"Ah, little doctor." The boy who was baking his hands in front of the radiator smiled when he saw me.
Duanmucheng, the fifth-generation single biography of the Duanmu family, is still so happy now. Although his emotional melancholy after many years is a bit horrible, I don't think this will affect his image of a cheerful boy now and in the future.
"Why did you come today."
"Grandpa Ge left me here for dinner and will live in your house tonight."
"Really, that's great, come to my room to play the game console at night."
"Okay."
The short story here hasn't been finished yet, and the boy in that box has already walked over with a gloomy face.
Looking at his face, I always feel a little familiar, but I can't remember who he is, but Duanmucheng, who is outspoken, broke the mystery in one bite.
"He is Zhao Ziyang, and the only grandson of my grandfather's good friend is your opponent." The last sentence was whispered by this kid in my ear.
Zhao Ziyang, I just cated, how could this kid appear here. I just remembered, isn’t this Shaoman’s new boyfriend at the time, why has it turned into "You are Lu Renyi."
"Well, what's the matter." I nodded innocently, and at the same time stuffed the wooden plate into Duanmucheng's hands. Zhao Ziyang is not a good man and believer. It is said that he was a taekwondo leader when he was twelve years old, and it is obvious that he was already tired of twelve years old this year.
This kid really didn't feel at ease. When he stretched out his hand, it was the over-the-shoulder throw-up hand style above the standard, but I didn't take it easy. I flashed his paws along the way. I stretched out my hand and grabbed his wrist. It was a dislocation. Before he could react, Brother Zhao could taste the dislocation of his arm.
"You!" The crisp voice represented that his son was under control. The brilliant middle-aged man who just smiled couldn't sit still, and even Duanmu pillow cast an unexpected look. Just as the guests in the living room were waiting for the lively scene to take place, there was a small noise in the kitchen.
"Little doctor, come in quickly and let'milk' and'milk' take a look."
Zhuge Lan, the hidden chief boss of the Duanmu family, stood at the door, and the face of the old "woman" was full of kind smiles.
"By the way, first help get the Zhao's little ghost's arm back."
"Ok."
This kind of thing has been proficient before, and he is not a master of Chinese medicine, and he will be laughed at when he goes out and mixes.
Zhao Ziyang seemed to still want to do it, but Duanmucheng cleverly stood in between me and him. So I came to Mrs. Ge's original wife.
Well, I forgot to introduce, my grandfather is considered to be the same generation as Duanmuge, so Duanmuzhu is only one generation older than me, and Duanmudong is just as good as me. So speaking of it, I am actually eating tender grass in the old cow. This is really true. It's embarrassing.
"They are all this big, how did you just tell Wang'er?"
"Well, hope is very good to me."
"Grow up quickly, "milk" and "milk" are waiting to eat your wedding candy."
"Ok."
I promised to hide the knife in my smile, and looked at the Duanmu pillow behind me, thinking that my old lady’s temper is the clearest for my son. If he and his father can say a few words, then to his mother, Duanmu pillow is even magnificent. He didn't dare to show up, let alone change his face.
After the tableware was handed over, I ran to the stairs with Duanmucheng holding the dessert box, and at the top of the stairs, Comrade Xiao Zhao stopped me.
"How did you get my gun just now."
"When I stuffed the plate to you, I was okay. Next time I put the gun in the back. Although it is convenient in the front, it will be more fun in case the fire goes off when I take it."
There was another natural laugh. In the laughter, I dragged Duanmu Cheng up to the third floor.
Cheng’s room and Wang’s room are next to each other. As the younger brother of the twins, Cheng has been suppressed by his sister. I know that, and it is precisely because of this that I have stopped in the relationship with Yalai. Lively made unrequited love.
"Sister, come to my room to play the game console."
"Oh right, where's that guy from the Zhao family."
Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. I saw Grandma Lan drag Zhao Ziyang up to the third floor.
"Good boys are not allowed to fight."
After giving this sentence, her old man went downstairs, leaving the four of us with big eyes and small eyes, but Duanmu Cheng would be flexible.
"Let's play the game console together."
Looking at Duanmucheng, who was holding his sister, I thought to myself that this kid really has the talent of a diplomat.
To be honest, I only admit the classic "sex" of this thing. If you want to say the "sex" of the game, then Super Ren is more suitable for me. Fortunately, Duanmucheng also has segagenesis. Of course, we call it md more.
So when the three of them were playing plumbers, I sat there alone and played the Japanese version of The Three Kingdoms. There is no way. It is the end of 1992. There is neither the legend of the holy sword iii that I have always loved nor my appreciation. Romantic Shaka, and I have always turned a blind eye to the existence before ff5. This is really an unspeakable period of hardship.
Soon, when I used Liu Bei to take down half of the country, Wang had already given up the job of repairing pipelines and turned to me.
"You are cheating."
"What do you say?"
I, who is using the tactics of one gold one grain to buy Zhou Yu, who has just been compiled, will not comment on this.
"I think it's not good to play games like this."
"Sometimes life is the same, but the difference with games is that even if you know this is a trick, you have to do it."
"Well, you have reason."
After changing the cassette, Wang and I played Sonic. Surprisingly Wang has a natural feeling for this kind of racing game. I was left behind several times in the beginning.
"Really at stake."
Some numbly watching the controlled tails threw my sonic away and hit the line, Duanmucheng rolled his eyes and said, "Doctor, you have lost five games in a row."
"It's really useless."
"Well, you come and try."
It is rare for Brother Zhao to behave like this on his lips, of course I have to cooperate, so with my earnest warning, the handle was handed over to him.
"What's the matter, do you have the courage to compare with me, or you are worse than the little doctor."
"Who said it, compare it!"
Duanmuwang's words were agitated, Zhao Ziyang certainly refused to admit that he was no match for him, so the battle started again.
At the other end, I pushed the red and white phone and connected the Super Ren phone to the TV. Duanmucheng was a little surprised at how close I was to the car, but I was even more surprised at the back.
"Wow, how did you do it." As Mario stepped on the first barrier, Cheng's mouth almost couldn't close.
"Games are dead, and people are alive." Naturally, I can't say that the current games do not have ai at all. They are completely advanced words such as logical models.
"No matter how good the game is, there is nothing to eat!"
Zhao Ziyang over there put a word down fiercely. He has already lost seven games in a row. Not only was he soaked in the water, but he was watched, and his temper was full of anger at me, and the more damn thing was, I was unable to refute this sentence.
"Anyway, it's the director of the provincial department. Of course it doesn't hurt to stand and talk. You don't look at the numbers on your report card." Cheng helped me to speak, and Zhao Ziyang became anxious when he heard it. Bad grades!"