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After returning home, it was an hour of crying and comforting.

When Zhang Ming disappeared for more than half a year, his parents tried every means, including calling the police, asking friends, going on TV, and even hired a fortune teller.

I tried all the useful and useless methods, but nothing worked. The son I had raised for more than ten years seemed to have disappeared from the world, leaving no trace.

Some relatives advised them to go through the death procedures. When a person "goes", he will always leave behind a legacy. However, Zhang Ming's parents disagreed. They firmly believed that their son was still alive and would come back one day.

Some people laughed at them, saying that they did not dare to face reality, and some relatives thought that they were mentally abnormal because of excessive grief. Zhang Ming's parents chose to ignore this view.

They live and work normally and mention less about Zhang Ming in daily life. They just leave a space for Zhang Ming in their hearts.

"Where have you been in the past six months? We all thought you were kidnapped." Zhang's mother asked, wiping away her tears.

Zhang's father pinched Zhang Ming's arm and said, "It doesn't look like it. His face is red. He looks much stronger and energetic."

Regarding the rhetoric that the host would explain to his family and friends after his return, some old hosts at Bizhan thoughtfully compiled a guide on how to speak, and Zhang Ming read it and recited it thoroughly before returning.

There are actually only a few of these sayings:

Either a miracle comes from heaven to save the world;

Either follow the immortals, maintain health and practice Taoism;

There is also a simpler way, which is to join the country's secret service and serve the country.

Anyway, no matter what the reason is, just make it clear that you can't go home all year round and can't send messages to the outside world. Let your family understand that if you can't contact me in the future, you are saving the world/cultivating/serving the country.

The reason compiled by Zhang Ming is a mixed version:

Because one day, he accidentally drank expired milk before going to bed. When he woke up, he had super powers. He was spotted by the country and joined the legendary Chinese Dragon Group.

Zhang Ming's parents didn't believe this nonsense at first, but when they saw the ridiculous lock, the big shining sword, and a black certificate with a steel seal, they had no choice but to believe it.

"So, you have sacrificed your life for the country now?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Uh... that's pretty much it." Zhang Ming said.

"Sacrificing one's life is called making a contribution to the country!"

Father Zhang corrected his wife's wording. He suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone, opened the reading software, and pointed to a novel with a cool cover on it.

"It is written in my novel that I have to go abroad to do various dangerous tasks. Is this true?"

When Zhang's father asked this question, his eyes widened. He was obviously a middle-aged man, but his eyes shone with curiosity, which made Zhang Ming feel guilty.

He really didn't know that his old father had the habit of reading online novels, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "No, it's all safe. It's a harmonious society. There are so many dangers. Besides, those who go out to fight are all field personnel, and I'm just doing logistics."

Yes, make a promotional video..."

"Art troupe." Father Zhang's eyes dimmed.

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Zhang Ming's forehead. This old man obviously looked down upon the work of the art troupe. Although it was safe, it was not as exciting and interesting as the front line and felt it was boring.

Zhang Ming finally understood that his death-seeking genes were all at his mercy.

Zhang's mother thought about it for a while, then came over and asked: "What about the welfare benefits of the dragon group? Are there five insurances and one housing fund? Are you allocated a house? By the way, you can't finish half of college, what will happen to your academic qualifications? What day will it happen?

If you are laid off, it will be difficult to find a job with a high school diploma..."

Regarding the old mother's machine gun-like questions, Zhang Ming answered them one by one according to his words, ensuring that they would not have any doubts.

"Don't worry, I'll have enough to eat, wear well, and take care of everything there. It's just that it's inconvenient to contact the outside world, and there are relatively few vacations. After all, I have to keep it secret-"

"What about the partner?" Zhang's mother interrupted Zhang Ming and asked the most critical question.

"This...is not distributed."

When she heard that she was not assigned a girlfriend, the look in Zhang's eyes dimmed, and she also felt boring.

After nearly an hour of lying, Zhang Ming finally deceived his parents. He breathed a sigh of relief and pointed in the direction of the living room.

"Who is that kid? Don't tell me, in half a year, you two gave me a little brother."

"He is really your brother." Zhang Ming's father said.

"Ah?" Zhang Ming was shocked.

"...Tang, your cousin, Xiaoqiang." Zhang Ming's mother spoke clearly.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Xiaoqiang."

Xiaoqiang, nickname: Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Ming didn't have the slightest good impression of this classmate Xiaoqiang.

When we first met, Xiaoqiang was still a squealing baby. Zhang Ming imitated his aunt's example and hugged Xiaoqiang. As a result, the kid looked at Zhang Ming with a smile and secretly peeed. When Zhang Ming reacted,

, my clothes and pants were all wet.

The second time we met, Xiaoqiang was one and a half years old. He crawled under Zhang Ming's bed and pooped. He grabbed the poop and crawled around on the floor with a smile, making it all over the house. Zhang Ming's parents happened to be working overtime that day.

