It seems to be a spotless village, a place that some people spurn the most and some people yearn for the most.

Sichuan Chong Zhao Kuang said chaotically: "Hey, where are you going?" ”

Zhao Kuang knocked on Sichuan's head and said, "I don't call him Hey, call me Uncle Mess, do you understand." ”

"Good, good, mess." Sichuan covered his head, and was knocked by Zhao Kuang, and his whole head was on fire.

"We're going to Qingdao." Zhao Kuang was also lazy to worry about Sichuan, and looked at the north and said lightly.

"It's a big city, and my mom and dad work there." Sichuan said yearningly, although he had never been to Qingdao at all.

Zhao Kuangran's expression was a little gloomy, when this child knew the true face of Qingdao, that is, the true face of every big city, would he still yearn for it like this? Zhao Kuangran didn't know, he only felt that the hidden things in this world were far greater than those tempting, and when a person knew that nothing was at his fingertips, he began to grow up slowly.

"It's a city, but it's not a big city, and there's so much out there that you'll never see here." Zhao Kuangran touched Sichuan's head again, but Sichuan did not knock off Zhao Kuangran's hand this time.

Hutou Mountain, the mountain stands out from the crowd to a kind of realm of the courtyard.

There was an oil lamp in the room, the old man was smoking a dry cigarette, looking at the mess left by Zhao Kuang in front of him, and there was a powerful man sitting opposite, and the man's body inadvertently exuded the momentum of swallowing bulls.

"Old Liu, I really don't have to worry about letting that Zhao Kuang take Da Yue out, Da Yue is" The powerful man looked at the cup in front of him, and said in a deep voice, with something in his voice that ordinary people dare not climb.

The old man who was looking at the wine brought by the man waved his hand lightly and said, "Xiong He, don't always look at one person with your eyes, how many people are there in this world?" The man was silent, lightly lit a Zhongnanhai, and quietly looked at the old man who opened the bottle cap and sniffed the wine, who would have thought that the old man had stood at such a height.

"Old Liu, are you really not going back to Liu's house?" The man was silent for a long time and spat out a sentence.

The old man chuckled, all the wrinkles on his face stretched, poured wine into the cup and said, "Who do you think would want me to go back, Da Yue's father can't wait for me to take Da Yue to hell, what am I going to do when I go back?" ”

"He dares!" The man clenched his fists, and all the momentum on his body exuded, if Zhao Kuang was there, he would definitely be surprised and couldn't close his mouth, the momentum on this plain and powerful man was even stronger than that Guo Qingyi.

The old man took a sip of wine, closed his eyes and smiled, "I have new expectations now. ”

"That Zhao Kuangchao?" The man said in a deep voice.

"Dayue, or a mess." The old man seemed to be drunk, and said something in a fog.

The man frowned, knowing that he could not persuade the old stubborn, and sat on the side and smoked a cigarette.

"Let Dayue follow the chaos, it is good for Dayue, the position where the chaos is now is exactly what Dayue needs, after all, Dayue can't lie in this Hutou Mountain for a lifetime, the rest is to see if this mess can control Dayue." The old man put down his glass, and more than half of the wine in the cup was gone.

"Aren't you afraid that the mess will be killed by those fierce gods and evil things with teeth and claws? Maybe Dayue will also suffer. The man finally couldn't hold back and said, he is no longer the madman who fought for the old man when he was young, he has grown up, with the city and mentality, maybe the old man is really old.

"I know in my heart that letting Dayue see how cruel this society or this era is, it is more interesting than him calling for wind and rain in the so-called family, and that mess, he will climb up." The old man pointed to his heart and smiled.

"Do you think that mess is really going to climb up?" The man couldn't believe it, but when he thought about who he said this, he suddenly froze.

"I'm not old, my vision is not sharp, let this mess prove it." The old man smiled, looking down on him, there was nothing more interesting than a hint of expectation.

The man was silent, looking at the flames swaying from side to side, and finally planned to get up and leave, and said lightly: "It's not that I don't believe you, the outside world is now more chaotic than you imagined, your beloved apprentice, I will keep an eye on it, and it can be regarded as repaying your kindness, although it is not worth mentioning." ”

"Xiong He, haven't you done enough for me? Let's go, you can let go of the baggage in your heart, and don't forget to go to the village to carry the chaos and Dayue. The old man also stood up, one meter nine tall, but he had to look up at Xiong He slightly, what kind of man Xiong He was, it was clear at a glance.

"It's not enough, I'm Xiong He, the only person who has served in this life is Liu Lao." Xiong He smiled, it was also the first time he laughed in the house, this Yan sù, there was an unattainable big man on his body, but he smiled a little kindly, and even had a bit of a stupid big taste.

