Food on the tip of your tongue

Just learn how to use it. "

Zhang Yonghuan licked his lips, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "You mean? At that time, you were not [-]% sure that you could get me from the past?"

Qin Yang nodded truthfully.

Zhu Xie chirped: "At that time he was in a daze, that guy was dying, it would be nice to get you here, anyway, it belongs to Zhang Yonghuan's soul, even if he was reincarnated, he would still be Zhang Yonghuan, so he gave you to..."

"Xiao Xie." Qin Yang's tone was obviously displeased: "You remember those things, I think you will understand."

Zhang Yonghuan said awkwardly, "SO, do you think that I am the same as I used to be?"

Qin Yang smiled awkwardly and said, "Even though the temperament is very different, the soul is the same."

Zhang Yonghuan was speechless: "..." With the co-author, is he a substitute with the same soul as the former Zhang Yonghuan?

No, shit, they are all alone, there should be no one who is a substitute...

"Then you didn't ask me if I would like to come here?" Now that I made it clear, I simply asked.

"Your parents are dead, you are single, you are alienated from your relatives and friends, and you don't have many friends..." Zhu Xie continued to chatter.

Zhang Yonghuan raised his hands in surrender: "OK, I understand, you two used forbidden techniques to understand my previous life?"

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, Third Junior Brother."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." Has he become a sand monk?

"Are you unwilling?" Qin Yang said in a rather disappointed voice, "If you want to resent, I have no complaints."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." Does he have any complaints?Isn't it just a day of fooling around eating and drinking in there?

13. Let's have fun...

The stray big black dog picked up a few days ago groaned and circled around Zhang Yonghuan. He was a little upset, picked up the teacup and took a sip of green tea, lazily lying on the table to play with himself.

Thinking of the panic when his identity was identified that day, he still has lingering fears, not because he is too cowardly, but because he cannot accept certain things in the memory that remain in his mind.

If Qin Yang can spy on his life in the 21st century with forbidden techniques, does he also know that there are more secret things in his soul? ... After a long time, Zhang Yonghuan squinted his eyes and snorted, pulled himself together, and thought: "Fuck, it's just a matter of life, and those things can't affect his mentality of enjoying in time!"

All in all, he is just a mediocre mountain countryman with no ambitions. He doesn't want to break through some profound things, and he doesn't even bother to break through them. It's a waste of brain cells!

Wandering around the house, went outside to do a set of the eighth broadcast gymnastics of China Central People's Broadcasting Station, and played a few Thomas maneuvers along the way, looked at the bright blue sky, Zhang Yonghuan changed his clothes, and called Dahei The dog, secretly put on the little tail that writes and draws in the yard, "Come on, let's find the cripple and go to the suburbs to catch rabbits."

The invisible bodyguard Zhan Feng hid under the eaves, and after hearing it with his excellent hearing, he glanced at the room where Qin Yang and Zhu Xie had closed their doors to cultivate immortals, and followed Zhang Yonghuan out silently.

Little Tail looked at him shyly, and said, "Call Xiaoxie."

Zhang Yonghuan raised his finger and hissed: "Let's go secretly, beat the rabbits and come back to give them a surprise."

The cripple who sells firewood has been warm and hospitable in a few days. He has an extraordinary literary talent, and from time to time he pops out a sentence or two. Zhang, a great writer and poet who plagiarized the treasures of Chinese poetry for 5000 years, has become one of the literati and poets who met each other and talked about poetry and songs lately. The friendship of gentlemen.

Zhang Yonghuan also learned from insinuation that the lame Ren Chongsheng was once a servant of a wealthy family in the capital, and his face was disfigured and limped due to some complex natural and man-made disasters. Zhang Yonghuan sighed and sympathized with his tragic experience.

That's why I became more enthusiastic and friendly towards the crippled Ren Chongsheng. In the eyes of Zhang Yonghuan now, although Ren Chongsheng has a resolute and handsome face, his personality is completely different from his appearance. That's called a...

Take yesterday as an example. After the cripple had lunch in the restaurant, Zhang Yonghuan rolled Laosuntou’s dry tobacco leaves with paper to make cigarettes for smoking. Of course, donating unprocessed tobacco must not taste good, and Still very angry, Zhang Yonghuan wasn't a big smoker at first, after rolling one and tasted a few mouthfuls, he started to play tricks with the cigarette in his mouth like deliberately showing off.

At that time, Little Tail was also curious and wanted to taste the flavor in his mouth, so Zhang Yonghuan said to Ren Chongsheng, "Do you want to try it?"

Seeing the strange appearance of the cigarette in his mouth, Ren Chongsheng was also very moved. He nodded and said, "I'll try."

Zhang Yonghuan rolled one up and brought it to his mouth, "Take a sip and taste it."

Ren Chongsheng sucked hard, "Cough, cough..." His eyes were red, and smoke was coming from his mouth and nostrils at the same time.

"Don't suck it in, take a breath and spit it out." Zhang Yonghuan instructed urgently.

Ren Chongsheng wiped his face in embarrassment, and imitated Zhang Yonghuan's demonstration and then swallowed his mouth.

