly and logically ordered Qiu Mingquan to put down everything, and immediately followed his instructions to find some master Yuanhui he knew to try to crack his dilemma.

After listening silently for a few days, Qiu Mingquan finally gave this person a definition.

--A ghost who died unjustly and was unwilling to be reincarnated.

"What a ghost! It doesn't even have a body, neither a blood-red tongue nor half of a head. I want to be able to float around!" President Feng was indignant.

He is just a remnant soul, sealed in jade!

In order to let Qiu Mingquan, who was going to school, get more sleep, the two old people would always prepare meals early, but today is Sunday, so Qiu Mingquan got up early sensiblely so that his grandparents could rest for a while.

Qiu Mingquan tiptoed outside the house, first took some cold water from the public faucet in the yard, and washed his face hastily.

After washing, he ran to the eaves of his house, picked up the pitch-black tin stove, picked up a few pieces of briquettes with tongs from under the broken linoleum cloth that sheltered the rain, and started to light the fire.

Although in the late 1980s, some households had begun to popularize bottled gas tanks, but for their shantytowns, the laying of pipelines brought about by urban development has not yet benefited here.

This kind of tin stove, which disappeared in later generations, uses a thing called honeycomb coal, which is equivalent to five or six cents a piece if bought alone, but more people make semi-finished honeycomb coal by themselves, which is cheaper.

Although they are all familiar neighbors, the briquettes are all piled up under the eaves outdoors, and from time to time, someone will shamelessly steal a piece when they run out.

No, Qiu Mingquan was taken aback when he saw the row of briquettes in his house.

Two dollars less!

A trace of anger rose in Qiu Mingquan's heart.

When he encountered this kind of thing in his teens in his previous life, he was lonely and young at home, so he could only swallow his anger, but now, after all, his mind is already an adult in his 30s and 40s, so such bullying seems particularly irritating.

The coal at the bottom of the coal stove has been completely extinguished after burning overnight.

Qiu Mingquan carefully took out the extinguished coal, put the one that was still burning at the bottom, and put a new one on top, aligning it with the hole.

Red flames slowly burned up from below, Qiu Mingquan lay down on a pot of water, began to wash rice in the aluminum pot, cleaned a few sweet potatoes along the way, chopped them and put them in.

During the busy time, the neighbors also began to get up one after another, cooking and boiling water in the public courtyard.

"It's so early for Koizumi." Sister-in-law Wang next door walked over, yawning and beating her waist. When passing by the coal stove of Qiu Mingquan's house, she poured a small half pot of water into her own pot.

"Auntie got up late and didn't have time to boil the water, please borrow some hot water."

I have been an old neighbor for many years, and they say it is a loan, so that it will not make people feel distressed enough to turn their heads. The means of life of these petty bourgeois is indeed a very subtle, quasi-cunning thing.

"I'm upset, why don't you just scold her boldly?" In his heart, President Feng's voice was cold, "This kind of petty citizen has seen that you are weak and deceitful, hateful!".

Qiu Mingquan was provoked by him, and he raised his head as expected.

The small and thin young man looked at Aunt Wang with his dark eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold her down.

"I didn't have a fever today, so you can borrow it from someone else." His voice was calm, and his eyes were as black as a deep pool.

Aunt Wang's heart trembled for no reason. The child's eyes! Why does it seem to be different suddenly?

Feeling guilty, her voice became louder instead: "Oh, it's not borrowing money, just a little hot water, be careful the more you dig, the poorer you will be!"

Qiu Mingquan stared at her sullenly, but he didn't let go of his little hands: "That's right, our family is old and young, and we can't afford to be taken advantage of by others all the time. If you are poor, you must be poor."

Many of the neighbors around laughed, Mingquan, a kid who usually can't make a dull fart with three sticks, is very powerful today.

Aunt Wang was very angry at this moment, she grabbed the pot forcefully, a few drops of hot water splashed out, and just splashed on Qiu Mingquan's hand, Qiu Mingquan immediately let go of his hand with a loud cry!

Aunt Wang leaned back, and half of the pot of hot water was poured onto her arms. The pot fell to the ground with a bang, and half of the rice in it was spilled.

"Oh! It hurts me to death!" Aunt Wang screamed.

Qiu Mingquan knew in his heart that it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and when the water came out at this temperature and encountered cold air, it would not really hurt people.

Immediately, two big roosters leaped over to the side, pecking at the rice on the ground with vigor, clucking excitedly, their wings flying around, and it was very lively.

Liu Qinhua from the barber shop next door was at the door of her house, combing her hair slowly: "Did Koizumi get burned? Be careful."

