Xie Chong didn't sleep well all night because his father didn't come back. He made money and was in a good mood. His father and his other two uncles drank wine. Those two uncles were very timid and had to go on the road after drinking, but his father stopped him.

They, let them sleep and set off.

Xie Chong couldn't wait for his father, so he called his father with Xie Ying's cell phone. It was already half past ten, and his father smiled and asked him for credit: "They wanted to drive drunk, but I stopped him, your father

Isn't it great?"

"Tsk!" Xie Chong was happy, but said disgusted: "If you don't even understand this truth, then you will be so old in vain. I'll wait for you at home, and you will come back after you wake up.

"

"Okay! You don't say anything in advance when you come back. If I know you are back, I won't make any money on this trip. I'll be waiting for you at home."

"Dad, I'll repeat it again. Don't worry. I'll wait at home. You must wait until you wake up before coming back. Do you know?"

"Know!"

On Children's Day, Xie Qingyun was the first person to get up in the family. She went to school just as the sky was dawn. The June 1st art performance was a major event in the school, so she had to watch it early and do the preparations well. Xie Jing was the last one

When he got up, he had the heaviest task today, but he slept the most at ease. In Xie Chong's words, Xie Jing has good psychological qualities.

It was almost seven o'clock, and Xie Chong was about to go to school, and Xie Qingshou had just entered the house. Wang Jiying scolded him, but when she turned around, she pretended to laugh and said to her son: "You

Dad is also very hard, making money is not easy.”

"I know."

When Dad came back, the stone in Xie Chong's heart finally fell to the ground. He lifted his father's clothes without even saying hello, and the wound was wrapped in gauze, which means that it had not completely healed. Xie Chong felt distressed: "

Dad, can’t you stay at home if you don’t have any good luck?”

"I'm the life of working, and I feel uncomfortable all over when I'm idle."

Xie Qingshou pulled his son into the corner, took out something from his pocket and stuffed it into his son's hand, and said, "Dad bought it for you, do you think you like it or not."

It was a cell phone.

The dark body, mottled display screen, and bulky buttons are obviously a second-hand mobile phone.

But that was Xie Chong's first mobile phone in his life.

Xie Chong jumped three feet high: "Dad, thank you! I like it so much!"

Except for the team he likes to win, Xie Chong rarely has such a lively moment. His emotions infected his father, and Xie Qingshou also smiled kindly: "Second-hand ones, bought from friends, just like you.

"

Wang Jiying said with a gloomy face, "How much did you spend?"

"Not much, not much..." Xie Qingshou said: "It's rare to buy a gift for his son... We didn't give a decent gift on his 18th birthday."

Xie Chong said: "But there is nothing worth celebrating recently. I, a pilot, probably won't be able to be..."

Xie Qingshou interrupted his son: "I have to celebrate something so that I can give you a gift? Don't think about the pilot's affairs. With a cell phone, you will be in a good mood."

"...Dad, thank you."

Wang Jiying was still frowning: "You are not considered spending money randomly, but you are using money everywhere at home..."

"I know!" Xie Qing calmed down his temper and comforted his wife: "So am I working hard to make money? In the past, your son's food, clothing and expenses were the best among his classmates. Now, I have to call us.

Borrowing a friend's cell phone. I'm eighteen years old, when I have the strongest self-esteem. Many of his classmates have mobile phones, but he doesn't..."

"Okay, no need to say anything more." Wang Jiying's expression was still serious: "Then how much money did you save without hiding it from me?"

"One thousand two." Xie Qingshou said innocently without any intention: "I bought my son a mobile phone, and I don't have a penny left."

"One thousand two?!"

Xie Qingshou hurriedly explained: "Although it is second-hand, I have to buy a good one! Otherwise, your son can't raise his head in front of his classmates..."

Wang Jiying still felt sorry for money. She had nowhere to vent, so she wanted to beat her husband. Xie Qing hid with a smile, then took out a box from her pocket and said, "I haven't forgotten you either."

It was a golden ring.

"Wife, today is our wedding anniversary."

...

Wang Jiying didn't even remember it.

Xie Qing took his wife to put a ring on and said, "This ring is not worth much, but it is my intention. Don't pull it. If you let your parents see it, you'd be embarrassed."