The old man's withered and thin hand with only bones left patted Xiong He's thick shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiong He, I know Dayue's father's temper best, if he really dares to make a move in Qingdao, I don't mind going down the mountain once." ”

The old man said lightly, but Xiong He's eyes widened in surprise, and he was full of curiosity about the so-called mess in the old man's mouth at this time, what kind of guy is he who can make Song Deshan, who has retired for many years, or what Song saw in Zhao Kuangran.

"Xionghe, you know what? He is also from that part of the Xing'an Mountains. Song suddenly came to such a puzzling sentence.

Xiong He's expression paused slightly.

Xiong He finally reflected, nodded at the old man, stepped on his leather boots, and strode away.

In the village, Zhao Kuangran was still sitting bored, and Sichuan once again took the trouble to roll a snowball.

"Mess, will you build a snowman?" Sichuan sighed hot in his hand and said expectantly.

Zhao Kuang smiled ugly, he didn't know what was good, but looking at Sichuan's expectant gaze and the frozen unsightly hand, he was stunned, stood up, picked up the shovel, and built a snowman, Dayue held a pile of white snow on the side to help, and he didn't know what the cold was.

The children in the village all came around, but most of them were far away from Zhao Kuang's chaotic Dayue, they didn't want Sichuan to be so bold, and they didn't know what thoughts were poured into the old people in the village, or maybe Dayue's figure was too terrifying.

"Brother Chaozi, your injury is just right." Da Yue looked at Zhao Kuangchao, who was like a dragon and a tiger, and looked at it with some concern.

"It's fine." Zhao Kuang shoveled the snow and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Sichuan also came to the momentum, rolling the snowball bigger and bigger, and this strange scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After half an hour of hard work, this year's largest snowman in the village was born, Sichuan Ha hand, frozen red face smiling, laughing unscrupulous.

"Kid, that's supposed to be laughing, isn't it?" Zhao Kuang gasped for air, and said softly by Dayue's very secure side.

Da Yue also laughed, convinced this young man named Zhao Kuangchao in his heart.

And this weird qiē, park the car in the distance, and the bears and cranes are in full view.

"Zhao Kuangran, what kind of guy is he?" Xiong He said lightly, but he undoubtedly believed in his heart that the old man had not yet reached the point of dazzling, but after Xiong He saw Zhao Kuangchao and Da Yue's silly smiles, he muttered again: "Such a pair of combinations, maybe what can really be done." ”

Launched Toyota's domineering, and in the eyes of the children's widened eyes, he stopped in front of Dayue and Zhao Kuang.

"Brother Sichuan, how much does this car cost?" A woman with pigtails touched the snowman and said.

Sichuan blushed, as if he didn't want to lose face in front of this group of children who were even bigger than him, and exhaled and said: "It's more than ten tractors." ”

There was a round of exclamations around.

The man opened the car door, got out of the car, and said to Dayue, "I'll send you to Qingdao." ”

The roe deer looked at Da Yue suspiciously, and Da Yue smiled heartily: "This is my Uncle Xiong." ”

Xiong He's face was gloomy, but he also understood Dayue's unabashed character.

The man got into the car, Dayue sat in the back seat with interest, Zhao Kuang stood at the door of the car, and suddenly waved his hand at Sichuan, who was watching blankly from afar.

Sichuan ran over.

"It's called Uncle Mess." Zhao Kuang touched the child's head and said with a bright smile.

"Uncle Mess." The spiritual child screamed honestly as if he knew that this might be the last time he screamed.

Zhao Kuang smiled and agreed, and took out a stack of red things, which was all he had on his body when he finally fell off the cliff, although it was cheesy, it could change a lot, so much that it was unimaginable, and handed it to the round child with staring eyes.

"Uncle Chaozi, I can't ask for money." Sichuan hurriedly ran away, he had grown so big, it was the first time he had seen so much money, and he seemed to feel that he would never see so much money in his life.

"You call me uncle, this is New Year's money, don't you don't grow a year old." Zhao Kuang walked to Sichuan's side and stuffed Qian Qiang into Sichuan's cold hands.

Sichuan took the money at a loss and looked at Zhao Kuangchao blankly, which is not a kind of sadness.

"Take the money, go buy food for the children just now, and give the rest to grandma, you know?" Zhao Kuang sighed and touched Sichuan's head again, maybe this was the last time.

Sichuan turned his head, looked at Zhao Kuangchao, and puffed up his breath and said, "Uncle Chaozi, can I see you again?" ”

"Yes, Sichuan, remember my words, when you get out of this mountain village, you will understand that in this world, there is a lot of money, and there are many things that you will never get in the mountains." Zhao Kuang said unswervingly, and the hand on Sichuan's head was slowly put down, and he walked towards Toyota, which did not belong here.

Sichuan looked at this slightly curved back, at his age, he didn't know how much he felt about Zhao Kuangran's words, but at least he had a dream of walking out of this mountain village, didn't he?