Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

In order not to be discovered by the old couple, Fang Zhimo sneaked away before dawn, and before leaving, he specially told Uncle Duan not to let the two elders know.

Uncle Duan has always been obedient to this little magic star, so naturally he will do whatever he says.

After driving him down the mountain in a jeep and paying the taxi fare, Duan Rui returned to the small building and was ready to hand over his shift.

"Has the little magic star come?"

As soon as Duan Rui returned to his post, he ran into his comrades who had come over early to take over.

"Well, he was bullied and asked me to vent his anger for him."

"What? Who is so blind that he dares to touch the old chief's darling?!"

The comrade-in-arms is not something to mess with, as soon as his temper comes up, he can't control his voice.

"Hey, can you keep your voice down? The old chief is still sick, do you want to make him worry?"

The comrade-in-arms was stunned for a moment, and immediately shut up: "I was angry for a while. What's going on? Hurry up and tell me."

Duan Rui saw that he couldn't hide it, and said in a low voice: "What's the matter? There are no tigers in the mountains, so monkeys are kings. If you do this, call the brothers at night, and let's go for a walk around the children's school. Hey, how much do we know about this?" Just do it quietly, don’t let the old chief know.”

……

Just when Fang Zhimo had finished arranging everything and everything was ready, Cheng Du actually came back early and asked him if he wanted to go with him after school.

"Will you go to my house to do your homework today?" Cheng Du asked while packing his things.

"Ah?" Fang Zhimo paused when he was packing his things. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to give up tonight's big meal.

Revenge is important, revenge is important.

Fang Zhimo randomly picked up a few books from the table and stuffed them into a new schoolbag, stood up and said, "I can't do it today, I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first."

Before Cheng Du could answer, Fang Zhimo had already run away.

Seeing how fast he was running, Cheng Du guessed that there might be something urgent at home, so he didn't ask too many questions, and sorted out the remaining books and homework on the table.

When he saw a diary with a black cover that obviously didn't belong to him, when he looked back, the figure was gone.

Yes, send it to someone.

The conscientious and responsible study committee member Cheng Du, carrying a schoolbag and holding Fang Zhimo's diary, knocked on the door of Fang Zhimo's house.

The door opened, and a tall man stood inside, looking very dignified, without a smile.

"Little classmate, who are you looking for?"

Fang Qiming opened his mouth, using his usual arrogant attitude, even in front of children, this attitude will not loosen in the slightest.

This was the second time Cheng Du saw Fang Zhimo's father. The last time he saw Fang Zhimo's father from a distance in a Go match, he left without a chance to say hello.

Cheng Du pushed his glasses, raised his head and said, "Hi Uncle, I'm looking for Fang Zhimo."

Fang Qiming let out a sigh, and gave way to the inside, still without a smile: "Fang Zhimo hasn't come back yet, do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

"Didn't come back?"

Cheng Du was a little surprised. Fang Zhimo had been away for a while, but he still hadn't arrived home yet.

Fang Qiming hummed, but didn't answer any more.

The two staid faces, one big and one small, stared at each other for a while, and Cheng Du decisively decided to say goodbye: "No need uncle, I'm just here to give this, I'm his deskmate."

Cheng Du handed the diary to Fang Qiming. The other party glanced at the name on the diary, nodded to him, thanked him, and didn't say anything else, and didn't ask anyone to come in for a drink or something to eat. Things, just shut the door like that.

Fortunately, Cheng Du was also unsophisticated, so he didn't feel any abruptness, so he put the strap of his schoolbag on his shoulders and turned and went downstairs.

It's just that the more I think about it, the more something is wrong. The person who clearly said that something is going on at home is not home yet.

Looking at the darkening sky, Cheng Du was a little worried when he thought of the shivering child who was scared by the not-so-scary thriller and hid behind the curtain.

That guy doesn't seem to be in good health, so nothing will happen to him...

Fang Zhimo, who had no idea that he had become the spokesperson of the word "Weak Liu Fufeng" in the eyes of others, was walking slowly on the gravel path at this moment.

His acting skills are still online today, and he is feeling faintly excited for the big drama of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger that will be staged in a while.

When he walked slowly to the vicinity of the prefabricated board, he saw the gangster leader squatting on it waiting for him.

Although the hairstyle is cooler than yesterday, the movements are still like squatting to defecate.

Fang Zhimo stepped forward, still with that resigned expression on his face: "Big brothers, I brought money... Where is my schoolbag?"

The gangster laughed out loud at his cowardice, and raised his chin at the pony boy next to him, who then took out his schoolbag from behind, and twirled the shoulder strap around his hand a few times triumphantly.

At the same time, the gangster propped himself up with his hand, and flew down from the prefabricated board one person high again, which attracted everyone to clap and applaud.

