Wei Shitou was still riding on the village chief's back and did not dare to get off.
The young man who had just sprinkled the water screamed and ran back, "Oh no, Uncle Shitou has grown legs. Uncle Shitou can walk."
It was obviously a shocking good thing, but this person yelled at the top of his lungs, making him feel miserable that Japanese pirates had entered the village.
Wei Shitou took a breath of cold air, "Why is this kid Tie Zhu becoming more unstable as he gets older?"
Village Chief: "Get off me first"
His village chief's aura was completely suppressed by the stone.
Fortunately, at this time, Wu Qiaofeng had already brought her water boots over and put them on Wei Shitou.
Wei Shitou then carefully climbed down from the village chief.
After stepping on the ground, Wei Shitou smiled at the village chief, "Let's go inside and sit for a while. We haven't had a good chat for a long time."
Looking at Wei Shitou's legs, the village chief nodded subconsciously. They had indeed not sat together for many years.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw movement around me.
I saw that the door of my house was already surrounded by people. I hadn't seen so many people in uniform for a long time.
Wei Shitou subconsciously held his breath. This was
Before he could think more, an imposing man headed by the general quickly walked up to Wei Shitou and saluted him, "Comrade Wei Shitou."
Wei Shitou subconsciously raised his right hand to return a salute, but heard the other party continue to say, "Can we take a step to talk."
Wei Shitou: "What does this person want to say to him by putting on such a big show!"
If the village chief, who is also blocked in the room, says that I don't know him, can he be let out?
Until class, Wang Yilin was still thinking about the little ball her mother gave her grandma.
Because I was so absorbed in thinking, I even ignored the envious eyes of the classmates around me.
If it were in the past, Wang Yilin would definitely show off to his classmates about the motorcycle fight there.
But now, her mind is on those two little balls.
It's not that she thinks her mother will harm her grandparents, it's just that her mother is too unreliable.
She asked early in the morning
, what is that little ball for?
But her mother thought about it for a long time, but in the end she could only hold back the three words "I don't know."
I heard from my mother that this thing suddenly appeared in her hand while sleeping. My mother felt that it must be related to her father's leg, so she gave it to him.
This made Wang Yilin even more confused as to what it was.
Because he was too worried, Wang Yilin skipped class for the first time in his life and began to look forward to the end of school.
She wanted to go back and take a look, otherwise her eyelids would always be twitching.
Wei Lianhua sat on the sidecar and started to show Wang Yong the way.
Unexpectedly, the two of them went around and around until their motorcycle ran out of gas, but failed to find their destination.
After the spare oil on the motorcycle ran out, Wang Yong began to think about finding a nearby police station for help.
Seeing that it was already noon, Wei Lianhua helplessly lifted the car and people together.
She discovered that this man named Wang Yong was a road idiot.
When asked to go left, he went right; when asked to go right, he went left.
It's like he's preparing to go against her.
But no matter what, this man finally gave her a motorcycle.
Therefore, Wei Lianhua did not intend to leave the person in the wild.
Instead, he directly carried Wang Yonghe's motorcycle and ran towards Albert.
There was not enough time in the first place, but this person actually wanted to cause trouble for her. It was really annoying.
Wang Yong struggled and jumped into the carriage, feeling the wind blowing on his cheeks and feeling panicky in his heart.
How could this woman run so fast?
No, why does she have so much strength?
Wang Yong grabbed the side of the motorcycle and began to think wildly. Little did he know that the motorcycle under him had changed its name.
Albert was also very anxious at this time. It was already noon, but the person who claimed to be his student hadn't come out yet.
At the same time, there was a voice in his mind that kept reminding him not to wait, that person will not come, and you have been deceived.
Albert looked down at the dusty ring on his hand. He wanted to change his perception of this country. The people in this country were really, really bad.
The words "too bad" lingered in his mind, and Albert's eyes were filled with haze.
Seeing the sun in the sky, the cold wind blew through Albert's heart, making it colder than his body.
He stood up slowly and told the bodyguard behind him, "Let's go!"
The bodyguard immediately nodded yes.
But before he could turn around and leave, a small black dot suddenly appeared in the distance.
The little black dot moved very fast, and soon it jumped in front of him.
The same rough face, the same rough voice: "Old man, I'm here."
After saying that, Wei Lianhua threw aside the motorcycle she was holding and pulled out the portrait of Old Dingtou from her arms, "Look at my painting."
Albert swallowed quietly, and from time to time his eyes glanced at the motorcycle on the ground and Wang Yong on the car.
Suddenly thinking of what Wei Lianhua said to him yesterday, he subconsciously took two deep breaths, and Albert pursed his lips tightly.
Since you have such ability, it would be great to participate in the Olympics. Why should you insist on what you are not good at?
While thinking about it, he unfolded the scroll and happened to meet the blank eyes of Old Dingtou.
Albert suddenly saw the painting closed and looked at Wei Lianhua with a ferocious expression.
Life is so long.
To participate in the Olympics, to kill people and set fires, to destroy the world, there is nothing better than painting.
Why must we insist on destroying the elegant career of painting?
His teacher once took him to the prison, where,
He saw the graffiti of a murderer.
At that time, the teacher pointed to the painting and told him that it was a true portrayal of a person's dark heart.
From then on, that simple drawing haunted him like a demon.
Every time he drew, he would subconsciously avoid those lines.
That memory lingers like a demon in my heart.
But compared to this painting, the murderer has simply become a sunny boy.
Albert grabbed the painting in his hand and looked at Wei Lianhua's head again.
He is debating whether to sacrifice his life to defend his dream.
If you hit this woman on the head, what is the probability of her surviving?
Albert's expression became more and more solemn, but he heard an exclamation from next to him, "Why do you have this ring?"
After surviving the suffocating dizziness, Wang Yong struggled to crawl out of the car.
After shaking it for a few times, Wang Yong looked at Albert's hand in surprise.
Why is this ring on the hand of a crooked nut? It seems that their investigation of Wei Lianhua is not complete enough.
After listening to Wang Yong's words, Albert subconsciously shrank his hands into his sleeves so that no one could see that he was carrying this thing.
This is simply too shameful.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yong's eyes seemed to be glued to his hands. Wherever Albert moved, Wang Yong's eyes followed him.
Albert felt a sense of embarrassment and subconsciously hid his hands behind his back.
Sensing the strangeness of the atmosphere, a picture suddenly appeared in Wei Lianhua's mind.
So, she subconsciously imitated it.
She grabbed Albert by the collar and threw him in front of Wang Yong, "This is my master."
Then he grabbed Wang Yong by the collar and said, "It doesn't matter who this person is."
After saying that, he nodded indifferently, "Now, you can hug!"