Aunt Wang was startled and angry there, and while jumping and blowing the back of her hand, she grabbed Qiu Mingquan: "You little bastard, you deliberately hurt me, see if I don't kill you!"

After all, Qiu Mingquan was an adult in his 30s and 40s, how could he be frightened by this battle, he just looked at her quietly frowning.

The two were close, and Aunt Wang was shocked when she saw his calm expression. Why is the child's eyes so creepy?

But her arm was hurting, and she had never suffered such a disadvantage, so she slapped her head and face: "I will teach you a lesson for your grandparents!"

Feng Rui felt the same in Qiu Mingquan's body, and immediately felt a burning pain, and couldn't help being furious.

--This shrew, hitting his host is not hitting him!

"Don't fight her hard, you're pretending to be cowardly." He cheerfully suggested.

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a moment, and really listened to his idea, and screamed weakly: "Ah! It hurts!"

"Aunt Wang, don't hit me, I didn't mean it! My water...is all for you."

He cried miserably, and then hugged Aunt Wang's leg with his hands again, pawing at the ground with both hands, and wiped the putty all over Aunt Wang's body vigorously: "Aunt Wang, don't hit me!"

Aunt Wang blushed, she saw that her new trousers were full of mud, she was about to suffer from angina pectoris, she quickly pulled Qiu Mingquan's hand: "Get lost!"

"Don't hit me! Woooooooooooo..."

Aunt Wang's five-year-old and third-year-old are jumping around, and Qiu Mingquan's small body is especially pitiful next to her legs. This time, many neighbors couldn't stand it.

Liu Qinhua walked over quickly, grabbed Qiu Mingquan, and blocked Aunt Wang angrily: "A grown-up is not ashamed to beat a child!"

Aunt Wang gave a "pooh" in embarrassment: "Midget your own business, be careful not to open the door for business!"

Liu Qinhua's family owned a barber shop, and the businessman was very superstitious, so he immediately jumped up: "I don't have a business and I'm poor, and I don't want to think about orphans and old people! Those who have no conscience are struck by lightning!"

In the courtyard, the noise, women's scolding and rooster crowing, flew up.

President Feng looked curiously through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, quite shocked.

In his life, he has always lived a good and decent life. How has he ever been in such close contact with this fresh market atmosphere?

Qiu Mingquan shrank behind Liu Qinhua and pulled her: "I'm fine, thank you Aunt Liu."

He used to be reserved and reticent, but this sincere thank you made Liu Qinhua's heart soften.

Bowing her head and stroking his soft and black hair, Liu Qinhua waved her hand proudly: "The hair is so long, come tomorrow, I'll give you a free haircut!"

The hot water on the stove boiled, Qiu Mingquan changed to a steamer and put the sweet potato porridge on it, after a while the porridge started bubbling with sweet potato aroma.

At this moment, Aunt Wang's husband, Wu Dagen, who was cooking, coughed violently.

"Hey, what's going on?" Aunt Wang turned her head and saw a puff of black smoke coming out of her own stove, with a strange smell.

Wu Dagen suddenly roared: "Which little bastard, piss on my briquettes!"

The neighbors around burst into laughter, and those who were close took a cattail fan and slammed it hard to prevent the smell of urine from wafting into their homes, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, your own boy is also a mischievous one, why? Didn't he do it?"

"Hey, what kind of bastard is so wicked!" Aunt Wang smelled the foul smell and saw the black smoke billowing. She jumped her feet angrily, and yelled so loudly that the whole yard could hear, " I caught it, I'll beat your ass and you can't take care of yourself!"

While cursing vigorously, Qiu Mingquan stood in front of her and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I did it."

Aunt Wang was stunned for a while, but didn't understand for a moment.

The boy in front of him had a clear voice, and his black eyes were neither humble nor condescending: "Recently, my house has been throwing coal balls all the time. I lost dozens of dollars. Last night, I urinated on my coal balls, and I wanted to see who will steal."

The ears of the neighbors around were all pricked up, and they all understood at this moment, and laughed out loud with a "puchi".

This little girl from the Qiu family is usually dull, but she has a lot of eyes.

Aunt Wang came to her senses, her big face flushed red: "Bah! It's none of our business that you piss on your own briquettes! My kid will piss too!"

Qiu Mingquan let out an "oh", and suddenly threw out a trump card: "Under the coal balls of my house, a small corner was picked off."

He picked up a piece of coal from his home with his backhand, and there was a missing corner on it.

Then he tilted his head, showing a naive expression: "Aunt Wang, where's your briquettes?"

He stretched out his hand and was about to lift the briquettes at Wu Dagen's feet, but Aunt Wang screamed guiltyly: "Stop!..."

The neighbors around all understood, and couldn't stop laughing. Liu Qinhua was even more overjoyed, and slapped her hands: "Oh, that's true!"

