MTL - Feng Mang-Chapter 216 Years thirty.

Back in the dormitory, Han Dong looked to make up for sleep, ready to raise his spirits and go out to play at night.

When Wang Zhongding arrived, Han Dongwo slept soundly in the big bed.

He slaps off Han Dong's buttocks and slams a soft mass of meat.

"stand up.

Han Dong rolled over, humming his head on Wang Zhongding's leg, "What? Wang Zhongding asked with his ears, "Where do you want to go to sleep at night?" "No ~" Han Dong smiled wakingly.

Wang Zhongding wanted to drag him up and talk, but Han Dong seemed to have no bones, and he collapsed back to bed after a while.

Wang Zhongding had no choice but to grab his back with one arm and came in a "father feeding" posture.

"I ask you, what do you think of old and young love?" Wang Zhongding asked tentatively.

Han Dong opened his eyes with a small slit and replied lazily: "If it's yours, I'd like nothing wrong." "If it's you, can you accept it?" What a ranking.

If I'm old and young, I can accept it.

If she is old and young, then talk free.

Hearing this, Wang Zhongding was more down-to-earth in his heart.

"But ..." Han Dong spoke sharply.

"It also depends on how old it is. If it is within my acceptable range, I can consider it.

"What if more than eighty? Han Dong opened his eyes sharply. "How much?" "" More than eighty.

Han Dong froze first, then laughed loudly, and Wang Zhongding's arms shook with his shoulders.

"Did you watch the news last night?" Han Dong asked with a smile.

Wang Zhongding is unclear. So, "The news last night?" "That's the news that the 26-year-old guy **** the 81-year-old old man **** and then killed first! Do you think I'm the suspect? Hahaha ..." Wang Zhongding, "... I'll tell you the truth, you're serious.

It took Han Dong a long time to laugh back.

Wang Zhongding asked, "Do you know that I have a grandfather in his eighties?" Han Dong pretended to be a panic, "Will the old man be your grandpa?" Wang Zhongding was black-faced, "Believe it or not, I will draw you Han Dong quickly broke away from Wang Zhongding's arms and waved to the side with a smile.

"Speaking of fun, don't get angry, hahaha ..." Wang Zhongding ignored him.

Han Dong crawled back again, seriously and replied, "I know your grandpa, isn't it Wang Xuezhi? He was born in 1929 and was a deputy political commissar of the BJ Military Region Air Force.

Participated in the liberation war, the war of resistance against the United States and aid of North Korea.

He had the title of "flying shark in the air", and later he bothered to call him "old shark" ... Wang Zhongding was nervous. "How do you know so clearly?" Han Dongdala said: "I figured it out. Ah! "Wang Zhongding was suddenly annoyed." You can't even count that person's name. Can you figure out my grandpa's nickname? "" Name? What's the name? "Han Dong was confused.

Wang Zhongding looked at him for a while and then suddenly said, "My grandpa has a birthmark on his thigh.

"" Your grandpa has a birthmark on his thigh, what does it have to do with me ... "Han Dong said half of a sudden hesitated.

birthmark? Why do you mention his grandfather's birthmark? Han Dong thought of the trials started by Wang Zhongding, and then remembered the previous experience, he suddenly had an unknown feeling.

Should I take out the other enemy's affairs during sleepwalking? Then Wang Zhongding happened to find a birthmark on his grandfather's leg again, so he thought ... Han Dong suddenly wanted to lick the bed and laugh, but I didn't let the donkey kick in my head. How could I like the old man in his eighties? But he didn't dare. He was afraid that Wang Zhongding was just an unintentional word, so saying that would be selling himself.

Wang Zhongding looked at Han Dong with a look of sincerity and horror, and thought that he realized what he was thinking.

"What happened to my grandpa's birthmark?" Asked deliberately.

Han Dong busyly replied: "Nothing, I just wonder why I didn't figure it out ..." My Zhongding looked at Han Dong's expression again. It didn't seem so guilty.

So think about it, why do you care about catching the wind? One love enemy is also extinct, and two are also extinction. The soldiers came to cover the water and the soil! After Han Dong got up, the two had a meal together, and then Wang Zhongding drove him home.

"Tomorrow is 30 years old. Do you want to go back to live today?" Han Dong asked.

Wang Zhongding faintly replied, "I have a lot of people at home, and I'm a mess.

Han Dong said nothing.

During the Spring Festival, the streets of Beijing are unobstructed, and there are many flowers along the way, the lights are swaying, and the night scenery is exceptionally beautiful.

Wang Zhongding suddenly realized that he and Han Dong had been together for more than half a year, but such nights were rare.

As soon as Han Dong saw the billboard hanging for two months, he exclaimed, "Look! My poster!" Wang Zhongding cooperated to look out, and Han Dong's hard photo really lost everyone.