At the end, when there was only a quarter of the cigarette left, Zhang Yonghuan bit the cigarette butt and turned it into his mouth to play tricks. Ren Chongsheng also imitated him biting the cigarette butt and turning the cigarette in his mouth. With a single movement, the cigarette in his mouth was intact and held in his mouth. On the other hand, Ren Chongsheng's face was blushing, his throat wriggled and he swallowed something with difficulty, "Where's your cigarette?" Zhang Yonghuan asked, puffing out white mist .

Ren Chongsheng blushed and said, "Didn't you swallow it?"

Zhang Yonghuan's expression was distorted, and he tried his best to hold back his laughter, "..." The hard-liners who are against the sky are naturally dumbfounded!

If you just look at Ren Chongsheng's face, you will think that he is a shrewd guy with countless secrets and schemes, but now... a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. Zhang Yonghuan made a cross on his chest and sighed, God, you really are. is fair.

The cripple Ren Zheng was standing on the small road at the west entrance of the town, waiting for Zhang Yonghuan and Xiaowei. The big black dog ran happily into the field, and Xiaowei looked thoughtfully at Zhan Feng after they noticed Zhan Feng following them. Looking at him, he followed behind Zhan Feng, those clear and bright eyes were tightly locked on the bronze sword on Zhan Feng's back, and he stretched out his hand to chase after Zhan Feng.

Zhang Yonghuan screamed strangely: "Come here, little guy!" The sword has no eyes, dear!

Little Tail looked at the patterns on the bronze sword curiously, and boldly stroked the patterns on the scabbard with his fingers.

Zhan Feng turned his body sideways, fixed his eyes on the little tail... white and tender face, pointed chin, big watery eyes, thick and long eyelashes trembling when blinking, the upper and lower eyelashes seem to be fighting, be quiet She is as cute as a beautiful little girl who doesn't know much about the world.

It's a pity that Xiaowei is an out-and-out man, which can be proved by the Adam's apple on his delicate neck, which is a symbol of a man.

After all, he was already 17 years old, he was just a little thinner, and his mind was not complete.

Zhan Feng grinned boldly, and couldn't bear to refuse the child's request: "When I catch a rabbit, I'll let you pet it."

With the current Zhang Yonghuan, even Zhan Feng felt that he was more and more influenced by his master, and became as aggressive and high-spirited as he was when he was a teenager.

Zhang Yonghuan waved to Xiaowei: "My little ancestor, come quickly, and follow Wangcai to catch rabbits."

The little black dog caught up with him and said, "It's not called Wangcai, it's called stupid." When the big black dog was lured home by Qin Yang and Zhang Yonghuan, it was not obedient at all. Xie said on the spot: "This dog belongs to a starving ghost. There are so many stray dogs on the street, and I haven't seen one that can eat like it. Just call it Brother Huan."

Zhang Yonghuan blew his hair, and tempted the big dog with a bone stick: "Come here, Xiaoxie."

The big black dog smelled the smell of meat, and ran to Zhang Yonghuan with a whimper.

Zhu Xie kicked the big man with the noodles at his feet: "How many things! I taught you for nothing two days ago!"

In order to tame this big dog, he patiently waited on him with food and drink, never thought that Zhang Yonghuan would seduce him away with a bone stick.

"Stupid dog, idiot! Dog day guy!"

Qin Yang came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife, looked at Zhang Yonghuan, and said with a headache, "That's the bone for making soup!"

Zhang Yonghuan: "...Oh hehehe...It's not a waste to eat for Xiaoxie." He pointed to the big black dog who was concentrating on gnawing bones.

"Brother Huan...you can eat by yourself, why use your brother as a cover? Isn't that right, lovely brother Huan?" He squatted down and patted the big black dog's head lovingly.

"The name... doesn't sound good." Little Tail commented, "Da Yangyang."

The big black dog looked at him whiningly, and continued to gnaw on the dog's head.

Qin Yang's complexion changed rapidly from red to orange, yellow, green, blue and purple: "Big fat, prepare sacks, kill dogs and eat dog meat." This thing shouldn't exist at all.

Zhu Xie said anxiously: "Brother Da Shi, keep the dog under the sword!" It took so much effort to train it to be more obedient, so it was a strange loss.

"It's born from the same root, so why rush each other!" Zhang Yonghuan said sadly.

Qin Yang gritted his teeth frantically, "..." Can he kill these two people with a knife?

"Benben." Little Tail seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, and said awkwardly, "It's not called Dayang Yang, it's called Benben."

"..." Qin Yang walked away expressionlessly.

Zhu Xie: "Huanhuan." It's not bad to call Huanhuan brother Huanhuan.

Zhang Yonghuan roared: "My mother gave me this name to make me happy forever, not for you to blaspheme!"

Zhu Xie shrugged: "My father gave me this name to eliminate evil and promote good, eliminate demons and slay demons, so what do you use to profane?"

"What you are doing now has cheated your father, do you think you have fulfilled your father's expectations for your name?" Zhang Yonghuan ran away and roared.