Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The owner of the canteen may have been depressed for a long time. Seeing that these two people had no intention of leaving, he made a profitable business by the way.

Then he opened his chat box and started talking nonchalantly:

"You want to say that Leng Qianyu is the little girl we grew up watching, Shui Lingyou.

She is a nice person, and after becoming famous, people often give her things, let me tell you."

The old man was mysterious, as if he was telling some big news:

"Someone will send you a car and a big brother!"

As he spoke, his face was full of wonder and envy. In this era, holding a mobile phone and driving a Santana is a symbol of wealth.

This is better than giving away a luxury home in the future!

"Be good! So the girl didn't agree?"

Zhang Chengdao is not a person who doesn't like the fireworks of the world. He can endure his temper and happily opens a small shop in a Chinese neighborhood in England every day. He certainly knows what ordinary people's life is.

These days, a household worth 200 yuan is a rarity, and the salary of a female worker in a high-efficiency textile factory in Suzhou is less than yuan!

Spending hundreds of thousands is indeed a big deal.

"No!" The uncle slammed the table and said indignantly: "Either those people are just talking nonsense.

Xiao Leng is not interested in this, how could he run away greedy for money!

It's because those people are jealous that these things happen!

Let me tell you, you deserve it! "

The uncle sighed and said with some confusion:

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case. We, Xiao Leng's neighbors, are all old neighbors too. How could we let Gou Wa Zi starve to death?

Not to mention that the barking was so loud in the past two days. Usually when the dog barks, someone will go and check it out. "

After bidding farewell to the boss, the father and son found a big tree, found two rocking chairs, and sat in the shade of the tree.

Zhang Xiao frowned and thought about the somewhat complicated relationship, trying to figure out a line.

He always felt that something was wrong here, but he didn't know what was wrong:

"Dad, should we ask more questions and find some clues?"

Zhang Chengdao looked at him strangely and said in confusion:

"Why are you looking for clues? Wait until the sun sets and find Leng Qianyu directly. If you ask, won't you know everything?"

ah? Zhang Xiao opened his mouth slightly.

I suddenly reacted, why didn’t I think of that!

Yes, this is not like making a movie, peeling off threads, reversing and reversing, and finding out the hidden clues bit by bit.

Finally, the truth was found and the culprit was identified.

What is the situation now?

Zhang Chengdao, the young master of Longhu Mountain!

There is also a young Celestial Master, the leader of the younger generation at Hogwarts, the next legend, Xiao Zhang, whom Dumbledore has high hopes for!

In movies, there are characters that everyone immediately knows when they appear is the ending.

Not to mention suspected ghosts, even when the thousand-year-old ghost king comes, you have to nod and bend over to hand over two cigarettes. "Shangxian, the little ghost below does not understand the rules. Please forgive me!"

My mother said that Zhang Chengdao became the Young Heavenly Master not because he was the son of the Old Heavenly Master, but because he earned his reputation in every battle!

Or he didn't position himself properly. Why did Zhao Yuanxu just send someone over to handle some chores?

It's because Zhao Yuanxu has absolute confidence in his father.

Zhang Xiao was heartbroken.

"Xiaoxiao, it's been quite hard during this period. If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, let's take a good sleep." Zhang Chengdao lay comfortably in the rocking chair.

I didn't know when I took out a cattail leaf fan in my hand, and I was fanning myself comfortably.

"Back then, I followed your grandfather down the mountain and experienced the same kind of asceticism, but ours was much further away.

At that time, I was not much older than you, and what I looked forward to most was to meet the victim, so that I could not only have a full meal, but also have a good sleep.

What a pity. The world was in chaos at that time, and it was difficult to find a quiet place in China, which is so vast."

Zhang Chengdao said softly, squinting his eyes slightly and looking up through the dense and mottled shade of the trees. He felt that time was really magical.

China, which is extremely weak and can be bullied by anyone, has come to where it is today in just the blink of an eye.

Maybe it still has some shortcomings, but it is indeed vigorous and full of vitality.

It seems that it was just tired after a long time, took a short nap, and now stands up again, returning to its original position.

Zhang Xiao gradually fell into sleep while listening to the chirping of cicadas in his ears, feeling the slightly hot wind, and the unique sense of solidity in his homeland.

Time passed very quickly, and the originally blazing sun had turned into a large red disk, gradually tilting westward, and the temperature had dropped.

Some people can be seen occasionally on the originally deserted streets, most of them are old people. It seems that just like what the owner of the canteen said, many people with a clear conscience have not left.

Zhang Xiao stood up and rubbed his face. He quickly escaped from the groggy feeling after sleeping, only to find that his father was standing aside, seemingly looking at something.

Many people were walking in one direction with small stools. Their conversations were not loud, and their faces looked like they were going to a theater.

"woke up?"

Zhang Chengdao turned around and shook his head at his son: "Let's go and have a look too!"

After agreeing, Zhang Xiao put away the rocking chair while no one was paying attention, and the two of them followed the crowd together.

The small square at the end of the village was already crowded with people.

The uncles and aunts were all sitting on small wooden stools, and some children were running around, shouting happily from time to time.

Not long after, a shout suddenly came from the distance: "It's coming, it's coming!"

The square was quiet for a moment, and many people couldn't help but stand up, looking in one direction with their feet raised.

A dilapidated minibus drove over with black smoke and stopped in the open space.

Several young people jumped out from inside and put on their worn and faded Taoist robes.

Then he called on the villagers to help carry things.

Zhang Xiao:.

He couldn't help but look at his father, but found that Zhang Chengdao didn't have any strange expression. On the contrary, his expression became much more serious.

"Xiaoxiao, take a look first and then talk later."

Zhang Xiao nodded, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and followed it seriously.

Those young people in blue coats carried an altar table and walked noisily into a small courtyard in front of the square.

"Folks, the Master said that this kind of ceremony is not suitable for people to watch, so in the small courtyard, please don't make any noise and don't sit on the wall!"

Many onlookers in the square immediately let out sighs of disappointment, and many people even shouted:

"Wang Fugui, that's not what you said when you collected money before."

"Yeah yeah!"

Wang Fugui blushed and started arguing with them:

"The mage said that if there are many people watching, the spell may not work!