Xie Chong came back, and his family wanted to improve his life. Early on Sunday morning, Feng Yuzhen took Xie Jing to the market.
Xie Jing likes to go out with his grandma the most. He can eat it from beginning to end, including grilled pineapple skewers and candied haws. Feng Yuzhen often complains: "I'm a good boy. Who can afford to support you with the way you eat?"
Complaints are complaints, but Feng Yuzhen still likes to hold Xie Jing's hand and walk from the south of the street to the north. Buying fresh ingredients, choosing fabrics in familiar shops, and buying delicious food for Xie Jing, that day will be leisurely and happy
of.
Xie Jing's favorite part was buying fish. The fish he had just caught was still alive. His grandma asked him to fish with a fishing net and buy whatever fish he caught.
Xie Jing attaches great importance to this fun and arduous task, and can catch the fattest fish every time. Xie Ying followed her several times. She said that the image of Xie Jing holding a fishing net to catch fish is like a melon field.
Runtu, a young man holding a steel fork.
Xie Jing returned home. His brothers and sisters were studying. He had nothing to do, so he ran to the street to play. Hua Aiguo stopped him. He had a stomachache and asked Xie Jing to help him look at the door of his house. He would be fine after a while.
Xie Jing was very familiar with this matter. He sat in the west wing and ate pig ears and ham sausages. He also ate most of the cherries in the plastic bag. After Hua Aiguo finished relieving himself and returned to the wing, he was dumbfounded.
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Darling, where did I find a gatekeeper? I obviously encountered a small robbery...jujia?y.??m
Xie Jing was afraid of being scolded, so he said confidently: "I help you look after your house and eat your food. Isn't that what I should do?"
"Haha, even if you don't help me look after my house and come to eat my food, it doesn't matter."
oh?!
Xie Jing gradually stopped. Uncle Hua is so kind.
"Thank you, you are the shrewdest, and you will definitely not suffer in the future." Hua Aiguo pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "When I was a child, I loved going to the orchards with my brother, and I would go there at noon.
There was no one around at that time, so we could eat whatever we wanted. We picked all the cherries from the tree and ate countless apricots. We ate happily, and then we remembered, what if
What should we do if we are scolded by adults? As a result, before the adults came to scold us, our stomachs started to hurt. It hurt so much that we wanted to roll on the floor, pooped and vomited... If the brigade secretary hadn't passed by, my brother and I would have
He will be dead."
Xie Jing was most afraid of "killing someone". He said blankly: "I just ate a lot of cherries..."
"After my brother and I were out of danger, we learned that our ancestors left a saying, 'Peaches nourish people, apricots harm people, and people are buried under cherry trees.'"
Xie Jing couldn't hold himself any longer, his facial features were wrinkled, and he was about to cry in the next second. Could it be that he was cold and wanted to be buried under the cherry tree?
Hua Aiguo smiled and said: "It's not that scary. Just don't eat so much in the future."
Xie Jing was frightened and suddenly felt that Uncle Hua was not well at all. Eating too many cherries can kill people. Is that true, or is it just made up to scare him?
By noon, Xie Jing felt a little relieved when he didn't have diarrhea or vomiting or fall to the ground. In the afternoon, he went to play football with his brother. Xie Chong disliked him: "I have led you to play football for so many years, but you
You haven’t made any progress at all, you can’t dribble the ball well, and your strength isn’t good either. Don’t tell me that I taught you when you go out.”
"Brother, I play with my classmates, and they are no match for me." Xie Jing said unconvinced: "You can't expect me to be an adult."
"He's not a big guy, but he's quite clever with his words! Let's go, I don't know who's on the court."
They had never assembled a complete football team. Every time Xie Chong played, it would be good to have eleven people on both sides, but this did not affect their enthusiasm for playing. When they arrived at the football field,
A group of primary school students were playing football. Xie Jing shamelessly moved to a position and quickly fell into the role.
My brother’s favorite position is forward, and Xie Jing also likes to play forward. Who doesn’t like the feeling of scoring goals?
Xie Chong is sitting on the sidelines, like Xie Jing's personal coach, instructing him on how to run and how to break through. He is upset that his brother missed the opportunity, but also cheers for his good performance. He is becoming more and more like a "big brother"
So stylish.
My brother was sitting on the sidelines, and Xie Jing was playing more vigorously. A kid stole Xie Jing's ball and kicked it hard out of bounds. This kick was so hard and powerful that if someone else was sitting on the sidelines,
, will definitely be hit by the ball.
But Xie Chong stopped the ball with his chest. After stopping the ball, he kicked it back neatly.
This series of actions was so cool that the primary school students on the field applauded.
Xie Chong hadn't noticed until someone behind him held his head in horror. After he kicked the ball back, the man put his hand down. The fear in his eyes gradually turned into admiration and then into admiration.
That person was Zhu Fangting. The football field was very close to her home, and she often rode her bicycle here. Growing up, she witnessed Xie Chong's transformation into a teenager. The childishness in him has completely become "youthful."
Boy, what a beautiful word!
Zhu Fangting stared at Xie Chong silently, not daring to approach or talk to him. She just sat in the stands and rested for a while, but happened to be blocked by Xie Chong. Xie Chong did not see her at all.
Don't even know she exists.
Zhu Fangting walked away silently. She reluctantly looked back, and that young and handsome face gave her a lot of room to dream.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.