"Han Mingjin, you get out of here!" Han Mingjin bit the dog and ignored the bun, frowned and walked out of the door. As a result, he saw Han Mingchen leading a group of children of his peers to stand at his door, staring at him with an ugly face. Han Mingchen treated him well, and the relationship between the two was good, but now he was angry and blocked the door, and Han Mingjin was not angry.

The Chinese and Korean songs will be broadcast live tonight, and Han Mingjin is destined to not be able to participate. It's just that these children of the family are destined to be unable to stop. These days, on the surface, it looks calm. But now that the uncle has gone to the old man's courtyard to have a showdown with him, he has begun to show his hideousness. Not only the people and forces from the United States who can come over have come over one after another in the past few days, but Han Mingjin's reincarnation mercenary group has also been transferred here. And the function is to watch all these people inside and outside the Han family.

To say that it sounds good is to watch, and to say that it is not good is to be imprisoned. If it is unlikely in normal times, and it is not realistic to start with this courtyard itself. However, with such a large courtyard, it is impossible for so many people in the Han family to live here. There are those who are outside, and he is responsible for his peers. Such as girlfriends, such as good matches, and so on.

It was also at this time that Han Mingjin balanced a little. To say that he is messing around, entangled with so many angry people and even pregnant with children, but the children of these families are kind and kind on the surface, and no one is so clean outside. Now I came to look for him, because I had already found out. Han Mingjin stepped forward with a smile, and his lazy appearance made Han Mingchen have a toothache.

"Okay, you kid. The third uncle and third aunt asked you to go back to your hometown, and then started to stir up trouble with us. Second brother, what is the place I'm sorry for you. Let you come with me?" Han Mingchen squinted. Gritted his teeth and glared at Han Mingjin. Han Mingjin smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Don't be impatient, put your heart in your stomach." Your little heart or something, I promise you won't move a single hair. Even the uncle won't know. ”

Han Mingchuan frowned and stepped forward: "Eighth child, my father has already transferred troops." Restrictions have also begun to be imposed in this area. My dad knows all about the human hands of reincarnation. He asked me to bring a message to tell you not to mess around. The affairs of the seventh uncle and grandfather are their adult affairs, so don't get involved. Han Mingjin waved his hand: "This is not right, how can you say that it has nothing to do with me? If I don't help, I may not be able to get out of Han's house myself." You just don't get involved. ”

"Do you think about it?" "Let me go first!" "You ...... the hell" Many children shouted, but as this national scolding appeared, they instantly quieted down. Han Mingjin's face was calm, and he looked towards the voice that spoke. A man with an ordinary face, clearly hollowed out by wine, stood there. Looks like he's about twenty-two or three. Han Mingjin didn't know him.

"What did you just say?" Han Mingchen frowned and glanced at the scolding kid, and stepped forward helplessly: "Old eight, you are not authentic in this matter." It's not your own family, do you think you can get it easily? As a result, you are engaging in such small means behind everyone's back, is this your character?" Han Mingjin stared at the scolding half-sound, and saw that he was hiding in the crowd timidly, so he turned his head to look at Han Mingchen: "What's the matter with love, anyway, all of you illegitimate children are in my hands." I don't expect you to care too much, it's about my future, and I can't help you all. It doesn't matter what it is. I'll apologize for the wine. Go back now, and stop talking to me. ”

"Girls' Generation is also here, aren't you afraid that we will arrest them too?" Han Mingchen's face changed, and he was about to scold him when he turned around. Han Mingjin, who turned around to enter the house, stopped, and looked back with a chuckle: "Who said this? Stand up for me?" In fact, in the final analysis, there is not much friendship, except for Han Mingchen and Han Mingchuan, it is the first time to meet.

After all, hearing is empty, especially Han Mingjin is sorry for them first. A twenty-five or sixteen-year-old man who looked a little handsome stood up and looked at Han Mingjin with a smile: "I said it, the eighth." What's the matter. Han Mingjin turned around and called Tie Zhan, who had been transferred back, and frowned and asked. Tie Zhan glanced at it and said calmly: "Your fourth brother-in-law's nephew is called Bian Huan." ”

Han Mingjin nodded and took out the phone. After dialing, he whispered, "Hey." Ahann...... There was a guy named Bian Huan, who arrested him...... Put...... Why? Because he said he was going to arrest my sisters, so I was scared...... Okay, you understand...... That's it. Hanging up the phone, Han Mingchen's face had changed at the moment, only the distant relative named Bian Huan thought that Han Mingjin was scared by himself and gave a small face.

Han Mingjin narrowed his smiling eyes: "Xiao Bian...... It's a strange surname. Patting him on the shoulder, Han Mingjin spoke: "I'll let the people go, but what will happen after that...... It has nothing to do with me. Bian Huan was stunned for a moment and didn't wait to say anything. Han Mingjin had already turned around and entered the house. Everyone wanted to shout again, but was stopped by Han Mingchen.

Frowning and looking at Bian Huan, Han Mingchen hesitated: "Who did the eighth arrest you?" Bian Huan was a little embarrassed and said softly: "That's it...... It's my ......" Han Mingchen waved his hand and sighed: "It is estimated that no one will die." But ......" Bian Huan's face changed, and he was about to ask something in a hurry, when suddenly the phone rang. After connecting, he didn't say a few words, and suddenly rushed to Han Mingjin's door with a hideous expression: "He's it, Han Mingjin......! Ahh

Bian Huan suddenly screamed, and a knife had been pierced into his palm at some point. Tie Zhan stood in front of him expressionlessly, fiddling with something in his hand. Apparently he was the one who made the shot. Han Mingchen frowned and stepped forward: "Tie Zhan, don't forget that this is the Han family." Tie Zhan's face was calm: "But he is not surnamed Han." "What about the surname Han?"

