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Because he was pulled into the water by the monkeys, he ate breakfast a little late, and by the time Brother Badou took Li Xiaoman to the museum, it was almost noon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Of course, this also has something to do with the means of transportation he uses - if you don't sit in a good car, you have to ride a big golden deer.

No matter what others think, anyway, Li Xiaoman sat on the pack shelf, holding the fat man's bucket waist with his hand, feeling sweet in his heart, and humming sweetness softly in his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the old revolutionary, Lao Lei Tou and others all nodded and praised: Badou is really a good comrade, although he is rich, he can still maintain a hard and simple revolutionary style.

In fact, emotionally speaking, after the fat man went home, in addition to the nursing home, what he wanted to see most was the Badou School, but it was the winter vacation at this time, so he wandered to the Badou Museum.

There is a red sun in the chest, the east wind is dancing under the feet, the big golden deer was almost flying by the fat man, and finally stopped by the traffic police at an intersection, and the car had to be detained. Fortunately, the traffic police recognized Li Xiaoman, a former comrade-in-arms, and let him go.

Seeing the big signboard of the Badou Museum from afar, the fat man couldn't help but hehe twice: "It seems that business is good-"

This is evident from the long queues for tickets. Among them, there are many foreigners, and there are quite a few visual inspections.

For more than half a year, the fat man has been wandering around the closed African side, and he doesn't know that the current Badou Museum has become world-famous. Under the leadership of the golden-eyed carving, the treasures brought back from Europe are on display one after another, and a large number of foreign tourists come to visit. This situation is the same as Chinese going to the Louvre to see Chinese cultural relics.

In addition, the Golden Eye Eagle has also exchanged a number of precious cultural relics with museums in Europe and the United States and other countries. All of them are treasures that have been lost overseas, which also makes the Badou Museum. It has also made a name for itself in China.

At the entrance of the museum, Diao Laosan heard the news and came out to wait for the fat man, and now he has also mixed the title of deputy curator, and his waist is straight. Seeing the familiar figure of the fat man riding a big golden deer, Diao Laosan couldn't help laughing: "Badou." Isn't it time for your mount to be put on display in a museum? ”

The fat man got out of the car and patted the seat: "Third uncle, I don't change this classic car!" ”

"It's someone who refuses to change it, right?" Although Diao Laosan was joking in his mouth, he knew that what the fat man said was really true, because of this bike. Carrying all the hardships of the fat man, a small people who are rising to the bucket.

Entering the museum, an African area has been added to it, which is full of indigenous customs, and there are really a lot of tourists who linger here, including many black and scumbag blacks.

The most visited area is in the European Quarter. Those oil paintings and sculptures will make people stop for a long time. Looking at the obsession in the eyes of those foreigners, the fat man felt so bad in his heart, poked the waist and eyes of the third old, and muttered in a low voice: "Third uncle, can you still give us Chinese morale?" ”

As soon as the words fell, an angry voice came from behind me: "I protest, this painting is from our country." It should be returned to us! ”

Who is this, I'm here to find ballast, but I like it. Because these words used to be said by my compatriots, and today I finally fell off - the fat man was not angry at all, but turned around with a smile, ready to have a good fight with the other party, or show off.

"Why are you here-" But when he looked back and saw the heroic woman behind him, Badou was stunned.

"How. Isn't I welcome here? The woman's eyes were even more aggressive.

The fat man scratched the back of his head: "I just want to ask, Miss He Er, you-did you buy tickets?" ”

Poof. The second lady was still amused by the fat man. She wondered, once upon a time. The rustic guy in front of him couldn't get into her eyes at all. But now, whether it is net worth or achievements, it is no worse than her or even the family behind her.

The fat man didn't want to have anything to do with this strong woman, so his little eyes touched around, and he immediately rushed in one direction, and called Master in his mouth, which caused the surrounding tourists who were quietly watching the exhibits to roll their eyes at him.

But the fat man didn't care about this, and ran to the golden-eyed eagle: "Master, I'm back, you've worked hard all this time-" As he spoke, he saw that beside the golden-eyed eagle, there was a wheelchair pushed, and an old man was smiling at him.

"He-Mr. Ho!" The fat man was also surprised, and the gambling king actually came.

"Little friend, I came all the way to thank you." Mr. He looks good, his face is ruddy, and he speaks with confidence.

The fat man blinked his little eyes twice, and said a few words of panic. In fact, he also knew in his heart that He Gambling King came to him, most of them for his second uncle, the tattered king, that is to say, people came to see his brothers.

After greeting for a while, the fat man justifiably invited He Gambling King to his nursing home as a guest. Miss He Er was still eating lunch, but was pushed back by the fat man: "Nowhere is the food better than our nursing home, and those old men and old ladies are all fat and fat." Mr. He, if you are also admitted to the hospital, I will definitely not ask you for more money. ”

As a result, the second lady was so angry that she glared at her, but Mr. He nodded happily: "Go to the nursing home first-"

When he got outside, the fat man rode a bicycle with extremely vicissitudes of life, leading the way in front, and after going out of the city, he was speeding all the way, not much worse than a car. Seeing that the second lady shook her head, as for the old gambling king, she bowed slightly.

Soon returned to Lao Lai Le, after getting out of the car, the second lady pushed the wheelchair behind the fat man, and Wu Lao Er at the door asked with a smile: "Badou, we have a new member here, this age is not small!" ”

However, the ghost hand Gao Tian looked excited, looked at the old man in the wheelchair, his lips moved for a long time, and a name almost blurted out. Then, he saw the fat man nodding and waving at him, so Gao Tian followed behind the wheelchair.

After entering the nursing home, it was already afternoon, and the old men and old ladies who had eaten lunch were all strolling around the courtyard to take a nap after eating. The warm winter sun shines on the body, which is particularly comfortable.

After Mr. He entered the hospital, his nervous eyes kept searching in the crowd, and soon, he was fixed on an old man: I saw that the other party was full of energy, the big silver back was not messy, the white beard on the chest was sprinkled, the face was like a baby, and the temperament was free and easy, just like a living fairy, who was not the king of tatters.

On his shoulder, there was also a big black bird, and when he looked back at the fat man, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Old Dou, Old Dou is back-" caused the Rag King to turn his head and look this way.

"Thirteen-" Mr. He's lips trembled for a long time, and then he spat out two words tremblingly.

With an eternal smile on his face, the Tattered King walked all the way to the front of the wheelchair, then took over the wheelchair from Miss He Er, pushed Mr. He, and walked happily into the distance. The second lady behind her called "Uncle Thirteen" a few times, but the Rag King didn't turn around to pay attention to her at all.

"Thirteen, thirteen." The crow's broken mouth also followed the words, which annoyed Miss He Er, and scolded in her mouth: "Close your crow's mouth!" ”

"Thirty-eight, three-eight!" The rough voice of the crow echoed in the nursing home...... (To be continued)