Chapter 98: Ding Feng Stan

There are always some people who think they have realized something or really realized something like to say. Through the words of a person, you can understand the character of this person, and even the thoughts and feelings of this person when writing. As a generation who was born and raised at the time of reform and opening up, dilapidation of the old and new establishment, they were given the historical mission of exploring this idealistic theories. So, what have you explored? The words are actually spiritual. You can use Zhou Xingxing's "Wudang Basketball" as the background. The storyboard is the first time Zhou Xingxing and Wu Dada met, watching Zhou said in the World Table Tennis Championships; Meow, it's not so funny...

But any words written by Wang Qibu casually are between Kai and Cao. They are very nervous, which looks like his crazy personality. But just between the unevenness of the whole ling, the rhythm is the mysterious and imaginary texture called artistic conception. After half of the poem, Wang Qibu put his pen and calmly, turned around, jumped out, and screamed in his mouth, "Dance with the baby bear, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, and one, two, and then dance, dance, dance, and one, two, and wife, hurry up, your man is tired and hungry to write."

In the dining room, Wang Qibu saw the fried sauce noodles that were already placed on the table and Wang Fei who was amused by him standing next to him, and said seriously, "I really envy your blessings, because you have found someone who can always make you laugh."

"Kid, do you feel a little better?" Wang Fei said with a headache while putting Wang Qibu on his face.

"Yeah, it's very good." If you just talk like this, there's nothing but a little bit of a draw. But what if you use Shinnosuke Nohara's tone? In short, this guy, King Qibu, does it.

So, unconsciously, Meiya's words, "I'm not praising you." Bluffed out. She was slightly surprised and smiled again... "You look in a good mood, and it seems that your affairs are going well."

"It seems that besides choosing a partner's sharp vision, you are not familiar with other visions. Oh, I didn't expect you to discover the depth of my hiding." Wang Qibu was very surprised, and then he said with a slight relief, "Or is a supernatural event like having a clear understanding of one's heart and a little bit of understanding happening to us?"

Wang Fei was defeated and vigorously mixed noodles, which was to the person who angered her. Maybe this was a woman.

"Dad, these consecutive killing games were set up by the child himself?" Wang Yunshan, a member of the Central Military Commission and the captain of the PLA's Special Forces Corps, asked his father.

"Anyway, he hasn't mentioned it to me. What's wrong with Yunshan? I thought you've been used to it over the years." Wang Yucai, Vice Premier of the State Council, was taking care of the pot of orchids given to him by the boss of the early years, without any extra emotional response.

Wang Yunshan smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, to be honest, although I have long stopped treating Qibu as a child, this matter still makes me unable to digest for a while. I even began to suspect that when Qibu passed his master's detainment, he had actually started to make arrangements. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any results that seem scattered but actually linked to each other today."

Wang Yucai stopped the work he had done, but he didn't say anything, as if he was thinking.

So Wang Yunshan began to review it little by little, "I'm afraid that he would go to Hong Kong to maintain stability, which was probably his expectation. After entering Hong Kong, he seemed to be completely reckless in the purpose of storming the gangs. In addition to attacking the evil forces in Hong Kong, he must have thoughts of muddling the water, digging the tiger away from the mountain, alerting the snake, diverting everyone's attention, etc. We can completely imagine that the child used his resources in Hong Kong and deliberately making things bigger through the media. Since he dared to give someone a handle, the child must have guessed that Zhao Zhong would move. Judging from the situation from the report, it is really hard to say how long this line has been staring at the seven-step. This is not counting, but overnight, he grabbed physical evidence, settled the witness, and even persuaded a provincial chief who was appointed to the Central Committee. Tsk, who believes this?

"Hey, it's the uselessness of us adults. Otherwise, we would need such heavy thoughts." Wang Qibu sighed and blamed himself. Then he said, "But it has promoted the first cooperation between the ICAC and the Mainland prosecutors, clearing up the corruption of the two governments. Even my grandson, I would like to praise the child without avoiding relatives. In short, this time my opinion is that Colonel Wang Qibu has exceeded the task assigned to him by the Party and the country, and should be commended."

"I'll give you a reward? I'll express my opinion. Even if Comrade Zhenbang spoke this time, the seven-step military position would never be promoted. Not to mention the past level, it would be impossible to just adjust one level. The sixteen-year-old brigade general was so big a joke that it would be. It's one thing to have credit, but no matter how you call it, you have to pay attention to the impact." Comrade Wang Yunshan could no longer be calm when he heard the word "commendation". Even in order not to let the seven-step mother Lin Shishi collapse, he had to persist like this.

