"I said Liu Li, you asked Zheng Xiaoqing to deal with this matter. What you want to see is not just his camp, right?"

"Camp? Major, you really think, your imagination is too rich." Liu Li squinted her eyes and teased, "When did I mention the problem of doubting his camp?"

"Ah? Then wouldn't you let him go and die? What's so scary about that man..."

"Don't, Zheng Xiao-hyun, don't worry too much about him. After experiencing the magician, I believe he will make progress and learn from his mistakes. He has been going well all the way. Feng Zhange has not stopped his spirit, and Bai Xiaosha has not made him more steady. I know his..." Liu Li took out two cigarettes from his pocket and reached out to hand them to Chen Miaosen. Chen Miaosen took it over and touched a box of matches on the table. The two of them lit cigarettes and started smoking. Liu Li spitted out a mouthful of turbid cigarettes, and then he spoke again, "Although this kid has many secrets in his heart, he always puts things like 'I have secrets in my heart' on his face. He doesn't look like a child of this age. He always feels that he has grown up. He has urged him to grow up for some reason, but he doesn't know that he has many disadvantages at the same time."

"Disadvantage?" Chen Miaosen's smoking movements couldn't help but stop and think about it for a while. "I'm very proud of myself? I'm still proud and complacent. To be honest, I don't understand it very much. But to be honest, when I was with this kid, I didn't feel like I was talking to a teenager at all. I had the illusion of communicating with you like an old man."

"Don't compliment me. I have not achieved such a success at this age. Zheng Xiaoqiu, how can I say..." Liu Li pinched his eyebrows with a headache, "This kid is still not enough in some aspects. He is still easy to underestimate the enemy. He can't change the point of underestimating the enemy. The colonel has read in my ears many times. Zheng Xiaoqiu has a strong **tips on something, which has led to him... he does not allow himself to retreat easily in front of every thing, nor does he allow himself to be timid. At the most serious time, he will still think about taking responsibility by himself and using his own strength."

"So, you want to use this opportunity to exercise him, right?" Chen Miaosen grinned, "It's you, you really dare to implement such a very dangerous thing."

After getting the task order, Zheng Xiaoqi returned to the hotel without hesitation. He began to greet Luo Jinghong and Feng Zhange to simply pack their luggage and briefly explain the reason.

Feng Zhange, who heard that he had something to do, was naturally full of energy and worked very hard to pack things up; Luo Jinghong asked Zheng Xiaoxiao about his physical condition with concern, but she still felt that Zheng Xiaoxiao didn't have to force it.

"It's not a problem. Although what Brother Chen said is scary, I vaguely feel that he is fooling me." Zheng Xiaoliang explained.

"No way? Is this old man still doing such a child's thing?"

"I don't know, think about it, if this matter is really that terrifying, then why does Brother Chen still need to look at the task list? Shouldn't the task of an emergency be memorized in my heart? According to Brother Chen's character, he doesn't care that such things will not exist. So I concluded that Brother Chen seemed to be covering up something or want to tell me something." Zheng Xiaoqiu said this, and pointed to his mind, "But I can't figure out what Brother Chen wants to tell me, so I just don't think about it. It's better to let go."

"Hmph, you always ignore your body like this!" Luo Jinghong gave Zheng Xiaoyu a punch, and the pink and light fist hit Zheng Xiaoyu's chest, like a child's fist hitting against the stone wall. Luo Jinghong exclaimed, shook his hand and cursed a few times, "I don't care, you won't allow me to be thrown away this time!"

After saying this, Luo Jinghong found something wrong and added: "Don't leave us behind! Otherwise, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

Zheng Xiaoqiu didn't hear what Luo Jinghong said for a moment. He quickly raised his hand and surrendered, "I know, I will definitely not, my eldest lady!"

Soon, the three of them briefly packed their luggage they should bring and left the northern gate of Xichuan City.

Along the way, Luo Jinghong, a "foreign friend", seemed crazy, and was no different from the birds flying. Every time a plant or a beautiful flower appeared, she could scream with a pleasant sound. She also carried a magnifying glass with her, and also a thick book. Whenever she met a plant she had never seen before, she quickly opened the thick book, confirmed the name of the plant and screened the plants. There were groups of bento grown and picked it as a specimen; she would look for plants that grew alone around to see if there were any plants growing in other places, and some were made into specimens, and no...the picture was drawn by Feng Zhansing.

It is said that Feng Zhange's sketching skills are so high that even Zheng Xiaoqiu did not expect. Luo Jinghong has a kind of "crazy" for unknown plants that ordinary people do not have. In front of only one plant within a radius of 100 meters, she dared not pick it, for fear that she would lose this flower forever after picking it, so she was very depressed and depressed.

Seeing Luo Jinghong so depressed, Feng Zhange stepped forward to ask the reason. When he learned that Luo Jinghong was unhappy about this, Feng Zhange thought for a moment and said with a smile: "I can't make a specimen, what if I paint a plant for you?"

"Hey? Draw a plant?" Luo Jinghong exclaimed, clutching Feng Zhange's shoulders ecstatically, with stars emerging in his eyes, "Do you still know how to draw pigeons? I really can't tell!"

Luo Jinghong walked around Feng Zhange, very curious. Feng Zhange seemed a little embarrassed by Luo Jinghong's trick. He silently took out a stack of paper from his luggage, then grabbed a pen into his coat, and then scratched his head and looked around, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Luo Jinghong asked curiously.

"Wood boards, flat boards." Feng Zhange was afraid that Luo Jinghong would not understand, so he added, "It is used for painting. The paper is too soft and there is no flat board to mat it. I am afraid it will break easily."

"The flat wooden board..." Luo Jinghong kept muttering. Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through their minds, and they all looked at Zheng Xiaoliang, who was gnawing chicken legs.

Zheng Xiaoqi was so excited that he was gaze at the two of them. He stopped gnawing at the chicken legs at his mouth, and hurriedly stretched out the bag full of chicken legs hanging around his waist and asked, "You... want to come some too?"

"Get out!" the two of them cursed with a smile as if they were in tune with each other.

The confused Zheng Xiaoxiao was quickly pulled by the plant by the two of them. After listening to their explanations, Zheng Xiaoxiao glanced at Feng Zhange in a little surprised. Feng Zhange was also shivered by Zheng Xiaoxia's surprised eyes, so he had to explain the reason to them: "This is what my sister taught me since she was a child. She said that boys would like to fight and kill all day long. Men should learn how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, make good food, and grab a woman's stomach, so that women will marry me in the future."

"Is this why my sister fights and kills all day long?" Zheng Xiaoqi complained. He patted Feng Zhange's arm and shook his head helplessly, "It's not easy, brother..."

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