() Wen is thinking about things, what are you thinking?

"I'm going out for a picnic tomorrow or I'm paying for it, where am I going to pay for all this money? What else to buy? How do you eat it when you buy it? And what is a picnic eaten? Barbecue? Then you have to borrow an oven to roast corn? It seems that there is no difference" All kinds of questions filled the head of our first-year junior high school student, but this is the first time he has gone out for a picnic "Forget it, just eat all the corn barbecue" Wen finally made a decision.

On the other hand, it is relatively simple for students to think about the problem.

"I shouldn't care about anything if I go tomorrow, I'll keep eating if I can, and if I can't eat, can't I wander around for a while?" Xing fiddled with the military training photos on the table and muttered to himself.

As for Ming, Ming slept very peacefully, and in his dream he also dreamed that Wen was holding two ovens

The next day, in the morning, Wen.

"Come back early, do you hear?" Wen's mother shouted at Wen.

"Hmmm! Hear me! Wen nodded and told his parents that he would come back soon.

For some reason, Mr. Wen felt that something would happen today, and this incident would most likely change his life

Coincidentally, the meeting place that the three of them agreed to meet happened to be a school, and this school was Wen Heming's primary school alma mater.

"The last time I read these words here, I was a primary school student; I didn't expect so much time to pass when I watched it now. The identity has changed, not a primary school student, but a middle school student, although there is no change in essence, he is still a student," Wen sighed.

"Yes. But you seem to be a little sad in your heart? It's not like you," Ming laughed. "Heart? Isn't it sad on the surface? Wen was puzzled. No, you're always happy at all times. And you're sad about the change in identity, which is really a bit different," Ming said seriously.

"It's not this that I'm sad, I'm sad," Wen said mysteriously, directly breaking the sentence.

"What?" Okay asked?

"I don't sue you." Wen shook his head.

"What the hell?? You don't sue him, sue me. Ming also asked.

Wen made a gesture of "come over", Ming walked towards Wen, and then Wen said a few words in Ming's ear.

"Wen, you stop for me!" "Wowha!! Help!! Wen laughed and ran

"Well, your corn is well roasted. Where did you learn it? Wen asked, with his mouth full of corn residues.

"I haven't learned, I'm naturally good for fire, so it's okay to bake anything, of course, it's not as good as doing it professionally." Xing pushed his glasses, but found that the glasses had been taken off for fear of being dirty, so he had to change the action of wiping his forehead

"Here, my roasted meat, you can eat it, how about it." Ming turned around and handed each of them a paper plate, and there was still some meat on the plate.

"Gu--I just ate enough, you give it all to Wen." Xing swallowed his saliva, looked at the meat that had almost turned into char, and said.

"You've been roasting corn just now, but I've eaten several sticks of corn when you're full," Wen scolded in his heart. But he still took the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Slow down, don't get hot." Ming stopped.

"He's all in his mouth, you say," Xing muttered quietly, Ming glared at Xing, turned around and took out a bottle of water for Wen

Wen Mian chewed a few mouthfuls of the barbecue with a strange expression, then swallowed it all, swelled his neck a circle, took the water handed by Ming, drank a big sip, and then swallowed the water and meat into his stomach

"How? Is it delicious? Ming asked very eagerly.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious, it's the best grilled roast I've ever tasted!" Wen replied intermittently, and the whole person stammered because he didn't know why.

"Is it that delicious? Then I'll taste it," Ming reached out to pick up the remaining piece of meat.

"Don't don't don't keep this piece for the evening, because it's so delicious" Wen hurriedly stopped, and then directly packed the barbecue with a plastic bag, very neatly packed, the speed seemed to bring out even the afterimage, and then put it in his pocket, "Can't you let Ming taste this taste" Wen thought in his heart.

"Okay, I'll bake some more for you, and I'll take you to eat a little more tonight," Ming turned his head to the oven

"Gu" Wen swallowed his saliva

"Boom !!!" Smoke and dust filled the sky.

"Ahem, something, it makes the sky dusty" Wen fanned his face, his mouth mixed with the smell of coke and dust

"Who knows? Let's take a look and say, "Okay, go forward."

Wen Heming also nodded and walked forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Three people tripped at the same time.

"Oh, something tripped me" The three of them coincidentally had the same idea in their minds at the same time, and then made the same movement and stretched out their hands to their feet!

What's going on here? Could it be a coincidence? Or is there some guidance in the dark?

(A few words here, now that the New Year has just ended, it may be almost impossible to come to the next semester because of the preparation for the high school entrance examination, so it is a bit too much to stop for half a year.) I'm sorry now, but I guess this is the last chapter. But don't worry, I still have close to 300,000 words of manuscript in the physical book, and I will explode when I come, thank you, even if it is a reader who has only read this book once, after all, I am also a reader. (This chapter has been revised.) ）