Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Xiao Li was not happy to listen to the monk's chanting, so he got up and left.

The teenagers were still playing football enthusiastically on the playground, and there were loud cheers.

The air is filled with the breath of youth.

This is also the reason why Xiao Li often comes to watch football, it can relax his nerves.

Anyway, no matter whether he goes back early or late, there is no one waiting for him in the huge villa.

The old man is very busy with work and rarely has time to go home for dinner. It is already late at night when he returns home from work.

"Official, young official, don't leave. It's been agreed upon, and that's it! Long-distance running and high jump!" Sunshine Boy chased after him with a loud voice.

The person walking in front didn't even bother to answer.

It doesn't make any difference whether he agrees or not. Ningzi's football club took advantage of the sports committee member to sign his name.

This has been the case since junior high school, and he has never signed up for any sports meeting voluntarily.

Walking out of the outside of the stadium, at the entrance of the cafeteria, a boy and a girl met unexpectedly.

"Xiao Li!" The bright girl with a high ponytail, her gentle peach blossom eyes lit up, and she was about to jump up to the young man.

Xiao Li turned slightly on his heels, avoided it, and left without squinting.

Behind him, the girl muttered in frustration, "We can't ask for WeChat anymore."

Xiao Li, "..."

He endured it and did not look back to see if the girl looked droopy at the moment.

What kind of freak is this?

Why is he like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?

Every time I see him I want to jump in front of him.

The look in his eyes was as if there were light bulbs in his eyes, they were so bright.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of countless people.

So there was a new topic on the campus website’s posts.

Behind each mobile phone screen are countless happy people watching and eating.

Qian Nanyou and Tang Tang are two of them.

"Some people say that you are rushing to give back. There is an old man who is not satisfied and wants to get close to the prince, the golden pastry. He is not greedy enough, hahaha!" Qian Nanyou stuffed food in his mouth and kept thumbing on the screen of his mobile phone.

Swiping up and down, I had a lot of fun, "Hey, the screenshots of our roommate group have been posted. It's the screenshot of you saying, 'Ah, ah, Xiao Li is so good.' Hahaha, Ning Ning, you

The society is dead!"

"You don't need to think about it to know who let it out." Tang Tang snorted.

The group of roommates all belong to the same dormitory immediately. Apart from the three of them, there is one person who doesn't make friends all year round.

He didn't say anything, but he took peeping screenshots.

Tang Tang was a little surprised. She was careless and should have kicked him out long ago.

Who knew that Ning Ning would suddenly say something that could be used as an excuse.

She opened the roommate group and directly kicked someone who never bubbled up out of the group chat. She said neatly, "There are people in the back who are guessing whether Ning Ning can get Xiao Li's WeChat account. The betting market has been opened. Come on, it's all over."

Come and place your bets!”

Qian Nanyou, "Bet one hundred! Condensation is successful!"

Tang Tang, "Two hundred! Condensation successful!"

Qiqi couldn't laugh or cry.

I don’t know if the two roommates were affected by her attitude. Now when I look at those posts on the Internet, I no longer get angry easily. Instead, they take it as a joke and enjoy it.

My mood is getting better and better.

She took out her mobile phone and found the betting post. Looking at the winning rate of 10 to 1, Hao Heng paid herself 500 yuan, "When I win the money, I'll treat you to the canteen for a feast!"

"...Thank you, Ning Ke is so generous!"

…

Guicheng, Taoxi Village.

Uncle Gui was standing at the entrance of the village, looking around at the surrounding scenery. Every plant and tree seemed familiar yet unfamiliar.

Every time he took a step toward the village, his heart would beat loudly.

On both sides of the road at the entrance of Taoxi Village are large golden rice fields.

Under the stone arch bridge is a river meandering into the distance.

There is a trapezoidal field near the river. The soil has been renovated and there are signs of fertilizers.

That was Zhang's grandmother's sweet potato field.

He had worked in that sweet potato field countless times, and the fragrance of the soil in the field was so familiar that it made him want to cry.

"Where are you from, are you looking for someone or visiting relatives?" A warm and friendly inquiry came from not far away.

Uncle Gui suddenly turned around and looked at the speaker.

The man has a dark complexion, carries farm tools on his shoulders, and has gray hair on his temples. He is about the same age as him.

The familiar eyebrows made Uncle Gui's eyes suddenly heat up, "Jianhe!"

The man was stunned for a moment and stared at Uncle Gui's face carefully. After a moment, the farm tool on his shoulder fell to the ground with a clang, almost hitting his foot, "Gui, Gui, Gui!!"

The small mountain village that had been peaceful for a long time was boiling.

One by one, the villagers gathered in the small fenced courtyard, talking and laughing loudly. Everyone's face was filled with surprise and joy.

"Agui, why didn't you say goodbye to the villagers when you left? Everyone wanted to see you off, but they never thought that when they got up the next day, you would have already left!" The elderly village chief also hurried away.

coming.

His snow-white hair is sparse and he is much older. His walking is no longer as strong as before and he needs a cane. Every step he takes is shaky.

Uncle Gui's nose is sore.

For him, it only took a few days to leave Taoxi Village.

It seems that the old man who was walking fast yesterday seems to be a different person when we meet again today.

"Where is Qiqi? How is Qiqi? How is Xiao Fu's illness? And Yue Liang, his Aunt Zhang?"

Uncle Gui nodded, his voice choked with sobs, "Okay, they are all fine. Mr. Fu is in good health and has returned from abroad. However, due to some follow-up examinations, it would be much more convenient to stay in the capital, so he cannot come back for the time being. Qiqi is also here for the time being.

They are going to school in the capital, and they all miss you all, so I won’t let me come back first to tell everyone that they are safe, and when Qiqi is on holiday, we will go back to Taoxi Village together."

"Hey! We have always been thinking about Xiao Fu's illness. It will be fine when he is cured. We will be relieved when he is cured!"

"You guys have been gone for so long and you haven't come back with any serious news. The atmosphere in the village has been very dark in the past two years, and everyone is worried!"

The villagers gathered in the small fenced courtyard, stretched out their little horses and sat directly in the courtyard, bathing in the warm autumn sun, talking about their cares and misses in the past two years.

Uncle Gui's heart skipped a beat. This question was something he hadn't had time to ask before he came back, and he couldn't ask it directly, otherwise it would be a flaw.

He nodded with a smile and sighed, "Yes, after being away for such a long time and being so busy outside, and then coming back to see the changes in the village, it feels like I have been away for ten or twenty years."

"What ten or twenty years?" The old village chief was angry and funny, "If you really have to leave for so long, will you still see me when you come back? I will have been buried by then!"

Goudannai on the side said angrily, "I went out the autumn of last year, and it's been two years now!"

Uncle Gui paused and patted his head, "I'm getting older, and my memory is really bad. I have to look at the calendar later!"

"It's hanging in the main room. Since you guys left, Xiao Xi has been tearing up the calendar at home every day to count the days, mumbling about twenty years and fifty years."

"Xiao Xi..." Uncle Gui suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and asked, "Is he still in the food factory?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of a motorcycle approached quickly and stopped abruptly at the entrance of the small courtyard.

The man cried sadly, his tone rising and falling, "Uncle, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Uncle Gui, "..."