"Hey, there's a guy who's not afraid of death, you bumped into my brother, and you still want to deny it? Although the man with a cross-faced face was surprised how Masaki knew that they were behind the tree, he didn't think much about it, so he simply greeted him, called out five or six brothers, held various weapons in his hands, helped up Ma San in front of the car, pointed to his naturally drooping arm, stared at Masaki viciously, and secretly wondered in his heart, this kid didn't look very old, how could he not be a little scared, you must know that these days they have tried this trick repeatedly, and many car owners were frightened at the beginning!

"I said, hurry up, move these things!" Masaki's eyes moved slightly, and his tone remained unchanged.

"Oops! toast and don't eat and drink," the leader gestured, and a man next to him stabbed at the wheel of Masaki with a knife.

Before the car touched the tire, everyone saw the man with the knife flying upside down, falling to the ground with a pop, snorting and not moving, but seeing that Masaki had a good time to retract his legs.

Everyone looked at Masaki with their mouths open as if they had swallowed an egg alive, but they didn't expect him to do it first.

Zhengji didn't say much, didn't wait for the man in charge to speak, and rushed up directly, punching to the flesh, feet and feet, in less than ten seconds, only the man with the shovel was left, and he looked at his companion who was lying on the ground with his arms and stomach howling in shock, needless to say, he knew that he had encountered a hard stubble today!

"Don't you like to pretend to have your arms broken?" Masaki patted the dust on his body, and looked coldly at the man who dislocated his arm at the beginning, his other arm was bent in a strange arc, and the whole person trembled and howled, the sound was more painful than at the beginning, and the rest of the people were also lying on the ground screaming in pain, and the howls of the people in the silent mountains were infiltrating one after another.

Zheng Ji showed no mercy, he hated this kind of people who blocked the road and robbed them in his last life, and looking at their skillful cooperation, he knew that many of these people committed crimes on this road, and many homesick drivers were looted! If he were an ordinary person, he would probably be the one lying on the ground.

"What are you doing in a daze, do you think you're leaving you for nothing? Hurry up and clean up these things on the ground!" said Masaki's eyes widened, pointing to the glass slag blade on the ground.

The fat man glanced at his partner on the ground, beads of sweat left along his forehead, not hot, but frightened, and saw Ma San's wasted arm, looked at Zhengji in fear, nodded, picked up the shovel in his hand and slowly removed the glass slag on the ground, his eyes were dishonestly floating around, and finally, after the debris on the ground was gathered into a small mound by him with a shovel, he turned around suddenly, and the shovel was violently raised, towards the Zhengji behind him, in a vain attempt to catch him off guard.

However, the expected Masaki was not behind him, but the moment he raised the shovel, he stood beside him at some point, and the raised Shacheng blade was only sprinkled in the air in vain, echoing his head and face.

"Do you want to take a bath?" Masaki's voice reached his ears like a demon, and then, he felt a pain on his face, and then a feeling of soaring clouds and fog came, and he fell into the grass on the side with a thud, unconscious.

Masaki glanced at him with disdain, lifted the shovel on the ground, shoveled the remaining glass clean with three strokes and two strokes, and forcefully moved the larger stones blocking the road, clapped his hands, started the car, and drove away.

The car soon drove into the village, Masaki looked at the familiar and unfamiliar road in the distance, pressed the excitement in his heart, but slowed down the speed, there are more dogs on the country road, and it is not good to accidentally suppress it when the night is dark, cross the river, cross the big tree at the entrance of the village, and get closer and closer to his familiar house, and when he is near, he finds that there are a few figures standing faintly at the door, and he is looking at his side with antichases!

"Xiao Zheng is back, my son is back!" Zheng Xueping waved his hands from afar, excitedly watching his son's car gradually approach, Li Xuemei also stretched her neck and looked at it happily, eager to run over now, her hanging heart finally fell back into her stomach, and Zheng Xueyi was also very happy, but with a hint of surprise, his nephew actually drove the car, and it seemed to be bigger than his brother's car, and it looked like a giant beast from a distance.

With a "squeak", Masaki parked the car next to his father's car, opened the car door with a happy face, jumped off, and greeted his parents and uncle's family who were walking quickly.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back," Masaki stretched out his arm and surrounded his parents, unconsciously he had already surpassed his father in height, and his arms were naturally wide, holding his parents full of arms, and the warmth in his heart surged into his heart like the tide and blue waves, and he was able to hold his parents, this is happiness.

