Host, You're Targeted

"I will! Of course I will

After being questioned by the little boy, Xia Cifeng immediately found a piece of orange red brick from the pile of stones, quickly drew a house with 10 squares on the ground, and marked the numbers in each space, from one to nine and the top of the sky.

"Look, I will, OK?"

Xia CI Feng clapped his hands and tried to take the little boy's shoulder. The little boy went to the other side of the stone pile in time to avoid the dirty chicken paws of Xia Cifeng.

Xia Cifeng took a look at the stones he found, pebbles, broken bricks and stones Only unexpected, without him can not find.

The little boy bit the last chocolate shell and squatted there carefully, which made Xia Zifeng feel like a stone seller on the ground.

"All right

The little boy finally picked up a small black gray broken brick and put it on the ground to sign the summer wind.

Before two people began to stone scissors cloth, Xia Cifeng suddenly remembered to ask the little boy what's his name, or would you call him a cub when he's playing? They are the same age now!

Although he now has a wise adult mind, but his age and appearance is only six years old!

He is the famous detective who looks like a child but is too intelligent for ordinary people Cough!

"My name is Xia CI Feng. What's your name

The little boy slowly chewed the last mouthful of chocolate and swallowed it. It was clear that as long as he said a name in a few seconds, he was stunned to think about it for a long time before two words came out: "Sheng Wan."

"Bowl left?" Xia CI Feng almost choked by his own saliva, "do you still have brothers and sisters called residual plate?"

In the evening:

"Nothing! It's OK! "

Xia Zifeng lowered his head to suppress his smile and put his own stone at the starting point. When he stood up, he made a very exaggerated facial movement to cover up his smile, indicating that he would come to play together in the evening.

"Stone scissors paper!"

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after a month, summer farewell and evening are held at the gate of the park at a fixed time every day. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, they will go to the bicycle parking place to paint houses and kick stones.

One week and one day before the start of school on September 1, Xia Cifeng, who did not write any homework and did not panic at all, jumped down from the dining table as soon as he finished his meal, ready to change shoes and go out to find the evening.

"Where are you going, little boy?"

Xia Cifeng's mother, Lin Shouxian, picked him up by his back collar and made a color to his father Xia Nanbo. Xia Nanpo immediately put down his dishes and went to the door to hide his shoes.

"Dad! What are you doing

"What are you doing?"

Lin Shouxian carries Xia Cifeng to his room. Xia Nanbo walks in front of him and opens the door for Lin Shouxian to hold a stool. He also spreads out Xia Ci's clean summer homework in front of him.

"What have you done this summer vacation? You'll be in grade two at the beginning of school! I haven't written my homework yet! This summer vacation homework is whiter than your face

Xia CI Feng struggled to keep kicking his legs and howled: "the summer homework is white paper! After bleaching, it must be whiter than my face! Mom, when you don't make up, it's darker than my summer homework! "

Lin Shouxian:

Xia Nanbo silently stepped back a few steps to the door, shook his head at Xia Zifeng, and his eyes under the lens showed sympathy, as if to say: "son, Dad can't save you, you can do it yourself!"