super hill god

Chapter 30 My name is Xiong Ba
"10 yuan, I want this old turtle." The foreman was very straightforward, straight to the point, and showed his intentions.

"Uncle Yang, don't sell it, don't sell it, Grandpa Turtle doesn't sell it." Before Chen Yang could speak, Mengmeng broke out first, filled with righteous indignation, waving her small fists, her delicate little face tensed, like a stone doll.

This is not over yet, the old turtle seems to have had enough to eat and drink, and has played enough in the pool. He climbed up, as if he understood something, and grinned at the foreman, his small soybean eyes seemed to be on fire so-so.

Chen Yang immediately had an illusion that what he saw was not an old turtle, but a living, flesh-and-blood person.

"Oh, forget it, if the chance is not enough, this divine beast might turn into a fierce beast." Seeing this posture, the foreman shook his head, his expression was very lonely, his temperament changed drastically, like a poet who has experienced many vicissitudes.

Weird one!
After another hour or two, the cleaning of the pond was completely completed, and a small stone pool appeared completely.

The uncanny workmanship of nature is really miraculous, and Chen Yang is amazed that this natural stone pond can be created.

At this time, on the horizon in the distance, a round of red sun slowly set, and the magnificent clouds, red as blood, hung far away in the sky, like a bright red lantern with a soft flame, and this day was coming to an end.

As night fell, it was dark, like a crow's wings covered the sky, even the glimmer of the stars disappeared, and the small mountain village fell into silence. Every family was enjoying dinner after a hard day's work.

Before dinner, the Chen family had another episode.

The little white bear, taking advantage of people not paying attention, swayed his chubby body, sneaked into the kitchen stealthily, took out a pheasant egg from the bamboo basket, held it in his mouth, and took it out.

This little guy, I don't know if he has had the guts to smash Mengmeng with this pheasant egg. This can ignite the nest of explosives, and the sky is full of flowers, so it's very lively.

Mengmeng's delicate little face is yellow and white, full of egg yolk and egg white, mixed together, sticky and wet, but the little girl was blown away, her little face seemed to have been painted a layer of red Qi, a red-faced Guan Gong alive.

What followed was a wonderful pursuit. Mengmeng was so angry that she turned on her full horsepower, like a small electric motor, chasing and killing the little white bear all over the room.

The little white bear had never seen such a situation before, and suddenly panicked, hugging his head and scurrying around, shaking his short legs, he crawled under the sofa.

But the tragic ending still came as expected.

"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......" Poor look.

Self-inflicted, can't live!

The little white bear was tied up with a nylon rope into a fat rice dumpling, and was thrown miserably on the bed, whining, but no one responded.

After dinner, Chen Yang was dragged by three little girls to the yard for a meeting. There was only one topic, the naming of the little white bear.

The moon was high and the wind was dark, the stars were dim, and the small courtyard of the Chen family was full of excitement, like a fire burning again.

The golden old turtle seemed to eat too much during the day, crawling around in the yard, uncharacteristically, as if digesting food.

During the day, Chen Yang vaguely heard that foreman talking to himself, what kind of Fengshui beast, what Bahe, Hualongchi, but he didn't hear all of it, he only remembered the scales and claws.

Forget it, whatever it is, why bother.

"How about calling him Xiaobai? It's simple and clear, and his name is like a bear." Chen Yang said in a flat tone, first.

There were only three little girls in the past, so they were very knowledgeable and easy to deal with, but they didn't expect that they would be immediately despised.

"What a tacky name, Xiaobai, Uncle Yang must still be alive in the last century."

"Short hair and short knowledge, is this the adult you are now?"

"Oh, uncle, really, he just likes to joke."

Chen Yang was speechless, and immediately turned off the fire. The child nowadays is really terrible. In the past, if he dared to talk to an adult like this, don't say anything, and serve him a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

At that time, the authority of adults could not be questioned, and what they said was what they said, and children were not convinced and did not dare to do anything.

At that time, Chen Yang always looked forward to growing up, because adults can do many things.

No one cares, no one asks, free and happy.

But when I really grow up, I can’t find the happy time I used to have. There are too many things, too many people, the world is too complicated, and people’s hearts are even more unpredictable. One moment I called you brothers and sisters, and the next moment I will dig a hole for you. Waiting for you to jump down is really boring.

No, Chen Yang rolled outside for a while, but came back disheveled.

"It's Michael Jackson. How about it? It's very domineering." Mengmeng puffed out her small chest, put her two tender little fingers together, and pointed to the night sky, just like a hen that has laid eggs.

What kind of name is this, Michael Jackson, it seems to be a bit of a reflection, it’s not that so-and-so, why can’t I remember it.

Chen Yang hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and checked it on Baidu.

Michael Jackson, the world's greatest entertainer, the world's dancing king, the king of pop music, the world's charity No.1, the winner of the great humanitarian presidential award, a frequent guest of the Grammy, a symbol of popular culture, an unsurpassable myth, A jaw-dropping miracle.

He is an excellent all-rounder in music, and has made outstanding achievements in lyrics, composition, scene production, arrangement, singing, dancing, and instrumental performance. He is also called the greatest immortal symbol in the history of pop music along with Elvis Presley and The Beatles. , and its achievements have surpassed the latter two.He has personally maintained record sales records in many countries and regions for a long time, and has received high-level courtesy from the heads of governments of many countries around the world many times.

It turned out to be such a person. It was really difficult for Chen Yang to match the name of Little White Bear with this name, it was too mismatched.

"How about calling it Invincible Iron King Kong?"

"No, it's better to call it the Overlord Bear!"

"Mario is good too."

"Call……"

The modern little girls are different, they are unconstrained, they can say whatever comes to their mind, they are all unrestrained and wild.

It's not like when Chen Yang was a child, there was a clear line between boys and girls, and a [-]th line was drawn between the desks, like class enemies, which could not be crossed at all.

The discussion on the spot became more and more intense, and finally Chen Yang made the final decision, which somewhat saved the dignity of the adults. The name of the little white bear was finalized, and it was called Xiong Ba.

In the early morning of the next day, it was still daylight, and the sun had just risen. Chen Yang was woken up by a noise.

(End of this chapter)