Han Mingjin's words came out of the door: "Second brother, I still call you Second Brother." I won't say it twice, take people away. Whoever dares to stab again, then there is no need for uncle and grandfather to finish talking. Let's see now. Don't say that I bully people, I'll be in this courtyard with Tie Zhan, whoever you ask to come over. Life or death. ”

Everyone was silent for a while, only the wailing Bian Huan was still rolling on the ground. With a bang, Han Mingjin pushed the window open: "Fourth, let's compare." I won't say whether I win or lose, you know what I'm capable of. The persimmon picks the soft pinch, I have always disdained. If you want to do it, do the hardest one, or let's practice again today?!"

Han Mingchuan is a soldier after all. Raised his head and looked at Han Mingjin. was stopped by Han Mingchen. Turning his head to look at everyone, Han Mingchen said to Han Mingjin: "Old eight, let's go back first." I believe your words, it has nothing to do with juniors, and you don't use the people in your hands to pinch us. We'll talk about it later. Can you give me a word?"

Han Mingjin chuckled, looked at everyone, and closed the window casually. I didn't give the words, but I didn't say that I didn't admit it. Han Mingchen beckoned a few people to carry Bian Huan away, took one last look at the door, turned around and left with someone. Tie Zhan suddenly stepped forward and pulled out the knife inserted in Bian Huan's hand. provoked him to scream again.

Many children secretly hated Tie Zhan when they looked at it, but they were also afraid. can be controlled by Han Mingjin to find a handle, and it is all wine-stained. The things of blood and fire are less and less experienced personally. The courage is getting less and less. Or rather, since they had a good life, they have never been big.

Not to mention that everyone came to Han Mingjin to make trouble, just talking about the vicinity of the Han family's mansion, the situation is completely different from usual. Of course, there is no family living in this vicinity, and I vaguely see that something seems to have happened. If it weren't for the Han family's name being too loud, someone would have been sent here a long time ago. The Son of Heaven is close to the city, how can the safety problem be child's play? But everything is just brewing before the wind and rain, and what really happens depends on the small courtyard of the Han family's mansion. Although at this time, there were already army vehicles and soldiers surrounding the Ming place inside and outside the Han family. There are many guns pointed at various places in the shadows. There are even ......

In the small courtyard, Han Weizheng and Han Pojun sat opposite each other. No one spoke, just drank tea. Finally, the teapot was empty, and the old housekeeper wanted to come in to store water, but Han Pojun waved him away. The old man Tie, who had never left his small courtyard, was now standing outside the door on crutches. Other than that, there was no one. Even the butler just now was also driven away by him.

"I figured it out. "It took ten years. ”

Han Pojun laughed, beat his legs and stood up: "You are a fan of the authorities, and others don't dare to say more and think more." I still let the kid find out. He sighed and walked towards the inner house. Han Weizheng paused, stood up and followed. Han Pojun took out the small box he had been cherishing, and while rubbing it, he said to himself: "Sooner or later, I just thought about when you don't think about anything else." Come and ask me directly. It's just that you are stubborn and just want to change. But I don't want to owe anything. ”

Han Weizheng looked at the small box, his hands trembling a little. He tried to keep his emotions alive, but his eyes betrayed him. What was about to be revealed, he didn't know if he could really bear it. Or don't care at all, or ...... I couldn't stand it and ran away. His background is what he wants to know the most.

A mother I've never seen before, my own North Korean mother. Why is there no news on earth? Is it that this old man who hates South Korea and North Korea so much insists on driving his mother away? But why did he give birth to himself? And the grandfather who brought him to the age of three has no memory now. What is the truth about all this?

Rubbing the box, Han Pojun raised his head, his eyes full of reminiscence. At this time, whoever you recognize, he is not the old man with a hot temper and opening his mouth to scold his mother, let alone a soldier with a stick and a devil. But it's just a man who is worried about the past. Han Weizheng was slightly stunned, Han Pojun handed over the small box casually, but said with a smile: "Before you open it, listen to me tell you about it." Tell you the whole story...... It's also a taste of my own. Han Weizheng paused, hugged the box, and looked up at Han Pojun. Han Pojun looked at the small oil lamp, picked up his fingers and picked up the twisted thread, and slowly spoke. This story goes back to 36 years ago......

In the No. 7 studio hall of CCTV, when the big screen was divided into two and the four hosts came out, the Sino-Korean song meeting also heralded the official beginning. Because such a large-scale program still involves the cooperation between China and South Korea, it must be live broadcast. In the backstage of the rehearsal, when I was young, I sat with FX and Tara because of the same company, although the number of people added up to more than 20, but the lounge arranged for them was super large.

Great, this is the most intuitive impression of them coming to the capital of the Celestial Empire. No matter where you go, you can reflect this word. Looking at the opening in front of the TV, I don't know what others think, but sitting in the lounge where more than 20 people are still not crowded, the young women can't help but think of the stinky boy who always ridicules them.

Heaven and earth are vast, and Korea is a place where the slap is blocked.

This is true of the villa they live in these days, the stage where they stand for rehearsals and upcoming live performances, and even the lounge. Nothing else, just big, just spacious. But other than that, they didn't have a chance to think about anything else. This is his place, without him as the host to bring everyone, who can have any profound experience?

The women looked at each other, and a trace of worry flashed in their eyes. There is still no news, even if Song Qian goes and comes back, saying words to reassure them, they are still not at ease. What happened to him? How to solve it, they can't help, but they expect that when the Sino-Korean song meeting is over tonight, he will come back without accident...... Come back to them. (To be continued.) )