Chapter 185

Ling Mo fan finally stopped and raised his hand. Just when I thought he was going to do something, he picked up a dead leaf from my head and threw it on the ground.

Leaves slowly floating on the ground, my heart also followed the silence down.

Just now, I thought Ling Mo fan remembered something.

"What are you looking at? Let's go." Help me take down the leaves on my head, Ling Mofan turns around again and goes forward.

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Not long after we left, Ling Mofan and I stopped at a place full of all kinds of small game stalls at the same time.

A small area in front of the crowd, from time to time came a loud noise.

When I passed there, curiosity drove me to stand on tiptoe and take a look at it. It was an activity of playing balloons to win prizes. The prizes were those big and small dolls hanging on the wall.

Originally, I was not interested in these dolls, but in that, I saw a huge Doraemon.

I remember that Ling Mo fan used to like to watch Doraemon, which made me ready to move.

I looked at him. He was also looking at the big blue man, but there was no other expression on his face.

"Do you like it?" Ling Mo fan saw that I had been looking at the blue Doraemon and asked.

"No, but someone should like it." I look up at Ling Mo fan.

It seems that I saw us sitting in the ward that day, and everything was fine.

Imperceptibly, the feeling in the eyes has become soft.

No one is willing to let things go like this. Since I can't indulge in regret all the time, I have to do everything to save it.

Ling Mo fan saw another light in my eyes, turned his head, "that he is quite naive."

"Who said it wasn't?" I walked in the direction of the group with a smile.

Let him scold himself, and you can bully him while Ling Mo fan has lost his memory.

Although the mouth said naive, but Ling Mo fan still followed me.

It's not easy to squeeze into the inside, I found that there are several people trying.

A wall in front of us is lined up with balloons. People have to shoot in a distance of about four or five meters. The more balloons they explode, the more rewards they will get.

"To play?"

I turned to just squeeze in Ling Mo Fan said.

There are a lot of people here. There are three floors inside and three floors outside. I'm short. It's easier to squeeze in, but it's not easy for Ling Mo fan, who is tall.

He doesn't seem to like this kind of crowded place very much. His brows are frowning from just now to now.

"Play it yourself." He tidied up his slightly messy clothes, still holding the little devil's headdress in his hand.

I thought he would throw it away when he took it off, but I didn't expect to keep it.

"That's fine." I nunuzui, "boss, how to calculate the price."

"Ten yuan for 15 darts, twenty yuan for 35 darts, thirty yuan for 60 darts."

The owner of this stall is a middle-aged and fat uncle. He just sat in it and listened to my questions. He was not too enthusiastic. He just gave a brief introduction.

"How many balloons does Doraemon have to fill?" I asked, pointing to the Doraemon doll hanging on it.

"That? That one needs at least 50 shots out of 60 darts. Are you OK, little girl? " When the boss saw me coming up, the lion opened his mouth and looked at me contemptuously.

"If so I think you might have to start with a hundred dollars. " One side of Ling Mo fan's tongue.

I swept over with a white eye and saw the smile at the corner of his mouth.

It's pretty, so I just snorted, "boss, give me 30 yuan."

It's impossible to win so much, but you can't lose in momentum.

Seeing business coming, the boss was too happy to stop me, so even though he didn't think I had a chance, he still didn't stop me. He brought a dart specially used to fight balloons and sent it to me.

I took the dart from him. It was quite heavy, at least not as light as I thought.

Get the darts, I can't wait to aim, launch, and then fail.

Just now, I felt good about myself. I thought I had aimed well, but when the bullet went out, I didn't hit anything.

I found that it was not as easy as I thought before. Although the balloons on the wall were full, they were hard to hit.

I'm not willing to play a few more consecutive darts, or not a balloon burst.

This made me start to doubt my eyes, until I happened to see a balloon shaking slightly at the moment when the darts were sent out.

I probably know why this thing makes so much money. The balloon is specially treated, and the air is not so full. Unless it's in the middle, it won't explode so easily.Although I found this problem, I didn't say anything. It's probably a tacit secret of the industry. If it's a balloon that will blow up at the slightest touch, the boss won't have to make money with it.

