It's just that I'm in it, but I don't understand the mood of adults. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Presumably, the tracing notices have been posted.

Presumably, a certain parent who is not open-minded enough has already been busy rubbing a rope to build a ladder.

In less than ten minutes, a car drove over and stopped at the museum square.

"You bear child, see if I don't beat you flat!" A parent strode up with a mahjong-shaped slipper in his hand. The big southern character on it is very conspicuous.

"Sister save me!" The one named Xiao Sanyuan hurriedly slipped behind Zihan. grabbed the hem of Zihan's blouse.

The three of them consciously connected to the back and grabbed each other by the corners of the clothes of the people in front of them.

Zihan quickly squatted down into a horse step, opening his arms at one hundred and eighty degrees. stared at the sturdy middle-aged man in front of him.

Soon, the teenage little hairy boy sitting in the ice drink shop solved the cone in his hand with three or two clicks, ran forward happily, and joined the team.

What started as a game of eagle and chicken for the six-member team quickly turned into a huge team.

Two other parents also rushed over and quickly joined the Eagles' team.

The two heads of the family were holding a bronzing mahjong broom, with west and north printed on it.

Needless to say, Zang Honghua's broom must be the head of the East character.

Zihan's eyes are clear and quick, like a heroic conductor, and the team of sixty or seventy people is like a long dragon winding and orderly.

"Left, right, left......" Zihan waved his hand cleanly and gestured. The two arms were strong and powerful, and the three adults were forced to keep them out.

Seeing that, a mother played a strategy of attacking the west, and when Zihan blocked the sweaty little Sanyuan father in front, she violated the rules of the game and broke away from the group by herself and went straight to her son's whereabouts.

Zihan saw that the signs were wrong, and shouted Zixin's name, and then, the tall Zihan quickly formed a team, with more than 30 children following closely behind, the big four, the little Sanyuan, and Tianmu got into the crowd, running back and forth in two long columns, like a sleek loach, full of dust and blushing, soaked in sweat like rain, red and black, and white, just like the face in Peking Opera, it is so eye-catching.

Two long rows of dragons meandered and flowed, and more and more people followed behind.

With a high temperature of more than 30 degrees, doing such a game is definitely nothing compared to entering a steam hall.

Obviously, the three parents lacked sports, and for a while, the mother of the senior was standing in the center of the square with a broom with the north character written on it, panting for breath.

"Everyone, please be cautious and strictly prevent the enemy from sneaking up......" Zihan shouted calmly, his eyes unblinking as he looked at the owner of the mahjong slippers who slowly retracted his posture.

"Tianmu, you give me a line!" The sturdy woman slammed the handle of the broom on the marble floor, and the majestic gilded character "West" was so dazzling.

Tianmu stood motionless, his two hands firmly grasping the corner of Zihan's clothes.

"Ignore them, let's continue to play......" In the crowd, a short boy walked out and stood in front of the three parents.

"Wait!" Zihan shouted loudly. I didn't forget to open my arms and tightly protect those weak chickens.

The three children, with their heads drooping, were like seedlings roasted by the scorching sun.

Looking at the tired appearance of the relatives in front of him soaked in sweat, there was a trace of unbearable feelings.

"Dad, I was wrong!"

The small ternary is the first to be listed. Slowly walked up to his father.

Surprisingly, his father had already thrown the mahjong slippers aside, hugged his son tightly, and kissed Xiaohua for a while.

"It's dad who doesn't ......," Xiao Sanyuan's father whispered.

The people present held their breath, and the senior and Tianmu slowly paced in front of their mothers.

"Mom, hit me!" Tenmu muttered a few words from his throat.

Tianmu's mother touched the majestic Western-character broom and held it high above her head, but she refused to fall.

Then, a string of shiny and salty liquid landed on the back of Tianmu's hand.

"Mom!" Tianmu couldn't hold back any longer, threw himself into his mother's arms, and hugged his mother's neck tightly.

The mother of the senior is very restrained, facing her son who is standing in front of her without saying a word, she throws away the broom in her hand, slowly takes out a sandalwood comb from her handbag, and stands on tiptoe to wave it above his head. The white dandruff followed.

The square fell silent, followed by thunderous applause......

The short boy ran over in a puff of smoke and picked up the slippers and brooms that had been left out in the cold.

"Where did Dongzi go?" He muttered under his breath.

"Here I am!" In the crowd, Zixin held the shining Queen's Medal high. The base of the medal is impressively printed with "East".

"Big brother, can you give it all to me?" The little boy said weakly, "With them, our grandfather will be able to eat and sleep well!" ”

Presumably, in this world, there are not a few people who are obsessed with mahjong, and this kid's grandfather can not think about it?

Everyone turned their attention to this little hairy boy who was less than 1.4 meters old.

"Grandpa's three good friends are gone, so grandpa is very lonely......" The little boy's affectionate confession made everyone silent for a while.

"Child, uncle gives it to you!" Xiao Sanyuan's father turned his head, quickly opened the trunk of the car, and took out four gold-plated boots, which were clearly printed with the words east, west, north and south.

"This is my prize, it is a gift for your grandfather, child, uncle also has a set of jade mahjong of the Ming Dynasty, uncle decided to put it in the mahjong museum, if, your grandfather misses, let him go to the museum to see ......"

The boy shook his head as if he didn't understand.

"Uncle, this is too precious...... I'll take those anyway! With that, he hugged the broom and slippers.

Zi Xincai is reluctant to give up his medal! That's the result of my mother's battle, just imagine, who would have such a glorious ancestor?

The crowd slowly dispersed, and Zihan took a deep breath and looked at the empty square thoughtfully.

"Sister, here you go!" Zixin solemnly presented the medal that he regarded as a treasure in front of Zihan's eyes.

Make an exception, Zihan did not answer.

"Sometimes, it's a nostalgia, I'm here, I'm there; Sometimes, it's a high wall, I'm here, and memories are there......" Zihan pinned his hands behind his back, chanting words.

"Sometimes, it's a poppy, I'm here, and the nest is ......over there," Zixin shook his head after Zihan's words.

The siblings couldn't help but smile at each other.

Yu Lao's haunting nostalgia! It turns out that it can also be written like this!

"Where's the nest? I want to eat! It was Xiao Sanyuan who strode over.

"Stinky boy, why are you so stupid?" Then, Xiao Sanyuan's father took out the golden boots.

"I'm flashing!" Xiao Sanyuan got behind Zihan at once. Hold on tightly to the corners of Zihan's clothes.

Making an exception, Zihan grabbed Xiao Sanyuan's arm and solemnly handed it to his father.

Xiao Sanyuan stared at Zihan unhappily and pouted.

"Sanyuan, go back with your dad! Look at you, your face is rubbed into strips of black rice noodles......" Looking at the black face, Zihan couldn't help but be happy.

Maybe the scene was too touching, or maybe it was too tired, the three parents forgot to thank Zihan! He took care of his bear and got into the car.

Now, only Zixin remains. Zihan took out the battery car key from his trouser pocket, pushed the battery car, pulled Zixin, and talked while walking.

"Sister, you are so handsome!" Zixin couldn't help but clap his hands.

The game that Zihan often played when he was very young was so extravagant for seventeen-year-old Zixin!

Can you imagine how little time children can play now?

In fact, there are only five more years!