Lang rode a bamboo horse roaring

Children's wounds heal quickly, scabs form within a day, and the skin tends to be replaced with new flesh in a few days.

Lan Shan's hands were itchy, and he couldn't help but to touch his wound. This was an old problem from his previous life. He knew it was bad, but he couldn't change it.In the past, Bai Zhou was in charge, but now...

Lan Shan's hands were clenched, his legs were straightened, and he was hooped like a tendon, and Bai Zhou stared wide-eyed.

He looked at Bai Zhouyi's stubborn expression: "...Aren't you going to play with toys?"

The three-year-old Bai Zhouyi naturally didn't know the truth about infection and scars, but since the first time he saw Lan Shan sneakily squeezing the wound and making his healed knee drip with blood again, he immediately started to do it. The dishonest Lan Shan pressed firmly.

like now.

Bai Zhou shook his head and said, "I let go, but you pick again."

Lan Shan said, "I don't pick."

Bai Zhou shook his head more firmly: "I don't believe it."

So Lan Shan could only look up helplessly, thinking that Bai Zhouyi was really his nemesis.

It's okay to be controlled before, but it's all re-trained in Xinshou Village, and I'm still being pinned to death by the three-year-old Xiaozhou.

Incomprehensible, only explained as blood suppression.

Lanshan deserved to be under the control of Bai Zhou for the rest of his life.

Contradictions between three-year-old children are as easy to heal as wounds. On the night of Lanshan's fall, Niuniu Dazhuang came to the door and apologized tearfully. Touched some candy in the jar to comfort the two frightened children.

However, when Lan Shan was doing these diplomatic tasks, Bai Zhouyi turned his back to the door, arranged the number balls angrily, and refused to talk to them.

He was born with a scar constitution, and the wound healed slowly, leaving scars.

Lan Shan yelled twice, but got no response, so he let him go.

After seeing off Niuniu Dazhuang, Lan Shan turned to look for Bai Zhouyi who was sulking.

He didn't talk about the principles of generosity and generosity.

Because the three-year-old Bai Zhouyi is very cute, Lan Shan unilaterally believes that he has the right to be willful and unforgiving.

"Don't be angry." Lan Shan poked Bai Zhouyi's cheeks protruding from the candy, "Play digital ball with you."

Bai Zhou snorted vaguely, and proudly agreed.

The summer wind blows for two days, and at the end, a few fallen leaves are rolled up.

Autumn is coming sooner than expected.

Having stayed in the long-lost childhood for a few months, Lan Shan has also gotten used to the current life.He can mingle with the children in the community without disobedience, being active as if he is a child of this age, and gradually learning not to think about the regrets of the past.

Memories of past lives are like a lengthy movie, it’s over after it’s played, and one has to move on after leaving the movie theater.

It's just that a certain Bai Zhouyi, who is co-starring with Lan Shan, often dreams in the form of video.

Lan Shan rides with him in his dream, or quarrels and abuses. Every morning when he wakes up from anger, Lan Shan will pedal and run to the neighbor's house, rubbing his young Bai Zhou and muttering to himself like a mantra, the content Roughly speaking, "Such a cute baby can't be disabled", "Bai Zhouyi is really obedient and cute", "Why do you want to grow up?"... and other bewildered remarks.

Fortunately, when he was young, Bai Zhou focused on calmness, courage and calmness, so he didn't dismiss Lan Shan who was talking nonsense as a mental illness.

Children aged 3 and 4 have a growth period in a few days. After the summer, Xiaolanshan and Xiaobaizhouyi finally gained the "free activity rights in the community", expanding the scope of activities from the [-]-square-meter home to the entire garden.

Lan Shan was standing in the gazebo, the scarf strangled him a bit. God knows why he wears a scarf in the early October weather, but Lan Shan knew that if he didn't wear it, his mother would nick his ears off.

A four-year-old child has no autonomy in dressing.

Lan Shan looked at the "bloated" children in Yishui in the square, and at Bai Zhouyi who was pulling his sweater beside him, feeling a lot more at ease.

It is better to be alone than to be unlucky. If everyone has no autonomy, it means that everyone has autonomy.

"Coffee boy-" From a distance, Da Zhuang shouted to this side, Lanshan's nickname was leaked by Bai Zhouyi, and it has spread throughout the community, "Whether the mouse steals oil or not, we almost catch it human!"

"No—" Blue Mountain shouted back, "I'm going home for dinner."

He turned his head and wanted to remind Bai Zhouyi to pay attention to the time, but he didn't speak in the end.

As soon as Bai Zhou sat on the stone bench, his arms were raised up, and he could barely reach the table. The stone table in front of him, the jar was pressed with a piece of plastic Go cloth, and when the wind blew, it would rattle.

Bai Zhou held a black chess piece and made a quiet move in the wind.

On the chessboard, the black chess is fighting fiercely, and the white chess has become a siege, occupying the few remaining territories.

Bai Zhouyi's opponent was an old man who could be called a grandfather depending on his age. He glanced at the chessboard, stroked his sparse beard, and said, "No need to play, I won."

Bai Zhou didn't say anything, he just put the chess pieces back into the altar.

"Go back to eat." Lan Shan reminded, "It's six o'clock."

Bai Zhou nodded. He didn't like to play with children of the same age. The games there didn't attract him. He was used to sitting in the gazebo, playing with digital balls, or simply watching people go by.An old man came to the gazebo today, and he started to set the chessboard as soon as he sat down. Seeing Bai Zhou looking at him, he smiled and asked if he wanted to play a game.

As soon as Bai Zhou knew how to play Go, he didn't even know the rules, but sitting was still sitting, he nodded.

Then he was killed by that old bullying bully.

