Chapter 115: His childhood plum, her bamboo horse

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The red-haired boy like Gollum is called Han Dinghao, and in terms of relationship, he can be regarded as growing up with Zhuang Yi since childhood.

Han Dinghao's grandmother's house is two buildings away from Zhuang Yi's house, and Han Dinghao lived in his grandmother's house from the age of three until he transferred to his mother's city in his sophomore year of high school.

Zhuang Yi doesn't have much memory of what happened when he was a child, but according to his mother, the first meeting between him and Han Dinghao was quite sparkling.

At that time, he rode the children's tricycle that his father bought for him to go around in the open space downstairs at home, Han Dinghao was very envious, and he wanted to grab it without saying a word, but he was kicked by Zhuang Yi and flew in the mud and sand, crying.

Afterwards, Zhuang Yi's father naturally hugged Zhuang Yi, so that Han Dinghao was addicted to the children's tricycler, this kid cried while riding, tears and snot all rubbed on the handlebar.

So Zhuang Xiaoyi, who was standing next to him, became furious, rushed over and kicked Han Dinghao out of the stroller.

Since then, the beam has been settled.

Han Dinghao is a single-parent family, his mother works in the metropolis, it seems to be very difficult at first, Zhuang Yi remembers that when he was in kindergarten, Han Dinghao always wore old clothes, and occasionally Zhuang Yi's clothes, which were naturally given to Han Dinghao's grandmother by his kind mother.

Han Dinghao has been thin since he was a child, although he is the same age as Zhuang Yi, he is a little shorter than Zhuang Yi. Since the kicking incident, Zhuang Yi was warned that he must not bully Han Dinghao, and Zhuang Yi also listened to his mother.

But the problem is, just because I don't offend people doesn't mean that people don't offend me.

When he was in kindergarten, Han Dinghao's family had a significant change, Han Dinghao began to wear new clothes from time to time, and owned his first car - the kind of children's car with two small wheels on the rear wheel.

Zhuang Yi was playing war games with his partners in the open space downstairs, Han Dinghao stepped on his new car and rushed towards Zhuang Yi, Zhuang Yi, who was only five or six years old, was naturally frightened and sat on the ground.

At that time, Han Dinghao had already shown his excellent driving skills, and the handlebar was taken to the side, and he slid and stopped in front of Zhuang Yi's legs.

Looking at Zhuang Yi's embarrassed appearance, Han Dinghao looked happy and fell in love with such a game from then on.

Like now.

The trident Maserati circled close to Zhuang Yi, getting closer and closer.

Of course Zhuang Yi knew what this guy with the steering wheel wanted to do.

Han Dinghao has a quirk, every time he gets a new mount, he will always show off in front of him, and the whole process of showing off is to first drive the mount towards him, then flick the tail in front of him and stop, and finally circle around him, from time to time to make provocative remarks, such as "how much is this car", "my mother said that she will buy me a better car next time" and so on.

Zhuang Yi deeply felt that it was the incident of two three-year-old boys fighting for a stroller that he didn't remember at all, which caused a shadow on Han Dinghao's young and fragile mind.

The subconscious influence of this psychological shadow is too great, so that Han Dinghao has repeatedly healed the scar and forgotten the pain, and he does not have a long memory at all.

When he was in the third grade of elementary school, Han Dinghao changed to a children's bicycle, in junior high school, Han Dinghao changed to a mountain bike, and in high school, Han Dinghao began to ride a motorcycle.

After changing the car three times, Han Dinghao showed off three times in front of Zhuang Yi, and was kicked by Zhuang Yi three times unintentionally.

In elementary school, Zhuang Yi was holding a wire and a box of earthworms in his hand to hang eels in the paddy fields on the outskirts of the town, Han Dinghao rode a new car and rushed over with a tail flick to stop, before he could speak, Zhuang Yi threw out a box of earthworms, Han Dinghao howled in fright, and Zhuang Yi kicked it over.

In junior high school, Zhuang Yi held a bamboo pole and dustpan in his hand and was about to go to the stream to touch shrimp and crabs, Han Dinghao rode a mountain bike and rushed over to circle him, Zhuang Yi stabbed the bamboo pole into the wheel wire ring, and Han Dinghao suddenly flew out.

In high school, Zhuang Yi was about to go to the dry frame with a stick and iron chain in his hand, and was complaining that the dry frame was too far away, Han Dinghao rode a motorcycle and came over to go around in circles, Zhuang Yi's eyes lit up, and he simply kicked Han Dinghao away and rode away on his new motorcycle.

Han Dinghao has been defeated repeatedly, defeated again and again, Zhuang Yi estimated that this kid may think that his mount is constantly upgrading, and there will always be a day when Zhuang Yi can't kick it, but he forgets that his opponent Zhuang Yi is also constantly upgrading.

So this kid thinks he's riding a Trident this time, and I can't help him? Zhuang Yi touched his chin and said secretly.

But come to think of it, he really can't kick over a Trident after a few months of retirement.

But now......

Zhuang Yi secretly gathered Qi, harnessed the wind and held it in the palm of his hand, and when the trident made a ninety-degree turn in front of him again, a fierce palm pushed, and the wind was hitting the rear wheel of the trident.

Wowโ€”โ€”!

There was a screeching sound, and the trident deflected in the direction of the Rubik's Cube sculpture like a slip in the oil field.

Bang Dangโ€”โ€”!

Whewโ€”โ€”!

Dingken โ€”โ€”!

Woo โ€”โ€”!

โ€œno๏ผ My Maserati! โ€

Han Ding Howden jumped up!

The front of the Maserati carried a corner into the sculpture pedestal, one side of the headlight was broken, the front fender and bumper needless to say, because Han Dinghao tried to make a dying struggle, desperately turning the steering wheel to get out of this embarrassing situation that seems to be a tire slip but not like a tire slippery, resulting in the two doors and the rear fender also scratched on the pedestal with the distinct marks, and even the beautiful trident is skewed with the depression of the bumper.

Alas, Zhuang Yi sighed, you don't die and struggle, the trident will only break the bumper at most.

Circling around the car that was hit, Han Dinghao grabbed the exploding ears of corn and his hair was like ashes.

"It's over, my brother will kill my ......"

Oh. Zhuang Yi realized in his heart, and said, this kid only took over a second-hand Ford Mustang Cobra of his brother half a year ago, how could he have another Trident in a few months?

Thinking about Han Dinghao's elder brother Han Chaoyang's 10,000-year-old iceberg dead poker face, Zhuang Yi felt that in the next half a month, there would be no figure of Han Dinghao, a tragic guy, in front of him.

Clapping his hands, leaving Han Dinghao's wail behind, Zhuang Yi walked towards the dormitory with a spring breeze on his face.

"Zhuang Yi!"

A clear shout came from behind, and the voice was soft and beautiful.

There were many onlookers, and the boys all looked in unison at the place where the sound came from, and their eyes lit up.

Some girls secretly pinched their boyfriend's meat, and the light dimmed more than a dozen wisps, but more light came up, including Han Dinghao, who was originally sad.

But the spring breeze on Zhuang Yi's face gave birth to all things, but it suddenly turned into the autumn wind and swept up the dead leaves.

Well, everyone has his childhood sweetheart and her sweetheart.

Now, his childhood plum has appeared.

He patted his face and squeezed out a smile.

"Yo, Vivi."

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