I can't get enough to feed you

Thinking of this, Ji Xuanyuan refused to look at the child again. With a lonely expression, he withdrew his gaze, nodded at Meng Yingjun, and agreed with emotion: "You're right, my brother is just a bad boy. We are truly heroes who see the same thing."

Meng Yingjun looked at this one again, and as the team moved forward with fewer people, the child in his arms shouted childishly to the people, "Hello, Uncle!"

Pixiu immediately responded with a smile on his face, reached into his pocket and took out the Big White Rabbit Toffee, turned a deaf ear to what Meng Yingjun and Ji Xuanyuan said, and pretended to be farting.

"This baby is so cute, how did it come about?" Pixiu handed over the candy, and stopped talking about the little boy and the big boy.

Meng Xiaojiang took the candy, rolled his eyes, and looked curiously at Ji Xuanyuan who was looking at the scenery with his head turned aside.

Meng Yingjun said: "Honey, why are you so polite, quickly say thank you uncle."

Pixiu laughed and said, "What kind of uncle is your name, just say thank you brother!"

Where does this come from?Meng Yingjun thought to himself, what about my elder brother? Even if you have a tender face, my son should be called uncle with this face. If I call you uncle, then I am just a generation older!

Meng Xiaojiang had already torn off the candy wrapper and stuffed the toffee into his mouth, a small bump appeared on one side of his fleshy face, and his big eyes were still staring at Ji Xuanyuan.

Ji Xuanyuan felt the little baby's gaze, and looked away, Pixiu said: "Child, come on, call brother to listen!"

Meng Xiaojiang pursed his lips and his eyes were full of exploration of the unknown. He looked at Ji Xuanyuan curiously, and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Big dog!"

Pixiu was taken aback, then laughed out loud, pointed at Ji Xuanyuan and said, "Big dog!"

Meng Yingjun gave a "tsk", patted his son's buttocks and blamed him: "What big dog, thank you uncle, Meng Xiaojiang, what manners do you usually teach you?"

After Pixiu finished laughing, he turned his head to look at the people in line behind Ji Xuanyuan, and then turned his head to look at the little doll thoughtfully, and then looked at his brother thoughtfully, seeing his brother was also very strange Look at this kid.

Watching intently, watching probing, and finally staring blankly, the brother asked softly: "Is this child also called Meng Xiaojiang?"

Meng Yingjun shook his son's butt, and replied, "This is my son's name."

After realizing it, Meng Yingjun asked in surprise, "Big brother, do you know someone with this name?"

"There is one." Ji Xuanyuan replied, taking a step back, the child leaned out from his father's arms, stretched out his hand, and the five short and thick little fingers of his fleshy little hand tentatively grabbed at him.

Ji Xuanyuan looked carefully, stretched out a finger, and the child's little hand wrapped around the finger, and said to him: "Uncle, there is a big yellow dog behind you."

Hearing the words, Meng Yingjun looked behind Ji Xuanyuan. Behind Ji Xuanyuan was an old man who was also queuing up to buy lottery tickets. Dogs look very different.

"Zibuyu is strange and chaotic." Ji Xuanyuan pulled out his finger, shook it at the little guy, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled, but the smile was fleeting. The name Meng Xiaojiang evoked him too much. It was a sweet and desperate dream on earth at the beginning of the century.

Pixiu withdrew his head and poked his head forward, and the line reached Meng Yingjun. The girl at the lottery station was full of impatience, eager to get off work, stretched out her hand, and urged in a vicious voice: "How many bets should I buy?"

As a regular customer, Meng Yingjun was used to the attitude of the girl who sells tickets, so he replied in a good temper: "As usual, two bets."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the white paper with a series of numbers on it. Pixiu saw many discarded lottery tickets and many ballpoint pens scattered on the table at the lottery station. From time to time, people around came to take a lottery ticket and a pen to write the numbers.

He followed suit. He put away his white paper, stretched out his long arm, took a ballpoint pen and a lottery ticket and wrote down a series of numbers neatly. After finishing writing, he waved his hand as if nothing had happened, and stuffed the ballpoint pen into his trouser pocket. middle.

Ji Xuanyuan is quite accustomed to this brother's bad habits. His eight brothers each have their own shortcomings, but after all, Pixiu is definitely the most annoying.He is obviously the richest among their brothers, he is stingy and likes to take advantage of others, he is obviously the richest, but none of the brothers has ever borrowed a penny from him.

But everyone doesn't blame him, if you can't borrow money, just open your mouth and scold him for not pi eyeing!Who makes this a fact that no one can refute, Pixiu just doesn't have pi eyes.

Pixiu walked away with a ballpoint pen without blushing, and was in a good mood. Before the little girl who had printed the ticket hadn't finished typing, he excitedly handed over his lottery ticket, and the little girl raised her head impatiently and wanted to scold. Two handsome guys came in at a glance, and Ji Xuanyuan poked his head curiously at the lottery machines.

Speaking of which, from 1930 to the present, 70 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the world has changed a lot in the past century.

