Northern.

Geng Zhiboy Liu Hao returned to his hometown in Inner Mongolia.

In the past, every time he came back from outside, he only dared to take the train because the ticket was too expensive.

Now it's different, he can fully afford the cost of a few thousand dollars back and forth.

"Ebug, Emuge, Du, a hot Senli." Liu Hao was holding the butterfly crisp brought back from Shanghu City in his hand, and he opened his throat to say hello to his grandparents and younger brother from afar.

A little fat man was stunned at first, stood still in place, and ran over after recognizing the comer.

"Aha-back, aha-back!"

The little fat man's pink little face was round, like a pink carving, extremely cute, he circled around Liu Hao, very happy.

Geng Zhiboy took out a piece of butterfly crisp from his pocket and let his brother eat it.

The two brothers haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and they chat with many parents in dialect.

The grandparents sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, and when the old man saw his grandson coming back, he didn't care about the inconvenience of his legs and feet, so he got up from the rocking chair and walked towards the eldest and younger grandchildren.

During this time, both parents are working outside the home and can only come back for dinner in the evening.

Liu Hao thought about it, and when they came back, they discussed giving all the savings to their parents for deposit, and then let them not have to work so hard, and their son would be able to make a lot of money.

The two old men held their grandson's hand vigorously, one on the left and one on the right, and Liu Hao looked down at it, and the years had left countless wrinkles on the hands of his grandparents.

The four of them happily entered the house, squeezed into the narrow living room sofa, and watched TV together for an afternoon, as if they had returned to a summer vacation when Liu Hao was a child.

The younger brother asked Liu Hao what kind of scenery the big city is, is it all like on TV, and he can't see the end of the high-rise buildings with a warp of his head.

Liu Hao smiled and said that you study hard, and when you go to college, you can see the scenery of the big city with your own eyes, and now Aha told you that you can't imagine it.

Then the little fat man's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said with a smile: "Then let's say okay, I will be admitted to the university of the lake, and I will live with Aha after I go." ”

Liu Hao nodded and agreed, "Okay." ”

In the evening, when the parents came back, they saw their eldest son sitting in the house watching TV, and the mother laughed and scolded why she didn't say anything in advance when she came back, and she didn't prepare a few dishes at home.

The father is more introverted, he doesn't like to put his emotions on his face, but he can't hide the joy in his heart, he hurriedly blocked Liu Hao, who wanted to stop his mother, and said that he would let Eji go, it was rare to see, she was happy, and then dragged Liu Hao in the corner and laid a plate of shatara.

It is a popular chess game in Mongolia and is much loved.

Liu Hao learns things quickly and is also smart, ranking extremely high in school grades, and learning Shatara quickly.

In just a few days, you will be able to grasp the essence of it.

When he was a child, he was always full of firepower, and he didn't have to be serious at all, he could kill his father without leaving a piece of armor without showing mercy to him.

In today's game of chess, he played extremely cautiously, not to win carefully, but to lose carefully.

Seeing Liu Hao's hands everywhere, his father smiled and said, "Why, so much regression?" ”

Liu Hao touched the back of his head with a smile and made it up: "Hehe, I haven't been down for too long, but I can't get off Abu." ”

How could a man not see the clue and smile without saying a word.

How did Liu Hao know that those chess games when he was a child were also carefully let him win by his father.

In this way, father and son worked together step by step, leaving no trace for each other's sake.

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Xiaokuan and KK, Zheng Junkuan and Kang Ruocheng, they are fellow countrymen or neighbors.

The parents of the two are also old acquaintances, and they don't look up and look down every day.

Not only that, but they are almost small hair that grew up together in a pair of pants.

That's why it's so relevant at the club.

The two teenagers don't have any bizarre twists and turns, and they both have a healthy and complete childhood.

The family environment is not poor, at least in this small county town outside the 18th parallel of China, there is no need to worry about food and clothing, and both parents work in public institutions, and each has a stable iron rice bowl.

Kang Ruocheng's grades are not good, nor bad, he belongs to the middle of the school, not up or down.

The same is true of his appearance, the public face, not brilliant and unrecognizable, can be summed up by the word ordinary alone, walking on the street, a brick thrown out and smashed ten people, then there are nine people who look like this.

In fact, his words were not too few before, he once said the wrong thing and suffered a big loss, and since then he has become silent, but he can say less, which does not mean that he thinks less, but in the final analysis, all these thoughts and thoughts can be used with a sentence "Fuck him!" "instead.

"Fuck his school", "fuck his life", "fuck his game", "fuck his girl", "fuck his childhood", "fuck his life".

When Kang Ruocheng found out this, life became uninteresting, as if nothing could be done.

Fortunately, he still has Zheng Junkuan.

It was also with the support of Zheng Junkuan that Kang Ruocheng was brought on the career path.

LGM originally only planned to sign Zheng Junkuan that year, and then the teenager said that he would sign it together, or not at all, which made Hu Che decide to sign KK and give it a try.

Xiaokuan is different from him, he has been doted on by his parents since he was a child, how can he have less pocket money? Life is like a fish in water, all kinds of toys are available, but the only thing missing may be companionship, which sounds a bit hypocritical, but it is so.

Zheng Junkuan once said with a smile that this is like some girls who like to talk about money with poor boys, but when they turn their heads, they love to talk about feelings with the rich second generation.

Kang Ruocheng said that his metaphor was too bad, saying that he had seen many good girls, but none of them were like what Zheng Junkuan said.

Then Xiaokuan smiled, didn't argue with him, and said again, just like you just want to talk about treatment, but the boss talks to you about dreams.

KK shook his head and said that it still didn't work.

Zheng Jun couldn't resist him, so he took a step back and asked, "Then you say, what's right?" ”

The young man smiled all over his face, and finally only held back one sentence: "Fuck it!! ”

Finally, after returning home to eat, Zheng Junkuan walked up to the balcony with a bowl, and he was stunned.

Because he saw that on the balcony next door, Kang Ruocheng was also holding a bowl, looking this way while shoeing rice.

The two looked at each other and smiled, remembering that when they were children, they had to run to the balcony to write their homework, and set up a small table here, chatting while writing homework, saying that the old man Cao, who taught Chinese, was angry and his beard was about to rise to the sky, and said that the old man Song who taught history dragged the text all day long, and the bite and chewing words were more serious than the old man Cao, and he couldn't understand it.

What coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, what King Zhou You smiled at him, the princes of the beacon fire play, and their!

Zheng Junkuan chewed slowly, looking at Kang Ruocheng who was gobbling up on the balcony opposite, Xiao Kuan's ghost was confused, and said for no reason: "You're right." ”

Kang Ruocheng stopped shaving rice, with a grain of rice still on his lips, and looked at his friend suspiciously.

The boy gestured to the bowl in his hand.

"Fuck it."