didn't care what Xiao He thought, Zheng Fang thought about it, anyway, he held it in his hand, if he Xiao He felt sorry for this meal in the future and wanted to make up for it, it would be a matter of Liang's business, and it had nothing to do with him Zheng Fang.

Holding the wine glass, Liang beckoned Zheng Fang and Xiao He to clink glasses, Zheng Fang looked at the white thing in the cup in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts.

"It's milk, it's a big supplement, and it's much more nutritious than your sugar eggs. Liang Chu saw that he didn't know milk, so he introduced.

After listening to Liang's explanation, Zheng Fang picked up the cup and touched the cup with the two, took a sip of milk, and was speechless for a while.

"This surnamed Liang is bad, what kind of thing, it's not sweet or salty, and it smells fishy, it's better than sugar eggs, it's!"

Knowing that he doesn't know much, Zheng Fang doesn't say anything, he only slanders in his heart, and he doesn't talk politely to Liang and Xiao He when he pulls up his chopsticks.

Unexpectedly, Liang saw Zheng Fang eating fast, a roast chicken, he and Xiao He didn't move the chopsticks a few times, they all entered Zheng Fang's stomach, it is estimated that this kid is afraid that he is really hungry, and remembered the situation of Zheng Fang's family, so he ordered two more hard dishes, one braised pork, one braised elbow, and it can only be like this on the train, and you have to go down to the restaurant to really eat.

Thinking that this is Xiao He's compensation, where will Zheng Fang be polite, he only hates himself for falling chopsticks too slowly, eating too little, so that Liang and Xiao He have a lot of oil and water, unconsciously, for the first time in his life, Zheng Fang is really holding on, he sat at the table, watching Liang and Xiao He drink slowly and logically, leisurely sandwiching the dishes, he is really weak, he just feels that the milk and egg soup he drank are rippling in his throat and eyes, and he can gush out if he is not careful, he smiled stupidly on his face, and admired in his heart, it was so good! If you do this every meal in this life, it will be so beautiful!

"Uh......" He burped happily, and quickly closed his mouth and swallowed the vegetable soup that came up his throat, well, it would be nice if there was no milk, and it would be good to change it to wine, look at the beauty of the two of them. Zheng Fang thought secretly.

A meal completely harmonized the relationship between the three of them, Zheng Fang's brain also stopped moving, all his energy was used to digest the food in his stomach, Liang Chu had a general understanding of Zheng Fang's ability, and it seemed that he was a little suspicious of a blind cat touching a dead mouse, what is the potential, and he has to go to school to test it to count.

As for what kind of spiritual skill it is, Liang also plans to put it first, but there is no way, there is still a little danger. As for Xiao He, he silently thought about the next task, he never doubted that he would not be able to finish his studies, Zheng Fang's matter was an episode, Liang was a little fuss, what is this, at school, hors d'oeuvres are not counted.

The train entered the northern city in the afterglow of the sunset. Xiao He and Zheng Fang, who was carrying a package and holding a bun, walked out of Beidu Station, Beidu Station was much bigger than Hu'an Station, and there were many more people, Zheng Fang looked around, but he didn't dare to run blindly, and followed closely behind the beam, although someone led him, he had a feeling called loneliness for the first time, all kinds of people walked in front of him, but he was like a world away from them, although it was within reach, but there was a cold distance, he was like being in a forest composed of walking human bodies, and the branches were all over him, as if a touch would sound a piercing breaking sound。

"Xiao Zheng, hurry up!" Liang turned his head to greet him, Zheng Fang lifted the package up, hugged the bun in his hand tightly, quickened his pace, and caught up with Director Liang.

"Liang, this way! Liang, this way!" As soon as he got out of the station, Zheng Fang saw a young man jumping like a fool, waving to Zheng Fang and them, Liang Fang nodded with a smile and walked over quickly.

"The car is over there, follow me!" Seeing the three of them approaching, the young man stretched out his hand to Zheng Fang, intending to carry his luggage for him, but Zheng Fang shrank and ignored him.

"Let him be, the little one has slept all day and is in good spirits. Looking at the young man's surprised eyes, Liang Chu smiled. Zheng Fang secretly scolded himself, who slept for a day, what is the spirit, and his head is broken.

The young man nodded, didn't insist any longer, and led the three of them to a haphazardly parked car near the station.

"Principal Huang was urging last night, forcing me to come over early in the morning, I said they would only arrive at night, Principal Huang said, you just have to go, I can only settle my heart when you leave, do you say Principal Huang is funny?"

While talking, the guy got into the car, Liang sat in the co-pilot's seat, leaving Xiao He and Zheng Fang in the back seat. As soon as the three of them sat down, the car swept out, Zheng Fang leaned against the window, quietly looking at the street scene and the flow of people outside, the north is a holy place in the hearts of every Chinese people, Zheng Fang is no exception, he used the neat street lamps on both sides of the road, the scene of the north capital he saw and what he had learned in school and heard about it one by one, and in the car, the young man was chatting with Liang and Xiao He.