So, the people who had seen it turned around and pretended not to see it.

Touching his wife's rough hands, Xie Qingzhe sighed a little: "We have been together for twenty years."

Xie Chong seemed to have discovered the New World and said, "Twenty years old? Dad, were you less than twenty years old at that time?"

"Well..." Wang Jiying said embarrassedly: "Your father and I met a long time ago. But he is not old enough. We held a wedding first and we only received the marriage certificate after giving birth to you."

Xie Chong smiled and said, "Mom, you are really bold. If you don't have a marriage certificate, you dare to follow my dad around the world."

"Your dad... is quite reliable." Wang Jiying's face turned redder: "Although he is frizzy, he has always been a man. He was very responsible when he was as old as you."

Xie Qing smoked cigarettes and looked at his wife and children with a smile. As long as his family is happy, he will be happy. Wang Jiying went to cook with a red face. She did not prepare a gift for her husband, but prepared a delicious meal for him.

Breakfast is still fine.

Xie Chong fiddled with his cell phone, and couldn't wait to send a text message to Hua Tianlong and told him his phone number. He was not skilled in using it, so he sent a text message for a long time. His younger brother was walking around him.

, He didn't pay attention.

Xie Jing was very envious: "When will I have a cell phone?"

"I'll buy it for you after making money."

Xie Chong put his phone in place, and then he realized that his younger brother was dressed up. He was wearing a red training suit with a red hairband on his head. His cheeks were snow-white, his lips were covered with lipstick, and his grandmother even put him on.

The eyebrows were red.

Xie Chong looked at it for a while and said, "Are you a gourd baby?"

The whole family laughed.

Xie Chong frowned and said, "You can't let your sister help you to melt it? This is the aesthetic from how many years ago?"

Feng Yuzhen said dissatisfiedly: "I think it's pretty good! I have also made Xie Ying a lot of times. How beautiful are her photos on the stage?"

Xie Chong silently slaps two bites of food, thinking, if his sister becomes a big singer in the future, those stage photos will probably become the dark history of her appearance.

Xie Chong couldn't continue to procrastinate anymore, so he added fuel to his brother and said goodbye to his family, so he had to go back to school.81zw.??m

Feng Yuzhen urged: "Xiaoying, it's time for us to leave. We agreed to go to the hospital at 7 o'clock. I'm afraid your third brother has been waiting for a while. I've filled two buns and two eggs, let's eat it on the way!

"

"good!"

Xie Chong took the initiative to wait for grandma and sister. He carefully took his sister into the car and then waited for the bus. While stretching his neck to wait for the bus, he prayed silently - I hope the road will not be too congested. The private car I was riding with my sister gradually disappeared from sight. Suddenly, a loud bang came, and flying dust was flying in the sky.

Xie Chong never dreamed that on Children's Day in 2001, the Fuchuan Bridge collapsed.

"Brother Chen!"

"Um!"

When Chen Changqing was walking on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone has no extra expression on the face, as if it is indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing is accustomed to it.

Because this is the Zhen Magic Division, it is a institution that maintains the stability of Daqin. The main responsibility is to kill the monster and monsters. Of course, there are some other sidelines.

It can be said.

In the Zhen Magic Division, everyone has a lot of blood in their hands.

When a person is used to life and death, then a lot of things will become indifferent.

When I first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but it was used to it over time.

The Zhen Moji is very large.

Those who can stay in the Zhen Magic Division are all masters of strength, or people who have become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Zhen Magic Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian, and the other is to remove the magic envoy.

Anyone entering the Zhen Magic Division starts with the lowest level of magic removal,

Then step by step, it is expected to become a guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor is a trainee in the Zhen Magic Division to remove the magic envoy, and it is also the lowest level in the magic envoy.

Have the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Zhen Magic Division.

Without too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a loft.

Unlike other places full of killing, the attic here seems to be a crowd chicken group. In the bloody town magic division, it presents different tranquility.

At this time, the gate of the attic was open, and occasionally someone came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated, so he stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of incense clamps with a weak bloody taste, letting him frowned, but he quickly stretched.
Chapter completed!