Regarding the car, Lu Pan is really asking for Junko's opinion.

Junzi was excited, thinking that he was disturbing Lu Pan to read and off the young master.

Hurriedly said: "The little one knows, so I'll arrange it." ”

Lu Pan looked at the back of the study that bounced out of the study and was silent.

After a while, Junko really came back and asked him again.

"No, young master, just say a word, do you know what it means to bring Miss Poria into the house? Then the old lady and the lady will have to ...... Right? Imagine that there are also young ladies who will also drag their families back to their homes to see people. ”

As Shunzi spoke, she felt more and more innocent that Song Lingling was a little innocent.

What's wrong? It gives people inexplicable in.

What is your family like, don't you say?

That can't be asked in line?

At this moment, Lu Pan finally found a reason why he would bring Junko with him.

This kid's brain is obviously stupid, but it's precious, and there is no problem with other little guys letting their master Hu come.

"Who said I'm going to take her into the house?"

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow, you take her to buy the things that will be used first, let the hibiscus follow, don't be alone, take it to Tangzimiao Hutong after buying."

Junko thought to herself:

Go directly to buy, oh, is it in the daytime, I didn't mention that I wanted to make those things that make sand tables, and the young master was worried that Mrs. Ma would not tell him, and he was worried that Mrs. Ma would directly spend money to buy it and give it away?

Let the hibiscus follow, it seems that the young master is worried that Miss Poria is not comfortable alone, and it would be better to have a maid to follow?

Junzi knows that about the sand table, the young master must learn it by himself, because the roadmap cannot be entrusted to others to do, for fear of leaking secrets.

It's Tangzimiao Hutong, which is a house where his young master is outside, and the small short alley belongs to the young master alone, and there is no one nearby.

However, Shunzi thinks, okay, the question should be asked thoroughly: "Young master, the little dare to ask you, you asked Miss Poria to meet in Tangzimiao Hutong, wouldn't it be to make it convenient for her to teach you, and you plan to let her live there for a few days, right?" ”

Finding that Lu Pan frowned, Junzi hurriedly waved his hand and said: "The little one is just asking, so it is convenient to tell Hibiscus to bring something, if that is the case, Hibiscus also has to bring a few clothes, right?" Young master, I don't mean anything else, I have to make it clear to Song Fusheng when I pick up my daughter. ”

Junko was splashed with ink, and the inkstone smashed on his buttocks, and it fell to the ground again.

Lu Pan twisted his eyebrows: When he is he, he still stays overnight?

He just thought that he couldn't tell it in the letter.

The most important thing in a sand table is not how to make it, but the size ratio.

Any building on the sand table, not this alley next to that alley, not one house to another, that's a painting. It is a city next to a city, between several cities, the area, the size, this is the core.

Like the one in the confectionery shop, the design is a sea, a desert, or a snow field separated by several countries.

He understood that it was not planned casually, there was a set of area standards.

For example, the size of the belly of the finger represents how far away it is.

He wants to understand the set of planning logic in Song Fuling's mind, even if it is just for the sake of the book, then he also wants to listen to it with his own ears, in Song Fuling's narration, to see if he can provide him with ideas, and want to set up the sand table he is about to make.

In this way, when it is used for command in the future, as long as you keep an eye on the sand table, you will be able to know how many days it will take to attack another city from one city, which route the auxiliary team will take the fastest, how many days will it be able to arrive, and how far it will be flanked before and after.

And when applied to the overall command, it will be of great help to his father, the general Wang, in commanding multi-route operations.

If he can make it.

He wanted to make it.

And so on these questions, maybe he asked as he asked, Song Fuling answered, and he might think of some other additional inquiries, which could not be clearly explained in a few words on the letter.

How did this become a staycation again?

Of course, Lu Pan did wonder why the sand table was soft when he pressed it, he picked it open a little bit, and dipped it and tasted it, but he didn't taste what it was.