Aunt Wang raised her eyebrows, turned her head to Qiu Mingquan and cursed: "Little bastard has no father to teach, no mother to control! You are just farting!"

Qiu Mingquan smiled lightly, his snow-white teeth were unexpectedly sharp: "If my parents teach me to steal, I'd rather not."

Hearing such words in the previous life, the young heart would naturally feel pain and feel inferior, but now... the waves have long since calmed down.

Wu Dagen is an honest person, and he didn't know what his wife did, but now he was so ashamed that his black and red face was about to bleed.

He thumped to the coal pile in his house, stretched out his hand to move a few briquettes, walked to the door of Qiu Mingquan's house, and put them down without saying a word!

One after another, he moved a full fifty yuan before he stopped panting.

Aunt Wang was furious, and blurted out: "Why pay him so much! I only took a dozen yuan at most--" As soon as the words came out, all the people, young and old, burst into laughter.

Liu Qinhua grinned, and laughed haha: "Look, he's still a habitual thief. If you don't admit it, call the police to investigate. My boss can work at the police station, so arrest him directly!"

The eldest son of Liu Qinhua's family is nineteen years old this year, and he attended the technical secondary school police officer school early. At that time, after the technical secondary school, he had the status of a cadre directly, and he could basically be contracted and assigned to state-owned enterprises and public institutions.

Like the eldest son of Liu Qinhua's family, he went to the police station after he came out of technical secondary school, which is really a good thing for the family.

Beside the faucet, Liu Dongfeng smiled naively, showing half of his arm in winter: "Mom, we can't arrest people casually."

Liu Dongfeng was nineteen years old, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes. After several years of training in the police academy, he had already grown into a strong and healthy body. He was particularly dazzling among the generally weak boys and girls in the 1980s.

Liu Qinhua looked at her son, full of pride: "The smallest thief is still a thief, you have to protect the people!"

Liu Dongfeng bared his teeth and gave a military salute: "Serve the people!"

... At this moment, there was a sneer with a strange sneer at the gate of the compound.

"Oh, it's early in the morning, and I don't go to work." Four or five men who were sloppy walked into the door swaggeringly. The leader was in his thirties, and his face was full of flesh.

The man stood at the door, looked around, and suddenly stretched out his foot, kicking down the coal stove closest to him!

The pot fell, and all the sweet potatoes and porridge that Qiu Mingquan had just cooked fell on the ground. The burning coal balls were broken into pieces, and when they touched the cold ground, they were quickly extinguished.

"It's just right that we are all at home. Have you considered everything I mentioned last time?" The man looked around the crowd with a scornful smile, and swung a thick wooden stick in his hand, making a sharp "whoosh" sound. .

Qiu Mingquan's fist was suddenly clenched.

"What's wrong? What's going on here?" Feng Rui keenly sensed something unusual - since he was reborn, he saw Qiu Mingquan as calm and good-tempered, but now, he can even feel Qiu Mingquan's presence A grief that could no longer be suppressed.

It was as if a fierce lava was about to burst out, burning the man in front of him to death!

He made a gesture of beating someone with his hands, and raised his beautiful little eyebrows in the distance: "Little thief, you can fool Aunt Liu, but you can't fool me!" After saying this, he followed Feng Rui with a thud. , ran to the car.

Sitting in the front seat of the car, Liu Shuyan shook her head with a wry smile. Boys in their teens are just the age for advocating force.

She picked up the three pencil cases from the seat, handed them to Feng Rui and Xiang Cheng respectively, and smiled gently: "I finally got it, you two each have one. Xiang Cheng, bring another one to your sister, it's all right." Study hard."

The eyes of the two children lit up, and Xiang Cheng took it without any shyness, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Auntie."

Going to this Lao Shizi English remedial class with Brother Rui these days, I am so bored, if it is not because he can follow Brother Rui, he is not interested in coming.

However, among the students in the class, there were indeed quite a few of them showing off with this newly popular gold pen, which made him feel a little greedy looking at it.

"Mom, isn't it already out of stock?" Feng Rui took off the golden pen cap and examined it calmly, with a little adult look on his little face.

The introverted nib shape of the gold pen is very comfortable to look at. Unlike foreign famous pens, most of which expose the entire nib, which is domineering and flamboyant. Showing a little bit, I have to say, is very in line with Chinese aesthetics.

Liu Shuyan pointed backwards casually: "That kid just knocked on my car window and sold it to me."

Xiang Cheng was taken aback: "What, is that a small vendor? Then is this genuine product?"

He suddenly scratched his head again, and said embarrassedly: "Auntie, I am not saying that the gold pen is not good, I really like it!"