"Liang, this kid is the baby you told Principal Huang about?" the young man glanced at the absent-minded Zheng Fang and opened his mouth to ask.

"It's been a few years, you Zhao Sanba haven't grown at all, what kind of baby? It's a talent. Liang shook his head, correcting the young man's words.

"Liang, you're wrong, my name is Zhao Jun, did you do it on purpose?" the young man said dissatisfiedly.

"What Zhao Jun, I only know that your kid's name is Zhao Sanba, and it is written in the household registration book, can you recognize it?" Liang Chu teased the guy nonchalantly.

"Your grandfather personally went to the Public Security Bureau to say hello a few times for your name, and you recognized it, in fact, Zhao Sanba's name is not bad, and he screams very loudly. Xiao He also interjected with a smile.

"Withered, is it bad, right? It's just a name called Liang, you dare to call it, right?" The young man named Zhao Sanba scratched his head, and his face was not angry.

"Practice and practice, don't make excuses for pulling Xiang to pee again. Xiao He's face remained unchanged and said with a smile.

"I said you two, the junior brother is here, can't you save me some face?" Zhao Sanba sighed.

"It's your own hypocrisy, what is the taboo about the name given by your parents? Your name is a great battle friendship with your grandfather, so commemorative, are you still unhappy?" Liang Chu smiled:

"I don't understand?38 line, 38 Women's Day, what a good meaning, how can it become a curse?" Zhao Sanba shook his head, paused for a while, and suddenly said dissatisfied.

"Don't think about those things that don't matter, after taking Xiao He this time, it's up to you, how is your cultivation? Don't drop the chain for me when the time comes. Liang snorted and said lightly.

"Don't worry, Liang, I'm not like a wilter, I have to run back and forth in person for big things, when the time comes, you just have to eat and sleep, I will complete the task properly for you, and never let go of a strange ghost." When Zhao Sanba heard this, his spirit came up again.

"You just blow it, no wonder I heard people say that Zhao Sanba is going to become a writer, and he specializes in writing about how cowhide is blown. Xiao He said with a smile.

"Who did you listen to?" Zhao Sanba held the steering wheel in his hand, looked ahead, and snorted heavily.

"Why am I telling you?" Xiao He stretched his waist, pulled the bag in Zheng Fang's arms, took a bun out and took a bite.

Seeing Xiao He take a bun to eat, Zheng Fangluo was a little distressed, he tightened the bag in his hand and glanced at Xiao He.

"I guess eighty percent of it was made up by you wilters, not that I said you, wilts, you are really bad, specializing in things that undermine stability and unity. Careerists, conspirators, you're the kind of man. The one I hate the most is a yin person like you. But I heard Zhao Sanba say to himself.

And then on, I love to hear it. Xiao He smiled and ate the buns.

"Xiao He, bring me a bun, I'm really a little hungry, Xiao Zheng, why don't you also pad it, I don't know if there is anything to eat at night?" Liang said suddenly.

"What you said is true, at this point, the school cafeteria must be closed, or shall we find a restaurant to eat a little before leaving?" Zhao Sanba said as if he had suddenly thought of it.

"Forget it, time is tight, I sent Xiao Zheng, I have to go back to Hu'an, let's go to school first, and then talk about business after we finish it." Liang shook his head.

"Wither, bring me a bun too. Zhao Sanba didn't insist, he nodded, and said to Xiao He.

Seeing that the buns in his arms were all gone, Zheng Fang was so distressed that he couldn't do anything, but he couldn't say anything, and he didn't buy the buns, so he could still block them from being eaten by others? He took the last bun and took a hard bite, alas, he was too full at noon and had no appetite at all.

The car passed through the buildings and the bustling flow of people, and I don't know how long it had been driving, until Zheng Fang felt that the lights on the side of the car were gradually becoming scarce, and his vision gradually broadened, and he understood that the car had driven out of the city and into the wilderness. After a while, it was as if driving into a wooded area, and the car was moving through the dense woods, but fortunately, the road was very smooth and not very bumpy. It was getting darker and darker, and there was no one to see on the road, not to mention the cars.

Finally, the car stopped by the two large iron gates, Zhao Sanba took a piece of paper from the driver's platform, and muttered: "It's really troublesome." He got out of the car.

There were sentries standing guard on both sides of the iron gate, carrying guns, Zheng Fang saw that the barrel of the gun was shining with a jet-black metallic luster under the dim street lamp, Zhao Sanba ran to the sentry and handed the paper to a sentry, the sentry looked at it, saluted Zhao Sanba, turned around and opened the iron door, Zhao Sanba returned to the car and drove the car into the iron gate.

Behind the iron gate is still a straight road, the road is planted with dense street trees on both sides, the street lamps in the bushes are neatly arranged until the end of the road, the car drives all the way forward, from time to time there will be a fork on the side of the road, Zheng Fang found that in each fork, there seems to be some buildings in the appearance, but it is dark at night, and it is not real.