The Yinmen District Meteorological Bureau is extremely exaggerated, and after two cooldowns, it often gets warmer for five consecutive days, and cool days are as rare as weekends, and winter has changed from a season to a year-end bonus for most people.

Before the halfway point of February, Jingyang's black plush collar coat has a plan to retire, and wearing it to go out has gradually become a burden, and wet wipes must be prepared to deal with the fine sweat on his forehead at any time.

In order to ensure the normal state of the giant ape, Udangjizhigrad went with the team, plus the male No. 1 Zhao Zuojingyang, and Kangolsky were responsible for miscellaneous control, and a temporary team was officially launched.

However, when they really arrived in Jiandang Town, the three-person team found that they were facing a lot of trouble.

The paradise is a banana grove that has been gradually remodeled, and all the farming and animal husbandry facilities can be traced, such as spray towers for moisturizing, less fragrant fertilizer stations, and convex fruit carts that look like a roundback turtle. What's even more striking is the long river of irrigation that runs through the park, passing through the gate and carrying the hopes of banana farmers all the way inward, and has also become a summer resort for dozens of neighborhoods.

The venue for the opening ceremony was set up next to the door, but the bustling diving corps not far away was very different from the desire of the armament team to keep it secret, so in order to save this giant ape from being exposed too early, the three of them became lobbyists on the first day of rehearsal.

But for the teenagers who grew up in the river, getting out of the water is as uncomfortable as having their homes demolished, and the river is the bow left by the god of winter, and it is the only magic weapon for them to overcome the heat. Unless the temperature drops sharply and you don't have to take a bath every day, no one will try to drive them away with a few words of persuasion.

persuaded to give in if they didn't move, and the three had to do a sneaky business with the help of the owner of the banana orchard. first put up a red curtain to cover people's eyes and ears, and then lined up doorguards to take brooms to drive away the eyes that wanted to peek, the most fierce is the jet lag tactic, Jingyang was actually called up at three o'clock in the morning one day to prepare to leave.

In addition, there is also the food and water, although the jasmine banana is expensive, but now the three of them will have stomach cramps when they see this town's specialty. In the hotel where they lived, bananas could not be avoided every morning, noon and evening, even if they did not eat the fruit after the meal, the main dish alone could make people roar, pulling jasmine bananas, banana bitter gourd, fried banana platter, vegetarian chicken and banana stuffed ...... One can't help but wonder if this year's harvest was too good or if there were too few sales.

Finally survived until the last day of the rehearsal day, after leaving the residence, Jingyang has been tinkering with wisdom in the car, he mustered up the courage to send an invitation to Albon, but he didn't wait for a reply when he was almost at his destination.

"The reporter from Jiandang Town's Jiaochuan Station speaks very quickly, so pay attention when you listen." Today's traffic jam is far longer than expected, and if you don't find someone to chat, Udangjizhigrad, who is in the same car, will be sick.

"Jiaochuandai? Is there only a reporter from the town TV? Jingyang suddenly felt less hot, the radiation radius of this performance is pitiful, not to mention the shell area, even Dad doesn't want to see half of it.

"The opening of the park is not a meeting of Zeus, so it would be nice to have this kind of attention." Udangjizhigrad shook his head with a smile, he didn't know what was going on, he seemed to think that the young man's utilitarianism was too heavy, so he simply opened the wisdom disk and changed to a calm chat partner, "Daughter slave!" How's it going over there? ”

But when the phone was connected, no one answered, and there was a noise in the receiverpiece, as if Kongolsky was being chased and beaten.

"Hey, hey?" Udangjizhigrad shouted a few more times, his voice rising like a series of equal differences.

"He's not here, the wisdom plate and clothes are all here." The person who pressed the answer button finally appeared, and it sounded like a young female voice that was more immature than a bamboo shoot after the rain.

"Clothes? What about him naked? Udangjizhigrad's face turned red with shame in an instant, and he put the wisdom plate on his stomach, and then he took his molars back to his ear and asked tentatively, "That's ...... So how old are you? Girl. ”

"13 years old."

Udangjizhigrad took a deep breath, and Jingyang felt that the oxygen in the cabin was at least half thinner.

"What about the others?"

"It's almost the other side, but my brother should be catching up with him right away."

"It's such a shame, why didn't you see that he was this kind of goodness earlier!" Udangjizhigrad scolded, and only after scolding did he remember to hang up the phone.

The two people in the car were embarrassed and didn't know how to discuss this sensitive topic, Jingyang simply turned his head to look out the window, feeling the power of the engine gradually supercharging from the elongated and deformed banana advertisements.

When they arrived non-stop, the scene was a happy atmosphere, Kangolsky bought fried gluten for a group of children, and watched these elves go far away, without any inappropriate scenes for children.

"What a filthy thing you've done!" Udangjizhgrad didn't care to stop the car, and as he slipped forward, he opened the window and began to shout.

"Dirty? You asked me to clear the venue early. The little ones couldn't leave, so I had to swim with the leader and finally win the venue back. ”

The puzzle of "......" imagination was shattered by three or two sentences of communication, and after Udangjizhigrad scratched his stomach and thighs, and rebuilt the clues in his mind, he just wanted to find an excuse to escape from the topic, "I...... I'm going to communicate with the principal, so you can hurry up and practice again. ”

Now counting Jingyang, there are three people left in front of the red curtain. The last boy was wearing a loose basketball jersey, he was not very tall, and every time he bent over like a mage's robe, he was supposed to be the child king who competed with Kongolsky in the water, as evidenced by the extra two sticks of gluten and the special sprinkling of sesame seeds.