"Oh, so many people are watching, what do you look like!" Zheng Xueping didn't expect his son to come out like this as soon as he came up, his face turned red, and he said differently, but Li Xuemei was happily leaning against her son's broad chest, listening to her son's powerful heartbeat, and she felt real peace of mind at this moment.

Masaki smiled and let go of his parents.

"Xiao Zheng, go back to the house and sit, it's cold outside, you haven't eaten yet, Uncle will give you dumplings", Zheng Xueyi's jubilant voice came, and he looked at his younger brother with envy.

"Zheng boy, do you still know me?" A generous voice came, but it was the second uncle who looked at Zheng Ji with a smile on his face.

"Of course I know, second uncle!" Masaki nodded with a smile and greeted several people in turn.

"I haven't seen you for a year, Xiaozheng, you grow up so fast", Zheng Xueyi, who is 1.75 meters tall, patted Zhengji's shoulder, and said with emotion compared the size of himself and his nephew.

"Yes, my uncle remembered that we went to the fish pond to swim last year, and your kid was about the same height as me, but I didn't expect to see you this year, your head is really fast", the second uncle also looked at the height of Zhengji in surprise and said.

Masaki nodded, he also found that his height seemed to be taller than in his previous life, which may have something to do with his non-stop exercise over the years, after all, this age is in the stage of growing his body, and the more he exercises, the more beneficial it is for his body.

A group of people walked into the courtyard, Masaki looked at the familiar layout in the courtyard, the black wolf dog also heard the movement and came out of the nest, sniffed the smell of Masaki, and swirled enthusiastically, Masaki smiled and bent down and touched the dog's head, this feeling of going back in time made him have an indescribable feeling, just like this wolf dog on the ground, he knew that it would be stolen by dog thieves next summer, but now he was coquettish at his feet, raised his head and looked under the eaves, Masaki was shocked again, but he saw a figure that he thought about day and night, and was standing there with his body standing there and looking at himself kindly。

"Grandma," a thousand words only converged into one affectionate word, Masaki looked at the familiar face, full of silver hair, kind smile, he walked forward quickly, wanted to hug the old man but looked at grandma's thin body and couldn't do anything, he could only gently grab grandma's thin hand, hold it in the palm of his hand, and stick his waist on his face, and said softly with a little choked voice: "Grandma, I'm back, I'm back to see you."

"Okay, okay, just come back, grandma misses you, let grandma take a good look at my good grandson," the old man also had tears in his eyes, and his thin hand carefully touched Zhengji's cheek, "Grow taller, and grow stronger," the old man muttered, and the few people on the side did not speak, looking at this touching scene, he also knew that his son and his grandmother had a good relationship.

"Okay, good grandson, go into the house with grandma, it's cold outside, you're tired", grandma took Zhengji's hand, and an old man and a young man walked into the house.

The family sat at the table, the table was full of delicious dishes at the moment, the family watched Zhengji gobbling up, the tension and bumps along the way, he was indeed hungry, and they were all family members at the moment, so they didn't care about the image at all, and they filled their stomachs happily.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, no one will rob you, don't choke, come, drink some water", grandma looked at Masaki with a loving face, patted Masaki on the back and said.

Zhengji nodded, took the water cup and drank it all, patted his stomach with satisfaction, and let out a long breath.

"Xiao Zheng, you have given our politicians a face this time, how can ordinary people go up to the stage of this Spring Festival Gala, we are all proud of you", Zheng Xueyi looked at his nephew with a look of relief and said, he glanced at the Spring Festival Gala on TV that was nearing the end, and suddenly felt very wonderful, just a few hours ago he was still watching his nephew on TV, but he didn't expect that now his nephew is sitting in front of him eating home-cooked meals.

"Yes, child, if your grandfather is still here, he will be very happy to see what you have achieved today", grandma also nodded and said.

"Uncle, second uncle, grandma, Yanjing came back in a hurry, and I didn't have time to bring you some specialties over there," Masaki said embarrassedly.

"What are you doing here, it's the best thing if you can come back, not to mention that your parents have brought so many good things to open, you see, this big color TV was brought back by your father to your uncle", Zheng Xueyi waved his hand and said.

Xiaoyan and Xiaotong didn't speak, they sat quietly and looked at Zhengji, in their eyes, Zhengji seemed to be shrouded in an invisible aura at the moment, and they didn't seem to know each other anymore, this boy who talked eloquently was really his cousin?