While Mr. Zhao and Mr. Liang's family got rid of the Zou family's mother and son, they also got rid of the burden of the past and began to really relax.

In fact, many of the anxieties and mental illnesses of modern people stem from the dense urban environment itself, coupled with the not-so-clean air and endless traffic jams, as well as the repetitive work day after day, it is really harder and harder to be happy, and people's nature is so yearning for nature and freshness that almost everyone will write "travel" into the hobby column.

But usually, the freshness and experience of the destination are often proportional to the distance, the closer to the big city, it often means that the environment is worse, the air is more general, the flow of people is more, and the place far enough must spend more time and money to arrive, which makes everyone always focus on the long holiday travel, when all places are overcrowded, resulting in people who like to travel are not afraid to go out.

And Xiaoyin Lake, for the citizens of Linghai, is a wonderful choice, almost at the moment of stepping into the room, the two guests as if bathed by the clear spring, into a state of both refreshing and exciting, Xiao Zhao even like Deng Bin, the first reaction is not to enjoy these, but to ask if the tour can be extended for one night.

One thing is different from Deng Bin, they see new scenery.

Chen Miaomiao didn't seem to find any new occupants, and only focused on her own sketching, and the big golden retriever Klinsmann rested obediently beside her, looking up from time to time and blinking lazily.

The two families began to subconsciously take pictures of Chen Miaomiao, but in fact, Bai Jing was also doing this secretly.

In the face of this supreme force, the tripod and the wide-angle lens are weak.

"Shhhh......h ”

"Hmm. The little boy tried to see the drawing board on tiptoe, "Auntie is so beautiful." ”

As he was talking, the tip of the pencil in Chen Miaomiao's hand suddenly broke because of too much force.

She silently lowered her head and took out a pencil sharpener, and at the same time turned back and said in a deep voice: "Is there something wrong little brother?"

Seeing this look, the originally innocent little boy suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive, in order to survive, he quickly nodded and said, "Sister is so ......"

"Oh, good. Chen Miaomiao's expression softened, "My sister is painting oil paintings, and now she is working on the draft." ”

"Can I, touch it?" the little boy pointed a little shyly at the big golden retriever.

"Of course. Chen Miaomiao leaned over and picked up the frisbee on the ground, "This is for you, let's play with Klinsmann for a while." ”

"Wow!" the little boy's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to take the frisbee, "Thank you, big sister." ”

"Don't stress the big. Chen Miaomiao said and leaned over and patted the big golden retriever, "Let's play with him for a while." ”

Klinsmann got up a little dazed and blinked at the little boy.

The little boy also looked at Klinsmann, and suddenly turned around and threw out the frisbee.

Klinsmann couldn't control himself at all, got up and rushed out.

"Hahaha. It was the first time the little boy had played with a dog like this, and he chased after him.

Mrs. Zhao was also comfortable to see the child so happy, and immediately said to Chen Miaomiao: "I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

"It's okay, you also take care of the child, although it doesn't seem to be deep, but it is also dangerous. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, that doesn't bother you. ”

"Hmm. ”

After Mrs. Zhao was polite, she turned around and cut her hair, bathed in the mild sunlight, and walked on the lawn in a soothing and relaxed manner, strolling leisurely and slowly in the direction of her son.

She couldn't help but thank God in her heart, fortunately Zou Chunmei's mother and son were gone, otherwise she wouldn't want to be down-to-earth, that bear child alone is enough for people to drink a few pots, although the legal system is very sound now, but there is no means for this kind of person, in the end, she can only fight evil with evil, and kill a more ruthless character to help everyone relieve their anger.

Speaking of more ruthless characters, the terrible White Lady sisters, maybe it's better to stay away from them.

However, by the time she came up with the idea, it was too late.

Klinsmann did not catch up with the frisbee, but was cut off by a seemingly petite figure.

"You can't throw this, look at me. Wonton held the frisbee tightly and began to charge around in place, although he claimed to be a triathlon, but at this time he took out the momentum of a discus thrower, and after turning 1080 degrees, he only heard her shout, and the frisbee came out of her hand, "Fly-fire-meteor!"

The red frisbee crosses a steep curve, containing an unfathomable theory of relativity, and rushes into the unknowable future.

It's not a frisbee at all, it's a home run.

Klinsmann was very energetic, and the girl rushed out in the direction where she threw it, and it was estimated that it had never seen such a challenging task in its life.

The little boy couldn't keep up with the rhythm anymore, and after running two steps, he quickly panted and looked back at the light wonton.

In different places, there are different food chains, for example, in the world of children, force value is always a non-negligible part, which is why the little boy is afraid of Xiao Zhuang.

And now, he is facing the existence of crushing Xiao Zhuang, the peak of children's martial arts, and the existence of the child king.

Wanton took out half a bottle of Nutrition Express from his pocket, took a sip, and then sighed like a hero, wiped his mouth, and then asked, "You, what grade are you?" ”

"Fourth, fourth grade. ”

"Oh?" Wonton's expression perked, "Have you already stepped into the realm of plane geometry?"

"Ah, it's okay. The little boy scratched his head, "I basically don't follow the school teaching, and I've been taking the Olympiad." ”

"Olympiad?" Wanton was shocked, this is something she has occasionally seen on the Internet, it is a course that can only be advanced by the top elites of primary and secondary schools, and people who can pass the Olympiad are rare everywhere.

Looking at this unattractive little boy with a watermelon head, Wanton was in awe and curiosity for a while.

"Can you just tell me a little bit about the Olympiad?" asked Wonton.

"Ah, I want to think about it...... For example, I did a problem on the way here. The little boy took out a booklet from his pocket and read it to Wonton, "On a farm, there are 100 chickens and rabbits, and the number of legs of chickens is 28 fewer than that of rabbits.

"What?" wonton's eyes widened.

So the little boy came closer and spoke again.

Wonton understood this time, and only smiled lightly: "But that's it, isn't it just counting?"

"Sort of, how do you solve it?"

"Let's go. Wonton took the little boy's hand, "Where the farm is, I'll count it." ”