"I'm here, I'm here."

Chen Qing squatted down and hugged Chen Man in his arms. He suddenly realized that it might be because Chen Man was worried that he had more or less ignored the fact that he was just a child.

After all, he is just a seven-year-old child.

"We won't go to class today. Can I take you to eat meat?" Chen Qing comforted again.

"I'm a little sad." Chen Man looked up at Chen Qing, without expression, but tears were still flowing, dizzying the dry blood on his face.

Chen Qing felt uncomfortable. Perhaps Chen Man would feel much better when he cried like other children, but his heart was so serious that he was crying.

"Okay, okay, let's eat meat today." Chen Qing took his hand.

Chen Man shrank, "My schoolbag is still in the classroom."

A moment later, Chen Man came back with his bulging schoolbag.

Chen Qing carefully wiped the blood from his face, and the two of them walked out of the school.

Chen Qing was afraid that he would talk about the topic just now, so he kept looking for the topic: "What is your book packaged? So many?"

"A toy."

"What are you doing with toys?" Chen Qingqi said. Chen Man has very few toys, he picked them up by himself. He usually puts them on the bed, touching the toy's head when he sleeps, even if he is playing.

"Sell it!" Chen Man said again.

"..." Chen Qing was speechless: "What did you do after selling it?"

"Buy something."

“…”

There is no logic at all.

Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

Chen Qing looked at Chen Man's outfit, which was quite clean, but it was old, so he had to buy a few sets of clothes.

Chen Man was wearing bright and lively children's clothes, and Chen Qing was looking forward to it. He began to plan how to match it in his mind.

With the blessing of the nerve circuit, thousands of combinations soon appeared in Chen Qing's mind...

The two walked silently. After a while, Chen Man stopped at the intersection and said to Chen Qing: "You wait."

Chen Qing had no choice but to stand there, and saw Chen Man crossing the road and entering a stationery store.

Chen Man came inside very familiarly, and rushed to a counter and pointed at a pen: "I want this."

The owner was a little fat middle-aged man. He took out the pen and looked at it and marked the price: "18 yuan."

Chen Man calmly put his schoolbag on the ground, took out a Transformer with a broken hand, placed it on the counter, and placed it straight.

Then he looked at the owner seriously.

The owner was stunned: "??"

Chen Man immediately lowered his head, took out another toy pistol, and placed it next to the Transformers.

The owner seemed to understand what Chen Man was going to do, and looked at his schoolbag curiously.

Chen Man took out another plush pig as big as a fist.

The owner curiously said, "Children, do you want to change this pen?"

"Yes." Chen Man shook his head: "I have no money."

Finally, he placed all ten toys on the counter, and Chen Man looked at the owner seriously: "No more. Will you change it?"

The owner didn't know what he thought of, smiled on his face, and his eyes slowly swept across the row of toys.

After a while, he returned all the other nine toys toys to Chen Man, leaving only one of the plastic villains who were the size of knuckles and holding the flag. He earned it a pile of change and handed the pen to Chen Man with a smile.

"Thank you!" Chen Man bent down and bowed, put away his things and returned to Chen Qing.

"What did you buy?" Chen Qing smiled.

Chen Man took out a pen and handed it to Chen Qing: "Happy birthday."

Chen Qing was stunned.

Birthday?

What day is it today? November 27?

Oh, yes, it's my birthday.

I have never celebrated my birthday, but I didn't expect Chen Man to remember it.

Chen Qing took a deep breath and took the pen with both hands: "Thank you!"

"It's okay," Chen Man pointed to the stationery store opposite: "That boss is a good person. He only wants Xiaoqi."

Chen Qing knew that Chen Man had ten favorite toys and even arranged seats for them. Xiaoqi seemed to be a very small plastic little man.

"Well. We'll buy everything here in the future," Chen Qing smiled and said, "Let's go, let's buy you a few new sets of clothes and then eat meat."

When he returned home again, Chen Man was already dressed in fashionable clothes and had completely turned from a farmer to a child in the city.

Chen Kuan's eyes lit up, "Wow! This little bastard is so fashionable!"

He smiled at Chen Qing again and said, "You are so generous, Boss Chen."

"On average." Chen Qing smiled and was satisfied. He lit up the pen given by Chen Man: "Xiaoman gave him a birthday gift."

"Birthday?" Chen Kuan thought for a while, "Yes, today is your birthday, but this birthday is a bit too furious! Pretend to be so fashionable."

"Gogun roll." Chen Qing put the pen back into his schoolbag, saw his pen that had been in service for a long time and bandaged several times, and realized that Chen Man should have seen the tragic situation of this pen that he had today.

"Haha, meat." Chen Man sniffed a few times and headed straight to the side of the pot.

"Wash your hands!" Chen Qing shouted.

Soon, a pot of potato stewed meat was ready.

The three brothers cleared the desk, placed the dishes in the middle, and woke Chen Shan up again.

Chen Shan was still a little confused, but he didn't get sick and was very sober: "Xiao Kuan? Xiaoqing, Xiaoman."

"Chen Shan, eat meat." Chen Man rubbed his hands.

"How many times have you said it, call me dad!" Chen Qing hit Chen Man's head with chopsticks.

Chen Man rubbed his head: "Okay."

Chen Qing helped Chen Shan get up and came to the table, afraid that he would forget it, so he smiled brightly: "Dad, I'm awake!"

"Yeah!" Chen Shan nodded, picked up the cleaned toothbrush cup on the table, poured a glass of water and raised it: "My son has become a talent!"

"Come on, come on, do it, do it."

"Dry."

"Dry."

The father and son's unsettled cups clinked together.

Perhaps Chen Shan already knew that Chen Qing was awakened, and he acted calmly.

Shan Haiqing looked at it in a daze, wondering what he thought of.

"I won't have to go to the dock again in the future," Chen Qing was very relieved: "First take care of your health, and then we will practice well."

While the few people were chatting, Chen Man specialized in chopping meat, and his cheeks were covered with soup.

The three of them said there were any or not, and Chen Qing and Chen Kuan both had a tacit understanding and did not ask about their mother.

This meal was considered an awakening banquet within the family. There was no wine, but it was also enjoyable.

But Chen Qing has been worried about one thing.

The bald man who was beaten by himself today seems to not want to reconcile. If he really reports the case, it will be in trouble.

Awakening does not mean that ordinary people can be bullied, and they are generally treated with severe and strictness.

After washing the dishes, Chen Kuan went out for a walk. Chen Shan took medicine and sat on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. Chen Qing was thinking about Chen Man's awakening problem.

"Old man, can you tell how long will Xiaoman's sword soul explode?"

"It's estimated to be about two months."

Chen Qing nodded.

This time seems to be sufficient, but the problem is that the money to raise is not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Not to mention two months, even if you give Chen Qing two years, you don’t know where to get it.

Shan Haiqing has always simply said: "Let's go!"

"Ah? Where to go?" Chen Qing was stunned.
Chapter completed!