Walking into the game room, Feng Yiming first glanced at the young man who was collecting money in the innermost, he was no longer the person he was half a year ago, Feng Zhengfeng had already changed people. Feng Yiming, www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" pavilion, looked around and shook his head, it was still the same, messy, there were three game consoles crowded in the small room, and there were drag boards and cigarette butts everywhere on the ground, Feng Zhengfeng didn't take his words at that time as a thing, Feng Yiming lowered his head and thought, do you want to go back and talk to Feng Zhengfeng once, operating without a license is a trivial matter, in case a fire burns people to death, it will be a big game.

After waiting for half an hour to have an empty machine, Zhou Fatzi and Yu Fei were elated with a game controller, Feng Yiming was a little distracted on the side, the scene in front of him was very familiar in his previous life, but Feng Yiming seemed to see the slightest difference in time and space, the game room in front of him was the source of the earliest start-up capital in his life, and the connection between the two of them during this period of time was not as close as in their previous lives.

Zhou Fatzi still soaked in the game room for a summer vacation, Yu Fei was defeated not long after, Feng Yiming took the handle with a smile, although he didn't play a few times after being reborn, but it was more than enough to abuse Zhou Fatzi, the game room was quiet, and only occasionally Zhou Fatzi's scolding and Yu Fei's snickering were heard.

After abusing Zhou Fatzi and Yu Fei several times in a row, Feng Yiming lit a cigarette and put down the handle, feeling somewhat comfortable, but when he thought of the book that was snatched by Zhang Miao, his heart twitched, Feng Yiming was not very familiar with the font of the bearded man, but in his previous life in Shanghai, there was a modern calligraphy and painting exhibition, Feng Yiming and his friends soaked in it for several days in a row, but they were familiar with the standard cursive of the bearded Weng, Qingping is an old revolutionary area, the damage during the movement was not too serious, many ancient buildings and cultural relics have been preserved, which is related to the leadership hobby of Qingping City at that time, it is not impossible for the real handiwork of the mustache to appear here, Feng Yiming thought that it may be the authentic handiwork, distressed as if someone had pinched his heart.

Feng Yiming looked around but didn't find the ashtray, so he had to throw it on the ground, stretched out his feet and stepped on it a few times, calculating the time, his mother was about to get out of class after studying at night, said hello to Zhou Fatzi and Yu Fei, and got up to go home.

There was still a slight drizzle in the sky, Liu Xuemei pushed her bicycle and walked in the alley with difficulty, usually she rented the house directly from the school gate, but in the past few days, the autumn flood came, the water level of the precipitation river rose sharply, and there were no street lights on the road from the school to the suburbs, Liu Xuemei was afraid that it would not be safe, so she had to push the car back from the alley behind the school.

It's been almost three years since the divorce, and after rejecting countless teachers as matchmakers, almost everyone knows her mind and hopes to return to the Huang family one day. Pushing the cart, walking in the alley woodenly, the roads in the alleys are paved with bluestone slabs, high heels knocking on the stone slabs, and the crisp sound spreads far away. There will be a street lamp dimly illuminating the surrounding narrow area only after a few dozen meters, Liu Xuemei can't help but think in her heart, whether to do this thing or not, how to do it, what the consequences are, and what is the price if it is not successful.

Waiting for Liu Xuemei to sigh and slowly walk away, behind the telephone pole slowly revealed a mysterious face, Feng Yiming looked at the young woman pushing the cart in the distance, thinking back to the gentle sigh just now, thinking that it is better to go out more at night during this time. Quietly following behind, watching Liu Xuemei enter the small house from a distance, Feng Yiming turned back to school.

Early the next morning, Feng Yiming was still busy in the kitchen, and was grounded by his father during this time, although there was a reason to have to be grounded, but if he was not attentive, it was possible for his father to ground himself for a semester, and he got up early in the morning to buy tofu flowers and fritters, and then went to wake up his father.

Feng Wei'an almost didn't get up during this time and asked his son to help dress and beat his back, and it has been easy to gain the upper hand in the past few years, not to mention that there is an undercurrent in the city now, even if the matter is solved, it is not so easy to loosen the lockdown order, and when Feng's mother went out, she sat lazily at the table and ate breakfast.

"Nothing yet?"

Feng Wei'an glanced at his impatient son, and said slowly: "How can it be so fast, and there is no sign of bringing people up from below, but I verbally asked me to act as the secretary general, and I don't know what the hell Mayor Huang is doing." ”

Feng Wei'an's position is not decided for a day, there is a possibility of variables, but after the position is decided, even if Huang An is not satisfied and fearful, it is impossible to use selfish means to deal with the secretary's henchmen, otherwise it is likely to cause a serious political incident. In his previous life, Huang An and Zhang Changhe had been fighting to the death, Huang An insisted on not letting Feng Wei'an be promoted to the deputy hall, and at the last moment, he used the next three indiscriminate means to get Feng Wei'an down, but in the end, he didn't fall into a good situation.

Feng Yiming pondered in his heart, the situation in the city is tepid, and the undercurrent revolves around his father, whether he is going to find the old fox in Xia Ding Xiangzhong, and he hasn't made up his mind yet, Feng Wei'an, who has been staring at his son, snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry about it, just take care of yourself, and Zhang Miao, you take care of it more, after all, Ye Zi is a girl." ”

As soon as Feng Yiming heard this, the roots of his teeth itched, "She still needs to be taken care of, it's good if she doesn't harm others!"

"Don't be in this yin and yang weirdness, Zhang Miao is not familiar with life after all, you should pay more attention. ”

"Good. Feng Yiming replied dejectedly, and then remembered that Zhang Miao talked about her grandfather's birthday at the end of the year, and asked in a low voice: "Dad, Grandpa Zhang Miao ......"

Feng Wei'an, who was drinking tofu brain, was stunned, and then drank the last tofu brain in the bowl before wiping his mouth and saying, "I don't know the specific situation, and Secretary Zhang and his family don't shy away from me, but I didn't ask." ”

Feng Wei'an sighed, and then said, "It's better not to ask, just in case...... He is still a dragon without Qingping, and I am a dead snake without Qingping. ”

"Alas, too. Feng Yiming was stunned before he said, "That Grandpa Zhang Miao has a big birthday at the end of the year, did Secretary Zhang tell you?"

Feng Wei'an nodded, "I've discussed it with Huai'an, the two of us will get together to send a congratulatory gift, and then let your mother or Ye Zi's mother come forward." ”

Feng Yiming looked at his watch, there were still five minutes to go to the morning reading class, picked up his schoolbag and rushed out of the door, as soon as he entered the classroom, Zhou Fatzi pointed at Feng Yiming and said something to Gu Pingxin on the side, Feng Yiming glared at these two guys, walked over and asked, "What's the matter?

Zhou Fatzi retracted when he heard this, Feng Yiming didn't bring money last night, and said that whoever loses will pay the bill, but most of the game fees for the night were paid by Zhou Fatzi.

"It's going to be a freshman cup soon, I remember you played football in junior high school, right?" Gu Pingxin took out a registration form and asked.

Feng Yiming's memory of being sealed suddenly flashed in his mind, there is a freshman cup football match every year before the eleventh in the first year of high school, there are a total of eight classes, catch and fight and play the knockout round, the champion also has a lot of bonuses, Feng Yiming scored two goals in the final in his previous life and won the reversal, which is one of the few highlights in Feng Yiming's high school career in his previous life.