The next morning, Wang Zhongding got up and asked Han Dong: "Where do you want to play?" "Do you not need to go home?" Han Dong was surprised.

Wang Zhongding said, "Go back at night.

Han Dong said immediately excitedly: "Then let's go shopping, I haven't been shopping for a long time.

"Wang Zhongding cast a disgusting look." I was too lazy to go shopping with you.

That being said, in the end, he reluctantly accompanied Han Dong.

There is a sloping street of cigarette bags on the waterfront of Shicha, full of various small shops, and it is very lively in the early morning.

Wang Zhongding said as he walked, "At this time next year, you can't come.

Han Dong wondered, "Why? "" You have to block half the street as soon as you come.

"Wang Zhongding boasted his daughter-in-law in disguise.

"I love to hear this, ha ha ha ha ..." Han Dong knew all about Wang Zhongding.

"Be honest!" Wang Zhongding reprimanded sharply.

Han Dong hurriedly retracted his hand.

After visiting for a while, Han Dong suddenly dragged Wang Zhongding and said, "Look, you see, the drinks they are taking are all white smoke.

"Wang Zhongding looked at him obliquely:" What's strange? Just put dry ice.

As a big fairy, you do n’t even know this? "In fact, Han Dong knows that he just wants to drink.

Wang Zhongding glanced over there, and at least twenty people were standing in line, so he said, "There are pigment additives in it, which is not good at all.

Han Dong had no choice but to give up.

Then two people walked into a craft shop.

Han Dong kept pointing and pointing, saying for a while that this manual work was not as good as him, and then saying that the manual work was not as good as him, and the boss rolled his eyes.

Wang Zhongding couldn't stand Han Dong's suffering, so he went out ahead of time.

Not far from the drink shop, a young man handed a glass of tumbled smoked drink to his girlfriend.

The girlfriend took a sip and smiled like a flower.

"Is it delicious?" The young man asked.

Girlfriend clearly feels average, but because the guy has been so crowded for a long time, still nodded and satisfied.

The guy also leaned his head over and took a sip on the straw that his girlfriend had contained.

The two smiled at each other, and all kinds of sweetness came to mind.

Wang Zhongding kept staring at their backs.

So when Han Dong came out, Wang Zhongding also had a glass of that drink in his hand.

"Well? Did you really buy it? The movement is too fast?" Han Dong was pleasantly surprised.

Wang Zhongding wanted to say: Lao Tzu has been here for a long time, and the chemical reaction of dry ice is over if you never come out again! Han Dong couldn't wait to take a sip.

"How?" Wang Zhongding asked.

Han Dong kept nodding, "You're right, TM is not delicious! It's all about the taste of additives.

"Give me ..." Before saying "taste", Han Dong threw it into the trash can, "I can't drink, go!" "Wang Zhongding," ... "Soon, the two entered another match shop.

There are matchboxes with various patterns and match heads in various colors.

Han Dong glanced at the matchbox with small and medium priestly patterns and picked it up for a long time.

"Would you like one?" Asked Wang Zhongding.

Wang Zhongding looked helpless, "What do you want it to do?" "It's fun! Not much money ..." "Waste.

"Wang Zhongding was cold.

"The watch in your room is not wasted?" "I kept the appreciation, what are you doing here? Antitide?" Han Dong had to put it back.

After a while, Han Dong suddenly wanted to smoke, so he went to Wang Zhongding and touched the lighter. As a result, he did not touch the lighter, but instead touched a matchbox.

I thought that Wang Zhongding was going to surprise himself, but after grinding it out, the pattern of the matchbox turned out to be a watch.

"Your uncle! Don't let me buy it, secretly pick up a box?" Wang Zhongding pretended to be innocent, "I don't know who plugged it.

Han Dong made him scream with anger, hung a small cigarette and said, "Give me some!" Wang Zhongding also drew a cigarette in his mouth.

The two drew their sides, each pointing to each other.

Sure enough, this sweetness is more suitable for two men.

A simple and happy day brought Han Dong's grievance to an end.

The crowds on the street dispersed, and Wanjia lights were on.

The lively atmosphere has just opened, but Wang Zhongding has to face Han Dong alone.

One person clicks the firecrackers, one person watches the Spring Festival Gala, one person listens to the bell ringing ... Wang Zhongding dare not think.

Han Dong has gone through this for more than ten years.

Hurry back and don't let your parents wait.

"Han Dongchao Wang Zhongding urged.

Wang Zhongding nodded. "There was a party in the company, and everyone who did not return home was celebrating there.

Erlei, Li Tao, Guan Xue, Kahn are all there.

Han Dong gritted his teeth. "Why didn't you say it earlier?" Knowing that I wouldn't be with you until now.

"Okay, go if you want.

Han Dongchao Wang Zhongding waved his hand and drove away quickly.