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"Qiangqiang, who is it?"

It's my mother's voice!

The little boy named Qiangqiang was still staring at Zhang Ming.

"There is a homeless uncle who seems to be coming over to get some food."

"tramp?"

Zhang Ming's father's voice appeared from the living room, and he said as he walked, "It's not easy for the New Year's Eve, these are fried meatballs at noon, bring him some—"

Father Zhang's words stopped abruptly the moment he saw Zhang Ming's face clearly. His hands trembled, and the basin full of meatballs fell down. Zhang Ming reached out to catch it, and said with a smile:

"I am back."

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After returning home, it was an hour of crying and comforting.

During Zhang Ming's disappearance for more than half a year, his parents tried various methods, including finding the police, entrusting friends, appearing on TV, and even hiring a fortune teller.

I tried all the useful and useless ways, but nothing worked. The son who had been raised for more than ten years seemed to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace.

Some relatives persuaded them to go through the death procedures. If a person "gone", he would lose a status, but Zhang Ming's parents disagreed. They firmly believed that their son was still alive and would come back one day.

Some people laughed at them, saying that they dare not face reality, and some relatives felt that they were mentally disturbed because of excessive grief.Zhang Ming's parents chose to ignore this view.

They lived and worked normally, and they mentioned less about Zhang Ming in normal times, but left a space for Zhang Ming in their hearts.

"Where have you been for the past six months? We all thought you were kidnapped." Mother Zhang asked, wiping away her tears.

Zhang's father squeezed Zhang Ming's arm, "It doesn't look like it, it's all red, and the whole person is much stronger and more energetic."

Regarding the rhetoric that the host explained to his family and friends after his return, some old hosts at Biz.com carefully sorted out a speaking guide, which Zhang Ming had read and recited before returning.

There are actually a few sets of these words:

Either it is a supernatural power from heaven to save the world;

Either follow the immortals, keep in good health and practice Taoism;

There is also a relatively simple way, which is to join the secret department of the country and serve the country.

Anyway, no matter what the reason is, as long as you can’t go home all the year round, you can’t send messages to the outside world, so that your family can understand that if you can’t get in touch in the future, it’s saving the world/practicing/serving the country.

Zhang Ming compiled the reason for the mixed version:

Because one day, I accidentally drank expired milk before going to bed, and when I woke up, I had superpowers. I was favored by the country and joined the legendary Huaxia Dragon Group.

Zhang Ming's parents didn't believe this nonsense at first, but when they saw the absurd lock, the gleaming big sword, and a black certificate with a steel seal, they had no choice but to believe it.

"So, you have died for your country now?" Mother Zhang asked.

"Uh... almost the same meaning." Zhang Ming said.

"Sacrificing one's life is called making a contribution to the country!"

Zhang's father corrected his wife's wording. He suddenly remembered something. He took out his mobile phone, opened the reading software, and pointed to a novel with a cool cover on it.

"It is written in my novel that I have to go abroad to do various dangerous missions. Is this true?"

When Father Zhang asked this question, his eyes were wide open. He was clearly a middle-aged man, but his eyes shone with curiosity, which made Zhang Ming feel guilty.

He really didn't know that his old father had the habit of reading online novels, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "No, they are all safe and a harmonious society, so there are so many dangers. Besides, all the people who go out to fight are field personnel, and I just do logistics. Yes, take a promotional video..."

"Art troupe." Father Zhang's eyes dimmed.

There was a drop of cold sweat on Zhang Ming's forehead. This old man obviously looked down on the work of the cultural troupe. Although it was safe, it was not as exciting and interesting as the front line, and he found it boring.

Zhang Ming can be regarded as understanding that his death genes are up to whoever he wants.

Mother Zhang thought about it for a while, then came over and asked, "How about the benefits of the dragon group? Are there five social insurances and one housing fund? Are you allocated a house? By the way, you are halfway through college, what about your education? Someday If you get laid off, it's hard to find a job with a high school diploma..."

As for the old mother's machine gun-like questions, Zhang Ming answered them one by one according to the script, ensuring that they would not have any doubts.

"Don't worry, I'll have enough to eat, dress well, and take care of everything. It's just that it's inconvenient to communicate with outsiders, and I have fewer holidays. After all, I have to keep it secret—"

"What about the object?" Mother Zhang interrupted Zhang Ming and asked the most critical question.

"This... is not allocated."

As soon as she heard that she would not assign a girlfriend, the look in Zhang's mother's eyes also became dim, and she also felt dull.

After nearly an hour of lying, Zhang Ming finally managed to fool his parents. He heaved a sigh of relief and pointed in the direction of the living room.

"Who is that kid? Don't tell me, in half a year, you two got me a younger brother."

"He is really your brother." Zhang Ming's father said.

"Ah?" Zhang Ming was shocked.

"...Tang, your cousin, Xiaoqiang." Zhang Ming's mother spoke clearly.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Xiaoqiang."

Xiaoqiang, first name: Zhang Xiaoqiang.