My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang twitched the corners of his mouth, fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead, put one hand on his waist, and walked up:

"Your trick is wrong, you only hit four out of ten stones, tsk tsk."

Hearing the voice, everyone turned towards him with prestige, and the child climbing on the green plant became even more agitated after hearing this:

"Who are you! How dare you talk about me in my house!"

While speaking, he picked up a stone and threw it at Wen Changlang.

Wen Changlang smiled wickedly, turned his body over neatly and handsomely, and finally landed firmly, holding the thrown stone in his hand.

After standing still, Wen Changlang spread his palms with a smile that was not a smile, and looked at the stone lying quietly in his palm, and a stern light flashed across his lowered eyebrows.

His eyes shifted from the stone to the unruly child leaning on the green plant. His tone was calm, his eyes seemed to be hooked, and he grabbed that immature face and asked aloud:

"You are...Wen Qiubai?"

After hearing this, Wen Changlang clearly saw the flash of panic in those immature eyes that did not yet know how to hide their emotions smoothly.

Before he could speak, Wen Changlang suddenly laughed, and then said to himself:

"That's right, looking at it like this, it's probably okay."

At this point, Wen Changlang suddenly rushed forward, stepped on the green plant to borrow strength, and with a push up, he weighed the small body down, and leaned in front of him, with sharp eyes like torches, examining him, Word by word:

"Deep in the alley of Laopi Street, remember?"

"you……"

Because of the fright, the fair and immature face suddenly turned red, and then turned pale.

Afterwards, Wen Changlang put away all the harshness before, and instead pulled out a meaningful smile, stretched out his hand to pat his cheek, and said a word:

"Fate is determined by God, this is fate."

After finishing speaking, Wen Changlang let go of his hand and patted the non-existent dust on his hands, as if the sharp questioning gaze did not come from his eyes.

But the child who was free didn't care about panic, just passed him, turned around and ran into the living room, threw himself on Wen Hong, and cried:

"Dad! Someone bullied me, kill him soon! Dad!"

"What are you doing!"

Wen Hong pulled the villain out of his arms sullenly, and then frowned:

"Didn't you see that I have guests! And you shouted and shouted at a young age, who taught you!"

"Dad, he hit me, that lifeless thing! Look, he's coming!"

Facing Shangwen Changlang's eyes, he shrank into Wen Hong's arms in fear, but he still said powerful words on his mouth.

Wen Changlang shook his head with his tongue, and sat down in front of Wen Hong lazily, crossing his legs, very leisurely:

"Hey, some people may have such a good life that they forget their own identities. However, someone must remind them that they are not their own things, and they occupy them with confidence. Then I have to make some theories. of."

"What are you talking about again?"

Shang Yanzhou frowned and glanced at him, his tone slightly restrained.

Wen Changlang shrugged: "It's nothing, just talk casually, oh, by the way, have you finished talking, go home after talking, I forgot to tell you just now, grandpa asked you to go back."

Looking straight into his eyes, after a long silence, Shang Yanzhou turned his head and said to Wen Hong:

"Uncle Wen, my grandpa must have something to discuss with me, so I'll go back first, and my nephew will visit me next time."

"Yes, next time I will bring my children to visit us."

Wen Changlang added a sentence meaningfully. As soon as these words came out, the little face hiding in Wen Hong's arms turned paler in an instant.