Amidst the applause, the gangster came over with a cigarette in his mouth, exhaled and said, "Boy, your schoolbag is here and it can't fly. Where's the money? First take it out and show it to Brother."

Fang Zhimo was choked by the smoke he spit out, coughed twice, stepped back a few steps, and said something with a wrinkled face, the voice was so small that it was hard to hear.

The gangster dug his ear with his little finger, flicked it, and approached Fang Zhimo and said, "What? Louder!"

He got really close, not only put his hands on Fang Zhimo's shoulders, but even the cigarette butts almost went into Fang Zhimo's eyes, Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue and decided not to play with him anymore.

Uncharacteristically, he stood up straight, unhurriedly pushed away the hand that was put on his shoulder by the gangster leader, raised his head, looked at the person and said with a giggle, "Brother, I'm afraid you will take my money with your life. Dead flowers."

"what?"

The gangster thought he heard it wrong, how dare this cowardly boy say such a thing?Rebellion is this?

Seeing Fang Zhimo's slightly sarcastic smile, his astonishment gradually turned into anger.He lifted Fang Zhimo's collar and said in a low voice, "Brat, what do you mean? Do you want to go back on your word?"

Fang Zhimo still had that grinning expression, pointing to his hand: "Brother, let me go first, otherwise..."

"How about otherwise?"

The gangster asked fiercely, the hand holding Fang Zhimo's collar almost lifted him up.

How dare this brat play tricks on himself?

This time the gangster was completely annoyed, he decided to beat this kid up hard, until he cried for his father and mother, to see if that little face dared to smear him.

Thinking of this, he let go of Fang Zhimo's collar, clapped his hands around, and said loudly: "It seems that this bastard is not in good order, brothers, beat him until he is subdued!"

What answered him was an eerie silence.

The gangster raised his head inexplicably, and looked at his horse boys.

The boys were all dumbfounded, and stood shivering aside, looking at him cowardly.

"What's going on?" The gangster was annoyed, and cursed, "You little bastard scared you like this? What's the matter?"

The boys pointed at his back and reminded him in a low voice in embarrassment: "Boss, behind you!"

"Back? What's going on behind?"

The gangster let go of Fang Zhimo angrily, and turned his head to look, his arrogant expression seemed to be frozen on his face by some magic suddenly.

I don't know when, Uncle Duan has already led people to stand on the pile of prefabricated slabs.

A group of muscular uncles were looking down at the group of punks with their hands on their chests.

"You... who are you?"

Seeing that the gangster finally found himself, Uncle Duan let out a contemptuous snort from his nose, and hooked his fingers at the gangster, to see that it meant telling him to go over.

The gangster looked around and pointed to his nose: "Me?"

Uncle Duan snorted coldly, flipped his fingers over, and pointed in his direction: "It's you, come out!"

The sound was thunderous, reminiscent of the kind of vigorous drinking sound on the army training ground, and it shocked everyone present at once.

Don't look at these little bastards showing off their power on weekdays, but they can only show off their prestige in front of elementary school students like Fang Zhimo who are unable to fight back. In front of them, there is simply not enough to look at.

The gangster's arrogance just now was all gone. Looking at Uncle Duan and the long-armed and long-legged uncles behind him, he swallowed timidly, braced himself, and walked over cautiously.

Uncle Duan's face was condensed with the unique sternness of people who have been in the battlefield. He looked at the monkey-like gangster leader who was walking slowly, raised an eyebrow, and said with a fake smile: "Boy, Who did you call a bastard just now?"

Hearing this questioning, the gangster's aura had already lost half of his momentum before he even opened his mouth.

But after all, he is used to domineering in front of his brothers, once he is subdued, it may be difficult to convince them in the future.

The thin monkey glanced at the brothers who were as quiet as chickens behind him, and said with little confidence: "Who are you, you have nothing to do here."

Uncle Duan didn't expect this kid to have some guts, he laughed loudly and said: "Hey, brothers, did you hear that, he said it's nothing to do with us."

The uncles all laughed, and one of them said: "Hey, you guys, do you know what school this is? Do you know why there are no bastards near this school? Also, do you know... who is this?"

Speaking of the last sentence, the uncle pointed to Fang Zhimo standing behind him.

The gangster turned his head to look at the child who was still smiling, and felt a little guilty in his heart, but he still said firmly: "I don't care who he is? Even if the king of heaven is here, I am not afraid of."

Uncle Duan was overjoyed, and raised his chin to Fang Zhimo, who looked like he was watching a play: "Hey, Fang Xiaomo, he said he's not afraid of you."

Fang Zhimo blinked, walked to the prefabricated slab with a smile, took Uncle Duan's hand to climb up, and sat down along the edge calmly.

During this period, all the punks watched him climb up and down without blinking, sweating for their boss.

What kind of character is this kid?Why can these soldiers and ruffians be ordered?Who did they mess with this time?

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