More than a dozen darts came down, except for the ones I hit by chance, the others all failed.

It's almost impossible to want Doraemon, so I don't have much hope for the remaining darts.

"Up." Just as I was trying to aim with my darts, Ling Mo fan suddenly reminded me.

I'm concentrating on it. I don't take his words as one thing at all. I still want to play with my own feelings.

See me left aim right aim is not lost darts, Ling Mo fan can't bear it, put out his hand to the darts up a little.

"Fly." Helped me adjust the position, he said.

I think Ling Mo fan's position is not very accurate. Although he is a little unconvinced, he still listens to him and throws it out.

With a bang, a balloon exploded.

I widened my eyes and looked at Ling Mo fan in surprise.

I thought he just gave me a random direction, but I didn't expect that he really hit the mark.

Ling Mo fan's face is a pair of expected expression, arrogant self-confidence.

But I think his success just happened to happen. After all, I didn't think his eyes were so good before.

After hitting this time, I adjusted my position and continued to aim in the second round.

"Left." This time Ling Mo fan spoke again.

I obediently moved the dart to the left a little bit, "stop, this is it."

Ling Mo Fan said very definitely.

"Is there such a God?" I muttered a word, this with my eyes tell me quasi heart seems to be a little bit bad.

With countless doubts in my heart, I threw darts again.

It's another bang. I hit it again.

This fact seems to have hit me in the face again, but I still think Ling Mo fan is a Mongolian. He has never shown his talent in this aspect before.

I didn't believe in evil again. I threw darts according to his tips. Basically, I was hit.

Now I completely believe that Ling Mo fan is really not hoodwinked.

I began to look at him with surprise and doubt.

I don't think I've heard that he'll do it again, right? Or did Ling Mo fan's brain change after he lost his memory?

"It's just better looking." Ling Mo fan took an unfathomable look at me, and his whole body was full of the smell of an expert.

Although his talent really surprised me, I still complained, "then you've been watching me make such a fool for such a long time."

Rubbed his eyes, I am a little depressed, clearly I think several times in front of his aim is right, why not as good as Ling Mo fan casually look at a few eyes.

"It's just that you're going to get a pair of presbyopic glasses." Ling Mo fan seemed to know what I was thinking, so he said.

"Where am I old? I'm only twenty-seven this year..." I retorted.

But Twenty seven seems not small, so ling Mo fan is already thirty.

I looked up and down at Ling Mo fan. His white face and his clothes were not related to those 30-year-old men. They said that he was a young man who had just come out of society.

"Are you twenty-seven?" Ling Mo fan seems to have some don't believe of ask a way.

I look at Ling Mo fan's questioning eyes on his face and feel a little upset in my heart. What does that mean? Do you think I'm small or big?

"What? Can't you see that I'm so old? " I put down my dart and asked with a cross.

"No, I thought you were 30 in the morning." Ling Mo Fan said with a smile in his eyes and a trace of playful tone.

I know from his smile that this is irony, that is to say, I look young.

Although the heart dark cool for a while, but I still pretend to turn around.

"What about me? How old am I? " He seems to have been haunted by the fact that the child just said he was stupid, so he asked me.

I wanted to scare him and say something about forty or fifty years old, but I couldn't bear to see the curious look in his eyes.

Ling Mofan should really want to know what happened before, so I can't bear to make a joke.

I stood on tiptoe, pulled his body down a bit, and said in his ear, "you are three years older than me, and you are already 30 years old this year."

If I hadn't asked suddenly today, I would not have realized this problem.

At this age, other men may already have two children, but Ling Mo fan is still alone. Even his so-called relatives just regard him as a tool.

"It's about as good as I guess."

"Did you guess that long ago?" I thought he didn't really know.Ling Mo fan "well" a, "just want to be a little older, about thirty-four five appearance."

"It's not so old."

Thirty five is a lot worse than thirty, OK? Even if you don't know your age, can't you see this face? That's a face of fresh meat.

"Little girl, do you want to play or not?"

Chatting, one side of the untimely voice inserted a sentence.