Familiar Jiangcheng, less familiar home.

For Ning Xueqing, the home in her memory is a red brick building.

The corridor in the red brick building is a little dilapidated, occasionally a piece of wall skin will fall and break to the ground, the voice-activated light on the second floor is always broken, when she was a child, she and her brother would shout for a long time, like two fools.

Pushing open the door of the house, there will be a smell of sawdust, because her wife will always seize all the time to string chopsticks to make some extra money, the space is also cramped and cramped, and the most disturbing thing is that the balcony that is not big will be full of water bottles and paper shells.

But at home in front of me, all this is gone.

Instead, there is a bright living room, although it is not as bright as Daqing Mountain, but it is naturally 10,000 times stronger than the red brick building.

There are no water bottles and paper shells in the villa, but Ning Xueqing doesn't know that the second aunt has also been rated as an excellent owner this year because she often helps the cleaning staff... This award is a bit disturbing for the second aunt.

And the reason why I think of these is because Ning Xueqing misses the red brick building a little, which does carry too many memories of her and Zhang Xiaojian.

But where the family is, it's home.

When the second aunt had already prepared to bring out Ning Xueqing's favorite fried pork and fried mushrooms when she was a child, Ning Xueqing picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and she was a little moved and wanted to cry.

Zhang Xiaojian tasted it, tasted it and said, "It's still so unpalatable." ”

When the second aunt heard this, she didn't get angry, but looked at her two children with crooked eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't stop laughing.

The day also passed very quickly.

Under the BGM played from the boring soap opera on TV, endless home-cooked words were spoken from morning to night, and endless home-cooked dishes were made table after table.

It's just that the second aunt still didn't admit that she went to the magic capital in the end.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't continue to ask, but when it was time to go to bed at night, he saw that Ning Xueqing did not live alone, but went into the second aunt's room.

Mother and daughter must have endless words to talk about tonight, right?

Zhang Xiaojian thought with a smile, then lay on the bed and sent a WeChat message to Ye Mozhu - what, the eldest aunt is gone, right?

Back in Jiangcheng, of course, Ye Mozhu, who wanted to go home to accompany his parents, quickly replied to WeChat - not only left, but also quietly bought two sets of clothes.

Zhang Xiaojian: "......"

Glancing at the bright full moon tonight, I suddenly felt lonely.

Mozhu...

You're getting skinny.

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On the second day of returning to Jiangcheng, it snowed heavily on the third day of Ning Xueqing's vacation.

Zhang Xiaojian took Ning Xueqing and Ye Mozhu to build a snowman in the yard, which caused the second aunt to be particularly dissatisfied.

Good carrots... Isn't it a waste to just be a nose?

Good cherries... Do you know how much money is a pound?

Also, what makes the second aunt most unaccustomed to it is that Zhang Xiaojian also brought a Hermes scarf to the snowman, she felt that she had to stop it, and if it continued like this, Zhang Xiaojian, a loser, didn't know what would happen.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaojian looked left and then said: "Second aunt, do we have a big gold chain or a big gold ring in our house, I think the temperament of the snowman at our door is not right, it should be social!"

Of course, the snowman did not change society in the end.

Hermes's scarf was confiscated by the second aunt, and she also picked out the snowman's eyes, but she took it home and washed it and found that the good cheerilee was still frozen... Not taking the worthless carrot seems to prove that the second aunt is not as picky as before.

In the afternoon, Zhang Xiaojian turned on the TV.

Ye Mozhu reminded: "There is an RPG competition today. ”

Zhang Xiaojian immediately used the live broadcast software to project the screen with great interest, and stretched his arms comfortably.

Ning Xueqing looked at the picture on the TV and asked, "This is?"

Ye Mozhu introduced: "Your brother bought an e-sports club a while ago, and today there is their competition. ”

Ning Xueqing asked, "League of Legends?"

"You play too?"

Ning Xueqing shrugged her shoulders and said, "I've played a few times, but I always lose..."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Borrow your auspicious words, borrow your auspicious words." ”

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The temperature inside the villa is comfortable.

Snacks and melons and fruits were served to the table by the second aunt.

Since the north is the reason why the heated air is always slightly dry, a small humidifier is sitting on the cabinet and is emitting white smoke.

The game on TV has not yet begun, and the coaches of both sides are racking their brains for BP.

Most of the XOG members in the gaming chairs have smiles on their faces, while the PRG members are for some reason very serious.

The hosts were analyzing BP's strategy, but it sounded all nonsense to Zhang Xiaojian, and he couldn't wait to watch his team members being abused.

But... Something seems wrong with the style of painting.

When the game started, the RPG players seemed to be a bit united, communicating and getting in place.

Not only did the third level stage stage a good show of four packs and two in the lower road, played a wave of perfect anti-tower, and won the little dragon and the canyon pioneer in one hand.

The core of the team, Brother Coin, fully demonstrated his awareness and enthusiasm to wander, relying on the hero's push line advantage to help his teammates.

And then...

Twenty-five minutes the base of XOG exploded.

Ye Mozhu and Ning Xueqing high-fived and celebrated, cheering twice, while Zhang Xiaojian looked bitter, thinking in a tangled way, the script is wrong, and waking up is a failure?

But it doesn't matter, in the BO3 game, if you lose two more games, it's still a failure.

But he really doesn't know how many pre-war mobilization meetings RPG clubs have done up and down these days, just to not disappoint him, a warm-hearted boss.

When the second game began, the RPG, which had some confidence since the previous game, quickly entered the state.

Although they didn't have much advantage in the lane, they once again gained an advantage in the medium term thanks to their support speed and team coordination.

After winning the advantage, the five young men were a stable group, without any mistakes, encroaching on the wild area, taking down resources, avoiding war when it should be avoided, catching a single and catching a single order, and came to the high ground again in less than thirty minutes.

At this time, the economic gap between the two sides had reached a terrifying 15,000.

In other words, each of the five players of PRG has one more big piece than the opponent, how can this be played?

So there were no surprises in the ending, and the RPG took away the opponent with a clean 2-0 to usher in the first win of the season.

Zhang Xiaojian suddenly had an ominous premonition, but seeing the players on TV finally smile with relief, he had to accept this cruel reality.

Looking at his expression, Ning Xueqing, who was high-five Ye Mozhu again, asked in wonder, "Brother, why don't you look happy at all when your team wins?"

Zhang Xiaojian coughed: "There is a long way to go." ”

Ye Mozhu smiled and said to Ning Xueqing: "Your brother is a handsome guy who is not arrogant or discouraged in victory, and every time he wins, he will be a little deep and melancholy, you will have to adapt to this in the future." ”

Ning Xueqing: "I think I should get used to the feeling of wanting to vomit." ”

On the other side, the second aunt shouted: "Come here and vomit, you are calling." ”

Ning Xueqing hurriedly stood up, couldn't stand it, glanced at the two people who looked at each other and smiled sweetly, picked up the phone, and saw that the name on it was Meiqi, she picked it up: "Did you think about me?"

Maggie, who called, didn't speak for a long time, as if she didn't know how to speak.