"I didn't expect it!" Ji Ce sighed, "There is such a master in such a valley."

The young man driving said, "Head, do you want to notify our people to come down and investigate?"

Ba Zhongming said in contemplation: "Forget it, since this incident was just an accident, not intentionally targeting ordinary people, there is no need to cause trouble for yourself."

Yi Qianxing leaned on the back of the chair with his hands folded in his chest: "Batong is not interested in this person, so let my people come down. Since he is a talent, there is no reason to let it go."

Ba Zhongming said: "All such masters are idle clouds and wild cranes. It is probably not easy to collect them."

"Can you take it in? Let's find someone first. You can finally meet such a master, so you can't miss it." Yi Qianxing stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed his temples. "You also know that the old guys in Jing'an Pavilion are no longer concerned about the world. They will only come forward unless national security is threatened. This is nothing, but last year, the military went to the bureau to borrow people. He knew that this was a meat bun to beat a dog, but it would not be possible to borrow it. Now I really lack people, so I just need you. You hide it one by one but don't give it. There is no way, I can only find it myself."

Ba Zhongming smiled bitterly, "I lent it to you, it's just a meat bun to beat a dog, you can understand it."

The snowflakes fell down in a ball. Shen Chuan and his men had enough food and drink to settle the bill, and walked home swayingly. A creaking sound came from under their feet.

"The snow has not been over."

Chen Sanjun wrapped his military coat and said angrily: "The weather forecast says there will be heavy snow tomorrow."

Zhou Ailing tilted her head and looked at Shen Chuan, saying with some concern: "You said, can that song really be delivered to the Spring Festival Gala?"

Shen Chuan said: "It should be about the same."

What else Zhou Ailing wants to say? Chen Sanjun said: "Okay, I'm home. I'll talk about something tomorrow."

Chen Sanjun turned to the alley on the right, while Shen Chuan, Zhou Ailing and Zhou Aiguo turned to the left.

When he arrived at the door of his house, Zhou Ailing said, "Remember to go to the city to find me tomorrow."

Shen Chuan nodded: "Don't worry, I can't forget it."

After entering the yard, Shen Chuan looked at Shen He strangely. He didn't know what happened to this girl. She chattered endlessly and was so annoying, but today she was very honest. She followed them, except when she was eating, and she kept smacking her lips as usual.

"Shen He, why are you weird today?"

"What's wrong!" Shen He rolled his eyes, held the puppy, pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Shen Chuan shrugged and pushed open the door of the room. The fire under the edge of the kang was still red, and the heat waves blew up as soon as he entered the room.

The bedding had been laid by Lin Meifang, and Shen Chuan reached into the bed, which was a little hot. After slippers were on the kang, he pulled the bedding to the end of the kang, then took off his clothes and got into the bed. Just as he was about to turn off the lights to sleep, the door was creaking and opened, and Shen He flashed in his pajamas.

Shen Chuan said angrily: "Look at what time it is, and you are still not sleeping, why are you running over?"

Shen He smiled and reached out his hands in front of Shen Chuan, holding a pen and a notebook in his hand.

Shen Chuan was stunned, "What are you doing? What are you thinking of again."

Shen He put the pen and book in front of Shen Chuan, then took off his shoes, climbed onto the kang, and put his little feet into Shen Chuan's quilt, "Give the signature, and sign all this book."

Chen Chuan's face was full of dark lines: "Go back to sleep, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Chen He stood up, found a quilt in the kang cabinet and lay it on, and then lay next to Shen Chuan: "I'll sleep in your room tonight."

Chen Chuan patted his head and said helplessly: "Miss, what do you want to do?"

Chen He said very seriously: "Sign me, you have formed a band. If you become famous in the future, your signature will definitely be sold for money."

The little girl looked at Chen Chuan's eyes and shone brightly. She seemed to see a pile of bright red banknotes piled up in front of her.

Chen Chuan was helpless. He knew very well about his sister's character and would never give up until he achieved his goal. If he didn't agree, he wouldn't have to sleep tonight.

There was no way, Chen Chuan picked up the pen, opened the book, and started signing page by page. After signing about twenty pages, Chen Chuan put down the pen.

"Okay, I'll tell you, don't be too tempted."

Chen He looked at the signature and exclaimed in disgust, "It's so ugly!"

Chen Chuan's face darkened again: "Chen He, don't go too far."

"Hmph!" the little girl snorted and put away her pen and book. "That ugly word is, even if you become famous in the future, it will not be worth much money if you want to sell it."

Chen Chuan ignored the little girl anymore, got up and turned off the light, "Sleep!"

Chen He kept muttering, not knowing what he muttered. After a while, the sound disappeared and probably fell asleep.

County No. 1 High School is the only key high school in Laiqing. Chen Chuan is a super poor student who has never been before and has never been there. If he hadn't been to him, let alone going to County No. 1 High School to get involved, I guess he wouldn't have to get involved in all the high schools in the county.

Fighting is a very contemporary word. The Fighting class is a special existence at the county No. 1 Middle School. It is full of cram school students. There are not many people, with more than thirty, only one fat girl, and the rest are all boys.

As soon as Chen Chuan walked into the classroom, the buzzing noise suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked up at the door. After seeing that it was Chen Chuan, the classroom resumed buzzing noise.

"Damn, Xu Qingsheng, I asked you to help me write homework hard, right?" A boy who was 1.8 meters tall hugged another thin boy's neck with his arms, and kept slapping the thin boy's head with his palm, slapping and scolding.

Chen Chuan looked at the beaten boy, and a long-closed memory suddenly surged into his heart. Xu Qingsheng was a very introverted deskmate who sat with Chen Chuan for half a year but did not communicate much.

He is only 1.6 meters tall and weighs less than 90 kilograms. Anyone can scold or beat him, but he dare not say a word.

It was before the Spring Festival in 1994, and a month later, Chen Chuan was bored and wandering around the streets. Suddenly, he encountered Xu Qingsheng being beaten by several lower-grade students from the same school. That day, he suddenly became kind-hearted and beat up several little kids, helping Xu Qingsheng.

Since then, Xu Qingsheng has regarded Chen Chuan as his only friend. Chen Chuan has not taken this introverted boy seriously. But he will still help anyone bullied Xu Qingsheng.
Chapter completed!