Seeing his son's reaction so strongly, Wang Yu was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter with infinite relief. With such children and grandchildren, the leader of the Republic who had believed in Marxism-Leninism for the rest of his life, actually had some thoughts of thanking God...

"This, this house is a bit exaggerated, right? Who doesn't know how to pay attention to the influence? It's not impossible to enjoy it. Build the outside into a warehouse, and spend money on your life. Do you have to make it like a Taj Mahal like this?" Against the backdrop of the sound of rain, looking at the super mansion in front of you, Shen Qingge, who had just been summoned by someone from Yangcheng, complained to Wei Ni who came with him like this.

"Your mouth is so cheap. I'm now telling you that if you get angry with the young leader, I won't help you when you get beaten up." Wei Ni warned after wiping the rain on his short hair. After saying that, he rang the doorbell.

"Beat? Don't tell me the rumor that the ten-year-old brat fights Cao Fei alone, you really believe it." Shen Qingge screamed strangely.

"I believe it. Why don't you believe it?" Wei Ni asked, "I should believe it just by the little leader of the day."

"Okay, okay, everything is possible. Maybe the one who opens the door for us in a while is the queen of the emperor Wang Fei." Faced with Wei Nishou's stubbornness (Shen Qingge is so sure), Shen Qingge continued to complain like this with retreat to advance and whimsical (same as above).

The door opens...

Shen Qingge:...

"You two are writing in seven steps, so wait here for a moment. The tea was just brewed before you entered the door, please use it slowly." Wang Fei, the queen of the glorious on the stage, was entertaining guests for his man like his little wife.

"Thank you." Wei Ni responded politely.

"..." Shen Qingge continued to be dumbfounded.

"Let them come to the study." As if in my ears, the boy's steady voice sounded. Fortunately, Shen Qingge and Wei Ni couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes full of fear. People are always fearless because of ignorance. Unfortunately, these two people still know a little about the concept of masters. And the peeking of the leopard in this tube is enough to be awe of the owner of this voice.

Wang Fei led, Chen and Wei to the study and saw a handsome young man with long hair writing. He kept saying, "It's not necessary to report. I'm not very interested in the specific situation. In short, thank you for your hard work. Now I need you to make a choice, to return to the team or to transfer the 11th Army to be my soldiers."

Silence, time is neither long nor short. "Why choose us?" Wei Ni asked.

"Because you know you," Wang Qibu replied, looking at Shen Qingge and said, "And won't you have the chance to test the authenticity of the incident of a ten-year-old brat fighting Cao Fei alone?" The distance and the sound of rain could not make the six senses of the master of Transformation Realm Superman break down.

"Can you show me the words you wrote?" What Wei Ni and Wang Qibu didn't expect was that Shen Qingge suddenly said this.

But Wang Qibu left the platform and turned sideways and made a gesture of inviting him.

"Ding Fengbo... that old Taoist god." Shen Qingge, who came up, murmured when he saw the words.

"I think this should mean agreeing." Wang Qibu, who was not planning to delve into anything, smiled and asked Wei Ni, "Where are you, big guy?"

"Do you want to go home? My father's body has become worse and worse in the past two years. I don't feel at ease when I go back to see you often." said the giant man who has been away from home for more than ten years.

So, it was finally Wang Qibu's turn to laugh.

The desk center, which is revealed on the Red Star Rice Paper, is a passage like this: "In the first ten months before the return, heavy rain hit the city, sitting upright on the pavilion, looking at the flies and dogs indifferently, the bamboo buds in my chest are prosperous, and my spirits are calm. I pretend to be like this. I can't see the red water of the Xiang River, and I lean on the small building to smell the wind and fishy wind. The evil officials and bandits are as fierce as evil, who is afraid? A sea of ​​blood is sailing. The lotus moon is raining and the house is clear, and the city is rising, and the opening and closing are dangerously walking on thin ice. When I climb to the bleak place, the mist gathers, and the clouds and the wind."

Many years ago, Shen Qingge was in an old Taoist temple not far from the east of the village and was tidy with an accent that he always said to him, "This name is really a bit heavier. It's better to be called by the villagers like this. At least your life will not be killed by this name."

"But there are always people calling Daming." The young Shen Qingge asked in distress.

"It's okay, one day you will meet you, a person who is more serious than you, and set all the evil spirits and winds." Shen Qingge knew that the determination in the old Taoist words was just now...
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