"Ahem, ahem," the kid seemed to have a special request, clearing his throat before speaking, his eyes blinking like a camera in a row, and a sharp and angular stone in his hand, "does your promise count?" ”

"Of course."

Kongolsky rubbed his little head full of anticipation, then drove the truck into the red curtain and unloaded the pangwu in front of the boy.

"Hey! Didn't you say it was a good secret! Jingyang was in a hurry, and subconsciously reached out to cover the child's eyes, and the other party naturally dodged a step, and it took half a second to make his action in vain.

"He won't tell the truth, besides, the most critical thing is not exposed." Koongolsky put his hands on his ribs and made a monkey tickle motion.

After saying that, he patted the child on the back, and the two had obviously made some kind of verbal agreement before, and the boy held the stone with a clear purpose, and walked to Pang Wu's lap and began to carve words on it.

Although the impulse that Jing Yang wanted to stop in his heart was beating like the lid of a steam cooker, he knew that there was a person who spoiled the child and had no bottom line who acquiesced in this outrageous behavior, so he had to be patient to see what kind of fame the child would carve.

A few small coats of paint were scraped to the ground, and the boy carved two names and circled them with peach hearts before withdrawing his hand, and Koongolsky walked up and blew lightly a few times, brushing away the remaining residue with his fingertips.

"It's clearer that way, and they'll know what you want."

But the boy sniffled, said nothing, only thanked him with a hug, then threw away the stone and turned and walked out of the red curtain.

"This little drifter lives in a welfare home, and his family is the only one who survives after the tsunami in West Julenburg." Kangolsky knew that Jingyang must be confused, so he took the initiative to explain without waiting for him to ask, "He said that his parents like jasmine bananas very much, and they will definitely watch the opening ceremony, and Pang Wu is the tallest, and he can see it in the sky after carving." ”

"But Udangjizhigrad said that he had to touch up the paint before he appeared on the stage." Jingyang is not a cold-blooded monster after all, and at this moment he is not against it but feels a little regretful.

"I'll persuade him about this, please, you've been in the orangutan skin for most of your time, and besides, the two names won't affect the glamour when you appear." There was a kind of elder affection in Koongolsky's eyes, and he lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked in the direction of the boy's departure with great accommodation, but suddenly he shouted happily, "It seems that they have arrived!" ”

From that direction, a wild off-road vehicle drove in, the body was covered in graffiti, and you could guess at a glance that the people inside were definitely not very old. After the car stopped, three women and one man stepped down, and the girl sitting in the back seat was about ten years old, like a well-cultivated wild cat, and threw herself into Koongolsky's arms in three steps, followed by a warm veneer salute.

"You forgot this," the girl thoughtfully handed over the medicine bottle, but as soon as the enthusiasm was over, she changed her face to dissatisfaction, "but why did you tell me on the way?" ”

"At first, it was really me, Nakaya, but the temperature inside is really hard to describe," Koongolsky half-squatted and pointed to Jingyang who was standing aside, "and he acted more like me." ”

"But let me tell you you're the chief driver!" The girl looked back at the four people who were picking up their luggage, and she was about to faint with grievances, "And I brought everyone here!" ”

"This ......"

"They say your popularity at Winter Running Week was just a coincidence," she said, looking back worriedly, her whole body becoming very frustrated, "If you only do logistics today, I'm going to be laughed at until the day of the coming-of-age ceremony!" ”

"Otherwise, how about Dad go to the Pang House now and let them open their eyes?" Kangolsky is as gentle as a lamb that has lost its resistance genes, and it is like two people when he first met Jingyang.

"I want to be formal, to be heroic!"

"Nakaya, this ......" He stood up with his hands on his hips, hesitated for a long time, and still walked over to Jingyang very embarrassed, maybe what he wanted to say was too sarcastic, and he wiped his lips with his thumb before speaking, "Jingyang, I hope you will encounter less of this sweet trouble after becoming a father, so ...... Can you replace me? ”

Jingyang looked at the pair of eyes opposite, there was still the figure of his daughter in them, there was no reasonable fruit there, only a deep well constantly rippling with family affection.

"Okay, then I'll tell Udangjizhigrad that my feet are cramping, but when I go to the shell area to publicize, you must give me the opportunity to show up." The media power that came this time is too small to become a wave of love for Jingyang, so it is better to exchange the opportunity for chips and save it for consumption at the critical moment.

"Shell District? …… Whatever you want. ”

Koongolsky was a little distracted by the question, but walking back to his daughter was the only thing he cared about right now.

"Satisfied, go! Let my uncle take you to check in! ”

Although it was more like an exchange for what each needed to get what she needed, Nakaya was excited as if she had reaped the warmth of the end of winter. It was not her father's neck that she was wrapping around, but the buriest sacred tree in her dreams, a world where there were only skirts and dancing shoes, and endless unrestrainedness, and she threw her wish into the air, and in an instant a moon in a dress appeared.