Ji Xuanyuan has personally experienced the Anti-Japanese War in the past 1930 years. For Ji Xuanyuan, who is used to the prosperity of Tianjin and Shanghai, those days were really difficult. Who knows that after the Anti-Japanese War and the Civil War, after those ten years, the new China was established, but it really couldn't survive the subsequent transformation activities. It's not as good as when he could eat steak western food cream cake in [-]. In those ten years, Ji Xuanyuan was almost greedy to death.

As early as during the War of Resistance Against Japan, Su Daji found an opportunity to go to Hong Kong. Ji Xuanyuan stayed in the country alone, looking for someone. For so many years, Aunt Huang could only calculate the fate of a person, not the reincarnation of a person. Where is the last name and who is the name.

But Huang Gu introduced Ji Xuanyuan to Ji Xuanyuan, a god-man who danced to the gods. In the final analysis, this god-man was still a person. When Ji Xuanyuan found this person, he was already 88 years old, with only one breath left and Alzheimer's disease.

Ji Xuanyuan gave this person a breath of his own aura. The god-man is already very immature because of his age. It is said that if Ji Xuanyuan could find him 40 years earlier, he would guarantee to figure out the year and month of the life he was looking for. where.

In the end, the God-man calculated two places, one in Shandong and the other in Shanghai. Whether it was Shandong or Shanghai, the God-man could not figure it out.

The specific village in Shandong and Shanghai, the gods can't figure it out.

The specific time, the man of God pinched his fingers, and under Ji Xuanyuan's half-smiling eyes, he said that this person must have been reborn within 30 years.

So how can you recognize this person?The man of God swore that as long as Ji Xuanyuan could see this person, he would definitely recognize him.

It was one day in 1980. After bidding farewell to this great dancer, Ji Xuanyuan started to walk from Shanghai. He walked through every inch of Shanghai, met everyone in Shanghai at that time, and met more than a dozen people. A man named Meng Xiaojiang.

These dozen or so Meng Xiaojiangs were male and female, old and young, and Ji Xuanyuan didn't know if there was any reincarnation of Meng Xiaojiang among them.

The Godman of Tiao Dashen said, you will know it when you meet it.

I don’t know if that great jumping god is cheating him. Anyway, he has a long life. I don’t know when he will live. A search for Meng Xiaojiang's afterlife is also nothing.

From 1980 to the present, I walked through Shanghai inch by inch with my feet, and came to Shandong after walking in Shanghai, and returned to Shanghai after walking inch by inch in Shandong. The days became a cycle, and Ji Xuanyuan didn't know how long he could go on like this.

He thought that maybe in ten or twenty years, he might no longer remember who Meng Xiaojiang was.Maybe at that time, he will become the Ji Xuanyuan who never met Meng Xiaojiang again.

The lottery girl was born and grew up here, and the farthest place she has been to in her 20 years of life is her grandmother's house in the next county. The most handsome person she has ever seen is the male English teacher sent here by her high school.

The lottery girl thought that the male English teacher was already a rare handsome guy in heaven and earth. Today, I didn’t expect to meet two of them at once. Although one of them looks like an upgraded version of the famous local boy Meng Yingjun, the upgraded one really is. It's very different, at least her height and body have grown a lot, and she doesn't look like a little girl all of a sudden.

Meng Yingjun saw that the lottery girl instantly changed from being dragged by everyone who owed her 8000 yuan to a delicate flower full of dew.

The little girl blushed, her eyes lit up, she stretched out her five not-so-slender fingers timidly, she pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a soft voice with a good service attitude: "You buy a few notes, choose the number Alright, or choose to bet at will?"

Meng Yingjun's mouth grew wide, and his mouth became an "O" shape. He suspected that the lottery girl had fallen victim to an evil spirit before it was dark.

Ji Xuanyuan has been a human being for a long time, and now he nods politely without being reminded by others, and grins a warm and coquettish smile that is just right.

The lottery girl took the waste lottery paper from Pixiu, and her face blushed shyly, as if two pieces of rouge had been touched out of thin air on her cheekbones. It's so handsome, it's rare in the world!

The machine clicked and printed out two lottery tickets, and a deer in the lottery girl's heart skipped a beat. She shyly took down the two thin lottery papers, stretched out her hand, Pixiu and Meng Yingjun shot at the same time, and the little girl's heart skipped a beat. , touched Pixiu's fingertips, and immediately trembled from head to toe, and the two lottery tickets fell to the ground lightly.

"Sister, why are your hands shaking? I'm watching TV. This is a sign of Parkinson's syndrome!" Meng Yingjun bent over to pick it up with his son in his arms, and complained.

Ji Xuanyuan put his hands in his pockets, unmoved like Pixiu, just waiting for Meng Yingjun to pick up two by himself.

The lottery girl was very service-oriented, she apologized repeatedly timidly and shyly, Pixiu rolled her eyes and waved her hands and said generously: "It's all right, it's just that why are you nervous?"