The old man won a round completely, and he didn't feel ashamed to bully the weak at all, he just asked with a smile, if the little friend wants to play another round.

Bai Zhouyi agreed again.

Undoubtedly crushed again.

But it's barely readable compared to the last one.

As soon as Bai Zhou jumped off the stone bench and was about to leave with Lan Shan, he heard the old man ask, "Have you ever learned Go?"

"No." Bai Zhou replied as soon as he stopped.

"Then how do you understand routines?" The old man didn't believe it. Although Bai Zhouyi's moves in the second set were very jerky, they obviously had professional thinking.

"What's a 'routine'?" Bai Zhou looked at him and said, "I followed your example."

The old man was startled, and then he realized that Bai Zhouyi's moves in the second round were ambiguously copying his own way of moving in a similar situation in the first round.

This child is only a few years old, and he has learned to draw inferences from one instance.

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Bai Zhouyi carefully.

Bai Zhou lowered his eyes and pulled the hair on his collar. His snow-white face looked a little impatient, but it was not because of the two disastrous defeats, but because he was anxious to go home for dinner.

He is very calm and calm.

It looks like a fucking talent.

The old man stroked his beard, made up his mind, and asked with a smile: "I think you and I have a certain fate. Would you like to be a long-term chess friend with me and meet every evening with chess?"

Bai Zhou couldn't fully understand what he said, but he still shook his head and said solemnly: "No, I'm going to watch cartoons with Lan Shan in the evening, and he will be angry if I don't accompany him."

"I won't be angry!" Lan Shan, who was eavesdropping, was dissatisfied, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"You will." Bai Zhou was determined.

Before the old man could say anything, Bai Zhou pulled up Lan Shan and left quickly.

"Don't talk to strangers, it's not safe." He taught Lan Shan a lesson.

"Didn't you talk about it?" Lan Shan felt ridiculous, "You sat face to face with him for an hour!"

"We didn't talk." Bai Zhouyi was very strict, "We were just... playing chess."

"..." Lan Shan said speechlessly, "Okay."

Indeed, I have never heard of a human trafficker who abducted a child by playing Go. If there is, it cannot be called a human trafficker.

That should be called Bole, which specializes in fishing for exotic horses like Bai Zhouyi.

Although Lan Shan and Bai Zhouyi went back together, they still had to go back to their respective houses for dinner. Although the parents of both sides welcomed each other to have dinner, they couldn't stay together all day long like conjoined twins.

Lan Shan was sitting on the baby stool. His chair was too short, and he couldn't raise his head when he sat on it. He tried his best to eat, and vowed that he would be bigger than Bai Zhouyi.

But before that, he has to grow up to the point where he can sit in a regular chair.

Lan Shan was stuffing ducks for himself, when he heard Lan Junsheng spitting all over the place, excitedly saying like a pyramid scheme: "So I have to buy Hong Kong stocks, buy them now, sell them later, and make a fortune!"

Lan Shan put the bowl down with a snap.

He remembers that when he was three or four years old, it was the period when the stock market was falsely prosperous and ready for a big dive at any time.

If Lan Junsheng really threw his money into the stock market, even if his small savings were not in vain, he would definitely not make any money.

Really want to get rich...

There is no way.

Lan Shan slapped the table and stood up: "Want to get rich?"

He is menacing and majestic, like a God of Wealth descended from heaven, protected by holy light.

Lan Shan said loudly: "Buy a house! Buying a house can definitely make you rich!"

In the next second, he was shocked.

"Sit down, little bastard! Wouldn't it be fun if you fell?!" Zheng Yuan said angrily, "If you are only a few years old and get rich and rich, you should lose money... eat your food!"

"I'm full!" Lan Shan covered his head, biting his lips aggrievedly, but still insisted, "I really want to buy a house! The house by the river, that house can rise to 20 in ten years!! Really, ancestor Give it to me in a dream!"

"Go, go, what ancestors are not ancestors, socialist country, be more pragmatic!" Mr. Lan Jun took him out, "Go, go, find a boat to play when you are full, don't interrupt when adults talk!"

"Really, really." A second before being pushed out of the door, Lan Shan was still struggling, "Believe me, this is a chance for our family to make a fortune! Oops!"

He landed on his buttocks, grinning from the fall, unable to speak from the pain.

"Pull it down, haha, your father and I, who are engaged in real estate, don't understand?" Lan Junsheng looked at the sprawling Blue Mountain and laughed, "Besides, if the village by the river is sold for 20 yuan, other houses must be sold. How expensive, money is worthless, why make a fortune, go and play, don't worry about salty carrots!"

The door is closed.

"You know what a fart!" Lan Shan rubbed his butt, and said angrily, "I'm talking about 20 yuan per square meter! The pedantic people of the old age have no brains, so they deserve to be unable to make a fortune."

After he finished scolding, he felt sorry again.

What a chance to make a fortune, what a chance to make a fortune.

Lan Shan frowned, realizing that he had just missed the opportunity to become a rich second generation.

The banknotes disappeared like running water, and Lan Shan was so distressed that his face turned green.

He is not reconciled, he still has to try.

Use some curves to save the country.

"Baizhou——open the door——" A few seconds later, Lan Shan stood at the door of Baizhou's family, hammered on the door hard, and said loudly, "You tell your parents to buy a house quickly. It depends on whether our family can flourish. This time!"

Lan Shan's voice resounded through the aisle, and the strength of the knock on the door was incomparably moving.

He called Bai Zhou's family very intimately, unconsciously, it had risen to the level of "family".

damn it.

Lan Shan stood on tiptoe and rang the doorbell vigorously.

He has a dream!

Even if he is a child bride, he still wants to be the eldest mistress of a wealthy family!