What are those rivers, deserts, and mountains made of?

Lu Pan doesn't want to explain all of the above, and he can't explain it.

He's not a man of many words.

"Tomorrow, pick it up as soon as possible, don't stay in Renjia Village for long. Car, don't let anyone see it's mine, get out. ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

After Junko went out, he didn't fully understand the meaning of Lu Bin.

I thought: Don't see that the car is yours, that is, the meaning of using your car? Do you just have to dress up? Got it.

After Junko left, the night was already deep.

Lu Pan picked up the first volume that he hadn't read a page, and he wanted to go back to his room to rest at the beginning, and read it slowly, just after a few days off.

To put it bluntly, he also wrote it to girls, and he didn't expect much.

Although Lin Shouyang and they all said that it was good, although it was Song Ling's head melon that was easy to be an ordinary girl.

However, because he heard that it was a myth, Lu Pan felt that it was not a big deal to involve the gods. The likelihood of making things up is extremely high.

He's a man. Don't believe in God, don't believe in fate.

There are always some top people who are defeated, and it is fate to look up to the sky and howl.

Every time he heard it, he only felt ridiculous.

Lu Pan unfolded the notebook and looked at the handwriting, huh? Progress is fast. If it weren't for Mrs. Ma personally saying that it was her little granddaughter's "original work", he wouldn't even dare to believe it, the caterpillar-like words already have a look now.

Also, it's not written with a brush, what kind of pen is this?

I shone it on the candle and didn't understand it.

Lu Pan supported his forehead, his eyes swept over the first article, and sighed again, why is it written horizontally, I am not used to it.

He wondered, Song Fatya, every time he felt very strange in his heart, even writing things was so strange.

Lu Pan didn't expect it, he only read two pages, and he complained about how troublesome the horizontal font was, he was used to the horizontal font, and he had no intention of going back to the room to rest.

"A thousand years later......

Here it appears; Uh, the biggest landing battlefield.

Here, you'll hear the allied forces of several nations launching a fierce assault on the Eagle Nation with a powerful attack of nearly three million troops by the army, navy, and air force.

At sea, hundreds of battleships broke through the layers of fog and headed for their respective targets.

In the air, Star Country bombers and fighters continuously and violently bombarded the position where the Eagle Country was located.

Countless airborne troops quietly landed one after another from behind the Atlantic ramparts of the Eagle Army.

The story of the 660,000 Eagle Army, which is about to face the enemy's 2.88 million allied troops, is about to be fully opened......

Jingle bell, the door of the western restaurant was pushed open......"

Lu Pan changed his posture and continued to look.

He didn't know, in fact, the next paragraph was a soft advertisement written by Song Fuling with her own intentions.

At the beginning of the story, I first wrote about the most ordinary day of the people of the Eagle Country before the war/

The men wore top hats and leather pockets before they got off work and walked on the streets.

The woman's long skirt, big waves, high heels, and just got off the tram.

A young man in a white shirt in suspenders, riding a bicycle through the streets and alleys, looks like he has just left work from the factory.

At this time, in the western restaurant, the old-fashioned player played records, and the women sat in front of the window, with pizza and all kinds of snacks on the table, and the store was wafting sweet.

The men were at the table of 351, drinking beer and eating fried chicken, discussing the recent overtime work in the factory.

The factory has recently been making weapons again.

At the mention of this, the elderly people at the nearby tables shouted as if they were drunk: why was the highway only built a few cities away? There is no way, like the last defeat, how can you quickly mobilize the team, and mention the last defeat that left their country behind for a long time.

Lu Pan returned all the way back to the bedroom, immersed in the story.

To be honest, he somewhat admired Song Ling's imagination.

He was reluctant to put down the notebook, and his mind was full of those strange scenes in the story.

Holding a notebook, for the first time, I was lying on the bed holding a book and reading it.

In the past, he was: books were read in the study. What books to read when you go to bed.