"You kid, I'm just selling it!" Outside a Internet cafe in Qingqiao, Zhang Kun looked at Xu Hao in the air with laughter and cry.

Xu Hao's face turned slightly red and he smiled a little awkwardly.

What Zhang Kun said was naturally Xu Hao betrayed him, saying whether it was Xu Hao's mother opposite the space.

Although Zhang Kun felt that there was nothing excessive about this matter, it was still a bit embarrassing to be told. After all, the conspiracy theory behind it never seemed open and upright.

"I said that, but the big brother is typing. If the big brother thinks this is inappropriate, he will not type it. If he typed it, he will naturally feel that it doesn't matter if he says it, right?" Xu Hao smiled.

Zhang Kun curled his lips and then smiled helplessly.

It doesn't matter, but it doesn't matter. After all, he and Xu Hao's mother don't know each other, so there is probably no chance to meet in the future, and there is no question of embarrassment or not.

Zhang Kun just felt that if he was talking bad things behind his back and using conspiracy to argue about people, if Xu Hao’s mother was really Xu Hao’s mother, he would seem to be a judge of a gentleman by the heart of a villain.

I am a pure and beautiful boy. How can I be a villain? Even if I can't be a gentleman, at least I can't be a villain.

How ugly a villain is.

"Big brother, you say, what my mother said just now, she told the police and uncles not to arrest us. Isn't it true? If it is true, we won't have to run around like this in the future." Xu Hao suddenly spoke in silence.

Zhang Kun looked up at Xu Hao, and saw Xu Hao's eyes flashing, looking at him with anticipation. Zhang Kun was silent for a while, and then said softly: "It's better to be careful."

...

"Good morning, mom!"

Xu Hao's mother, who had been waiting in front of the computer, looked at the familiar greetings, and couldn't help but smile on her face and knocked her fingers.

"Good morning, Haohao."

"Did my mother go to help Haohao visit those two police uncles yesterday?"

"I went there and brought two baskets of fruit. However, your move was too heavy, and my ribs were broken a few. I asked the doctor, and I had to lie in the bed for at least half a month. Fortunately, it was not damaged by internal organs, and there should be no sequelae after it healed. When I left, I left 10,000 yuan each, which was considered compensation."

Seeing the message on the space, Zhang Kun in front of the computer looked embarrassed.

Although I felt like I had taken a heavy move when I ran away yesterday, I didn't expect it to be so serious.

However, when I was caught by the police for the first time, I was nervous and couldn't control my strength for a while. It should be understandable that I took a heavy move.

After all, normal people will be nervous if they are caught by the police when they commit crimes.

As for the last time he was arrested by the police at school, Zhang Kun was so excited that he felt as if he was suffocated by Professor Peng's death, he didn't feel anything.

However, it is not the worst result at all, just as there will be no sequelae.

Zhang Kun comforted himself so much.

"What about Ultraman?"

"I'll call back Ultraman, too, and have someone send it to Brother Hao, don't worry."

Xu Hao's mother was typing word by word, but what she didn't say was that what she asked someone to do was to buy an exact Ultraman and give it to her. But the original one was still lying quietly in the drawer beside the bed.

It was Haohao's favorite toy during his lifetime. It had a breath of Haohao and was an indispensable part of Haohao's memories.

"Mom is awesome!"

"That's right, don't look at whose mother I am."

"I remembered another thing yesterday, mom will help me finish it."

"explain."

"Does mom still remember Xiaohai? It's Hai Hongyi, who used to visit our house."

"Xiaohai, of course I remember, your junior high school classmate, that small one, the best junior high school classmate you have played with."

"Yes, it's him. Xiaohai often goes to our house to play. Later I found that he seemed to like the words written by his grandfather in our living room. Du Fu could move it, so I promised to give him one."

"I originally planned to ask my grandfather to write another copy for me, but I didn't agree no matter how I asked for it. I was so stingy. Later, I wanted to find an opportunity to secretly steal the one in the living room for him. Unfortunately, I suddenly became in poor health and started to be hospitalized, and then I never had the chance to give it to him again."

"You guy dares to say anything. Grandpa's words cannot be written casually, let alone sent to others. Also, how many times have you said that those four words are diligent and can make up for your shortcomings, not Du Fu can move, but fool."

"But, no matter how I think about those four words, Du Fu can move them."

"Also, Haohao is not a fool, Haohao is a man, he must keep his word. So, can my mother give the word "Xiaohai" and mom, okay?"

"Well, since Haohao agreed, let's send it to Xiaohai after his mother returns."

"Mom is the best, thank you mom, Xiaohai will definitely be happy."

"Then mom, let's get here today. Haohao is leaving. Mom, see you tomorrow!"

"Well, goodbye Haohao, see you tomorrow!"

I took a look at the last message, closed the space, left the QQ, and then left the Internet cafe, and was as straightforward as flowing water.

It was not until he left the Internet cafe a hundred meters away and confirmed that there was no abnormality that Zhang Kun slowed down.

"Haohao, is the words written by your grandfather very good?" Zhang Kun looked up at Xu Hao in the air with a little strange look.

"Not good!" Xu Hao shook his head with great affirmation: "I can't even recognize many of the words written by grandpa. It's not good at all. It's written like a ghost talisman. However, my mother said that I don't know much about the cursive script, but many people want it to be true, and I really don't know what's good about it."

Cursive script, so that's it.

Zhang Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly. Not to mention Xu Hao, there are many cursive characters, but Zhang Kun doesn't recognize them. Most of them rely on reading and guessing.

However, many people write cursive scripts, but few can write well. Many people want them. Could it be that Grandpa Xu Hao is a master of calligraphy?

Zhang Kun shook his head, forget it, whatever, he is not very interested in calligraphy anyway.

Next, Zhang Kun took Xu Hao to continue the transfer.

The next day, in a small Internet cafe in an urban village, Zhang Kun turned on the computer under Xu Hao's expectant gaze, logged in to QQ in a familiar way, and then clicked on the space.

However, when the space was loaded, Zhang Kun was stunned.
Chapter completed!