Zhang Ming took a mop himself and wiped it clean piece by piece. Even after wiping it clean, the smell still lingered. He slept on the sofa for a whole week.

The third time we met, classmate Xiaoqiang was five years old and finally stopped urinating everywhere. This time Zhang Ming thought he could finally feel relieved. Unexpectedly, Xiaoqiang took advantage of Zhang Ming's time to go out and wrote Zhang Ming a letter that he had been writing for more than ten days with a smile.

As a winter vacation homework, I tore up the planes one by one.

…

"Why did you let this kid in again!" Zhang Ming covered his forehead. He really didn't want to deal with such a naughty kid.

Zhang Ming's father explained: "Because of work, your second uncle and the others have to go abroad just in time for the Chinese New Year. After they go out, they are busy with work and can't take care of him. So please ask us to take care of him. We must give this child a place to celebrate the New Year. Don't worry, Xiaoqiang.

I have grown up and am not as naughty as I was when I was a child."

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, and Zhang Ming walked over and opened the door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was standing outside obediently, holding a plate with a pot of tea and three cups on it.

"Cousin, uncle and aunt, you have been chatting for a long time. I thought I was thirsty, so I made green tea and you drank while chatting."

Mother Zhang took the plate with a smile and winked at Zhang Ming, which meant: You see what I said is right.

Zhang Ming chuckled in his heart when he saw Xiaoqiang's familiar smile.

I hope so.

The night passed very peacefully. Xiaoqiang also seemed to be a sensible child. He did not act like a monster and sat quietly watching the Spring Festival Gala. However, the glance he occasionally cast towards Zhang Ming always showed a sense of observation and probing.

the taste of.

After midnight in the evening, Zhang Ming connected to WiFi and sent a New Year greeting message to Murong Tiezhu. The guy didn't know what he was doing, and it took him two or three hours to reply.

"What are you doing? Of course it's what adults should do." Tie Zhu replied.

"..."

"You are too sentimental. What are you thinking about? I'm talking about smoking, drinking, and playing mahjong."

Zhang Ming threw his phone under his pillow and chose to ignore Tie Zhu's spam messages.

Early the next morning, he went out to find the largest gold store in the city. This time he brought home a lot of gold and silver jewelry, which he used to exchange for cash. Because the amount involved was relatively large, it took him just to fill out the form.

For half an hour.

Fortunately, the other party was a big company. After checking the quality of the gold, they made a payment that afternoon, totaling three million in cash. Zhang Ming left two million to his parents and transferred the remaining one million into another account.

This is the account of Brother Xi’s parents. He helped Zhang Ming a lot before and saved Zhang Ming from many detours. This time during the Spring Festival event, Brother Xi still couldn’t go home. Zhang Ming happened to be able to help. Of course not

Will be stingy.

After handling these matters, Zhang Ming returned home happily. As soon as he came back, he heard the piercing screams of a group of children.

"Xiao Ming, come here, this is your fourth cousin, this is..."

There is a circle of people sitting in the living room. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and they are all here to visit.

Zhang's mother was tortured by these relatives for half a year, asking her to accept her fate and issue a death certificate for Zhang Ming. Now that her son is back alive, she is proudly saying in front of these relatives that she has foresight.

Zhang Ming heard the laughter and laughter of children coming from his bedroom. He greeted several elders and came to the bedroom.

On his bed, a little girl of four or five years old was jumping up and down in her slippers. It could be seen that she had been playing for a while, her face was red, her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat, and the bed was completely trampled on.

It's a footprint.

Two boys aged seven or eight were shooting at each other with water guns, causing water everywhere.

A little boy wearing a red sweater with a runny nose was opening the closet and wiping his nose with Zhang Ming's shirt.

Only Zhang Xiaoqiang was sitting on the chair, spinning his pen. When he saw Zhang Ming come in, he smiled and shouted to his peers: "Stop making trouble. Brother Zhang Ming is back. I thought he would be angry."

Zhang Ming glanced around the chaotic room, and finally his eyes fell on Xiaoqiang's face.

It is winter now, and when visiting other people's homes, their elders cannot let their children bring water guns. Zhang Ming himself has not played with such things for many years, so these two water guns must have been provided by Xiaoqiang.

"I remember locking the bedroom door when I went out," Zhang Ming said calmly.

"I was afraid that the sound of their playing would disturb the chats of the elders. There are many valuables in my uncle's bedroom, and the bedroom I live in is too small, so I had to ask my uncle for the key to my brother's room...Brother, are you not angry?"

Xiaoqiang asked with a smile.

A naughty kid "accidentally" fired at Zhang Ming, and water jets came out. The smile on Xiaoqiang's face became even bigger.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming raised his right hand, firmly caught the water with his palm, and then flicked it, and the water droplets in his hand slapped Xiaoqiang's face.

His smile suddenly became stiff.

"No. How could I be angry?"

Zhang Ming finally understood that Xiaoqiang was not sensible, he had evolved.

He went from being a naughty kid to... a naughty kid full of scheming!