Father Chu said cooperatively: "Go back and flip through the Book of Poetry, our Xiaoxi was born on Chinese New Year's Eve, so it is called Xiaoxi." In case a granddaughter is born on the day of the solar term, you have to find a similar name. ”

Mother Chu nodded: "Find a female name in the Book of Songs, and find a male name in the Analects." In case Xiaoxi gives birth to a baby boy, the boy is naughty, and he has to take an atmospheric name to calm it. Xiao Lu has good genes, and my grandson will definitely inherit good genes too..."

Listening to the enthusiastic discussion of her parents and parents, Chu Xiaoxi couldn't interject for a long time.

She and the Great God have not yet developed to that point, where is the child?

Silently took out his headphones, lowered his head and continued to play the game...

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During the Spring Festival, everyone went home for the New Year.

The fat man went back to Hanshan Temple to ring the bell, took on the responsibility of the eldest disciple, and followed the abbot's grandfather to hold a temple fair;

Bai Chen and Li Huaiyu couldn't go home, so they simply went to Shen Yan's house to eat;

Therefore, the New Year was spent in the forensic office, following the instructor to dissect the newly sent corpses, and he was very busy;

immediately flew back to the village, followed his father to relatives, and took the little doll in the village to fight the glory of the king;

Yama and Silent took a plane to Nakcheon Province.

Nandu Airport, people come and go.

"Huh? The one wearing a black mask, it seems to be Mr. Shan? ”

"Where, where's the old popsicle?"

"It's past the ticket gate! It had to be him! ”

...

The silver wings slowly left the ground, and Mr. Shan leaned on the glass window, looking down at the southern cityscape.

"Recently, the smog in Nandu has also been serious, it is dark and dark, people are poisoned, and you have to wear a gas mask when you go out."

The plane took off and overlooked the entire bustling southern metropolis, which was actually shrouded in a layer of gray haze.

Mr. Shan has a bad throat, and in this heavily polluted weather, he always feels a pain in his throat.

It's just that he is still ADHD, he can't stop jumping up and down, he chatters all day long with one mouth, and he doesn't take his sore throat seriously at all.

Silence pulled him back to his seat and said, "Rest first, I'll call you when it's time." ”

Mr. Shan stretched his waist, and finally felt a little sleepy, took the drink handed by Silent and took two sips, and then sighed leisurely.

In a few hours, he will be "reunited" with his silent parents, and Shan always has mixed feelings.

Especially when he thinks of the serious face of the silent father, Shan always feels a pain in his brain.

Thinking about it, Mr. Shan's eyelids gradually began to fight, tilted his head and fell asleep on Silence, wearing headphones.

The plane runs smoothly.

The beautiful flight attendant pushed the dinner cart and slowly began to deliver dinner.

Walking to Silence's side, the stewardess was about to ask, but Silence made a "shhhh

The flight attendant's eyes lit up, the boy in a black cool jacket and a yellow-haired little handsome face was not the popular anchor Mr. Xiaoshan?!

In recent years, the game Honor of Kings has become popular all over the country, from octogenarians to kindergarten children, all like to play this mobile game.

The flight attendant is no exception, she likes Mr. Shan in the live broadcast room of tentacle 888 the most, she is good-looking, has good game skills, has a distinctive personality, and is still a top professional player.

"Y-you're silent?" The flight attendant was pleasantly surprised.

Silent nodded faintly, and placed the dinner on the small shelf.

Mr. Shan screamed cold in his sleep, and the blanket was covered with silence, and his eyes were tender.

The flight attendant looked at this scene and seemed to understand something.

The stewardess silently pushed the dining cart and left silently...