During this period, being attacked by Qian Hong's irregular and continuous attacks, Yang Wen's family also thought of some methods, such as scolding the street violently, asking among the children in the neighborhood, and simply going to the security department to make trouble, but without exception, there was no effect, and the glass was still broken.

Qian Hong is very cautious in doing things, not only did he not disclose the news to anyone, but he was even more imaginative when he acted, sometimes he shot a shot when he passed by in the morning, sometimes he shot a shot on the way to play, and sometimes he came to shoot a shot in the evening, the most thrilling of which was that Qian Hong and Ma Ji Ren Hongwei passed by side by side, but Qian Hong was only one step behind, and a small pebble was launched within 2 seconds.

Such repeated torture is like stabbing a person with a toothpick, but this person can't dodge, can't resist, not fatal but definitely annoying, so after experiencing helplessness, anger, and woodenness, Qian Hong finally completely trained the family to lose their temper.

A few days ago, I met Yang Wen's kid on the basketball court by chance, and found that his face was obviously collapsed, and he walked away without much energy, and it was estimated that the family blamed him for the frequent smashing of glass, and he didn't have a good life during the whole summer vacation.

Pull, aim, let go......

"Whoosh, pop!" Qian Hong felt a sudden air flow across his face, and the stone that was no more than the size of a fingernail flew out like lightning, and after flying 3-40 meters in the air, it landed accurately on the window glass, due to the strength and volume, it instantly left a hole the size of a steel hammer on the glass, and of course, there were several small cracks around it.

"Who? Who did it? There is a kind of thing that you stand up, there is a mother and no mother, I dig your ancestral grave, endlessly......" As if in a second, the door of the house upstairs in Wangjiang was pushed open, and then a man in his 40s stood up and scolded aimlessly, which soon attracted a large number of people around to probe their brains.

As for Qian Hong, at this moment, he seemed to shoot down the heroic archer of the enemy general, after feeding the devil in his heart, there was an extremely comfortable and relaxed feeling all over his body, he simply pressed the slingshot under the bricks of the coal shed next to him, and quickly left along the shadow of the coal shed, but who knew that more than ten meters away, a figure suddenly rushed out.

"What are you doing here?" came out of Yang Wen, this guy is also quite cunning, hiding in the shadows just to catch people, when he saw Qian Hong's face, he was first shocked, and then there was a strong hatred, his eyes were on fire and he didn't say anything, and his tone sounded as if he wanted to eat people.

"I'll go to the boat station with my aunt!" replied with an innocent face, and at the same time he was quickly calculating in his heart, how to deceive him.

But as Yang Wen's attempted victim, Qian Hong naturally had suspicions, so Yang Wen simply didn't talk nonsense, and directly searched for Qian Hong, trying to find the facts of the crime.

"What are you doing?" Qian Hong asked, of course, while dodging.

"Be honest, or I'll beat you up. It's a pity that after Yang Wen made a threat, he couldn't find anything, there was no slingshot, so it was impossible to hit the glass of his house, so the accusation against Qian Hong became a joke.

"Little Daewoo, hurry up! Urine and urine can be so ink, the ship is about to leave. Not far away, the urging of the old aunt came in a very timely manner, and after confirming Qian Hong's words in this way, Yang Wen, who was disappointed, could only let him go helplessly: "Get out, don't wander around here if it's okay, be careful that I break your legs!"

Qian Hong, who was granted amnesty, ran away, but after he stayed away from Yang Wen, he had a heartfelt smile on his face.

In the final analysis, there are only two things that can really attract men, one is danger, the other is play, there is nothing to smash the glass of Yang Wen's house, of course Qian Hong understands that this is a dangerous game, maybe he will be caught at any time, and attract a fat beating from the other party.

But the feeling of having nowhere to talk about his 40-year-old soul trapped in the body of a 10-year-old child was so bad that this dangerous game unwittingly became his means of venting.

After meeting with his aunt again, Qian Hong became well-behaved and sensible again, the three of them arrived in Jiangnan by boat, and then the second aunt left directly, and Qian Hong followed his aunt to the shipping bureau, and outside the office building, gnawed on popsicles and waited for his aunt to come out.

At this moment, Qian Hong has half of his net worth, and today he came to Jiangnan to go to the Municipal Youth League Committee......

At twelve o'clock and five, Ma Ji was like an ant on a hot pot, constantly walking around the gate of Qian Hong's courtyard, his mother had already asked him to eat for the second time, and parents would not care about the agreement between children, Ma Ji was very entangled now, because he felt that he was about to be beaten.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Qian Hong suddenly came out of the end of the bungalow path, and was rushing towards this side with all his might, and Ma Ji, who was almost moved to tears, naturally rushed up.

"I'll go home for dinner and come back in the afternoon, it's the book, nothing happened in the morning. At the moment when the two met, Ma Ji said quickly.

"Okay, next time I'll treat you to a big white pear. Qian Hong took the little book and gave Ma Ji a sweet date to eat, and when he returned home, the little hairy people in the living room were still full of energy, and basically forgot about being hungry, and they pointed to the overalls and mustaches on the TV screen and shouted.

After a period of practice, the game level of the little hairy heads is also steadily improving, and now Mr. Mario is no longer the original little grass bird, he has reached the last game, as long as he kills the dragon full of thorns, the next step should be to rescue the princess, so whether there is a handle in his hand or not, the hearts of the little hairy heads are raised to the throat and eyes.

"Watch out for it hitting you. ”

"Oops, oops, it's spewing fire, ducking backwards, ducking backwards. ”

"Run again, this can't run run, run, oops......"

Unfortunately, under one of the flying feet of the spiny dragon, Mr. Mario still died heroically, and a cry of regret immediately sounded in the living room, and the little hairy head holding the game controller was even more depressed.

"Don't admit it! you still have time, maybe you can clear the customs if you come back again, come on!" Qian Hong inserted a lever at the right time, giving the defeated a little confidence, but the little hairy head gritted his teeth, quickly rekindled his fighting spirit, and then manipulated Mr. Mario to fight with those turtles or something.