When I was a child, Peng Cheng was not as tall as the ground cylinder, and he was probably able to reach the cabinet where the TV was just now.

"Peng Cheng, come here to you."

Grandpa is a tall and handsome man, very much like Peng Cheng's father. He is a cadre of a large company, and is an awesome state-owned factory, an old Communist Party member, a serious man. When many people see him, they look like a big dog who wags his tail and begs for mercy. Grandpa is the most handsome man Peng Cheng has ever seen. It is completely different from himself. He always gives Peng Cheng one 50 cents and two paper bills, which are dirty, just like the sister of the second uncle's family, but the sister's money will be more.

"You are the little brother, and you can't use that much money." Grandpa always said this. He still touched Peng Cheng's hair. At that time, his hair was burnt and brown, like a malnourished boy. His hair was soft and fitting his scalp. The sunlight always made his hair look valuable, like it was made of gold.

Grandpa always gave the sister twenty. Once when he was talking to his grandmother, Peng Cheng heard it. He said that girls should be raised in wealth, otherwise they would have to learn bad things. Peng Cheng didn't know how important money was, but his sister would have delicious candies. The key was that the candies were very good, so he went to his sister's class. The uncle's sister was far less pleasant than Cheng Dan. Peng Cheng wanted to secretly take lollipops from her seat. All the sister's classmates would see him and see that he was a different child. Then the sister told her father about this.

"Uncle, my little brother went to my class to steal my candy." This sister is really good-looking. Her big eyes and double eyelids are only a little smaller than Beibei, but she always closes her body, not like Beibei, but she looks like her grandmother.

Peng Cheng cried so hard that day. He kept sobbing. Even though his father kept carrying him home along the way, he still sobbed. His father also gave him twenty, but was rejected by Peng Cheng. The young child was a stubborn child. He threw the money away. His father went to pick it up. He ran over and stepped on the money hard.

"That child Peng Peng, hey, how could she say that Peng Cheng?"

Tears surged from the little child's eyes. He stood at the door and never entered the door. Although he was young, he understood what his sister had just said and what his father said.

"He is like that, Peng Peng is a child, what can she say?" The mother is always like someone else's mother, she is always objective.

The next day after that, Peng Cheng returned to his grandfather's house. When his father left, he took out twenty yuan and handed it to him, but the young man didn't ask for it. He turned around and wanted to leave, but his father grabbed him and stuffed the money into his pocket. That day, Peng Cheng saw his grandfather and put so much money on the cabinet on the TV. It was money he had never seen before. The portraits of four people on it were as thick as Chinese documents.

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This thousand five hundred yuan made him feel energetic. He sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, looking at the money sideways, as if he was looking at the girl he liked. Peng Cheng reached out and touched it. The texture was really special, different from anything. The young man grabbed the money, held it in front of him and looked carefully for a long time, then counted it repeatedly with his hands, and it was a lot of 1,500 yuan.

Peng Cheng scratched his head. He seemed to be upset, so he placed the money a little far away from the TV, as if he had deliberately escaped them and then lay back on the bed. The room was wrapped in darkness, and it was almost impossible to see anything, but his eyes were still unable to place. From this angle, although he could not see the money, he could see the table where the money was placed, the corner of the table that was deeply rooted on the ground, like the table where grandpa placed the money back then, and there was also a TV on it.

Oh! Peng Cheng turned over and wrapped his head with a quilt, keeping it still for a while. Suddenly he sat up again. Before he could even sit firmly, he stretched out his arms, reached the money on the table, and held it in his hand.

In this hand, he stood up, pinched the money with his hands, and never took a look again. He called Yi Ge Yi very long and was very happy. Then he put Yi Qianwu into his yellow and green shorts pocket and touched the guy under his crotch. The guy had long been soft and obedient. Despite this, he still became confident in an instant. He pulled up his old blue and white slippers and slammed the door.

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It is a game hall with a behind the cabinet, and it is the lobby of the home, which is less than 300 square meters outside. The game console is new and there are many types of games. The little boys carrying small schoolbags crawl through the adults' armpits from time to time, sit in front of the game console, and play loudly.

Brother Yi led Peng Cheng into the hall. He was very familiar with the players here. Two primary school students in front of King of Fighters were fighting. One of them was a black and buried. He just had a good job in his hands and was a master.

The King of Fighters was placed next to the door. The children beat well, so there were naturally many people watching. Brother Yi knew a forty-year-old man standing behind him. The man was burly on his upper body and his shoulders were almost twice as thick as Peng Cheng. He was wearing so much that the clothes he wore were like the kind of jacket that Qiu Tian wore and had a beard on his face.

"Why did you put it here? Didn't you go in?" Brother Yi piled up a smile on his face, and he was flattering, inexplicably flattering.

"Yeah! Look," the man turned around. He was about the same size as Brother Yi, and he also had a greasy face. He took the cigarette handed over by Brother Yi and lit it. "This kid is having a good time, he won coins, and has been playing for a day."

Peng Cheng also likes to play King of Fighters and fights very well. He looks at the child's way of playing and compares his own techniques, and thinks that this kid is still a little tender. If he goes up, it will definitely be fine to abuse the child.

Brother Yi didn't have much ink, and he knew his purpose today. No matter how good the King of Fighters played, he won all day long, which was only 180 yuan. He didn't like to watch this thing. Besides, his technique was definitely a loss. So after a few simple words, he patted Peng Cheng behind him staring at King of Fighters.

"Brother, let's go."

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The big iron rack next to the toilet was left with only a small hole. The hollow was very small. Brother Yi's figure was rubbed to the side, and his stomach always had to be polished on the iron rack. The old man looked down at his white T-shirt and cursed.

Peng Cheng was very relaxed and crawled in just a little while. It was impossible to see from the outside. There was a big door here, and there was no door or cover. There was nothing else. There was nothing else in the world, so it was all in this stuff.

The place in the filling is as bright as it is. Peng Cheng was startled by the richness here as soon as he came in. It was even bigger than the entire place outside. This was his first time here. For someone like him who had only seen a dark scene as big as a toilet, this place was really a bit outrageous.

There should be no problem in the house that I entered three times. There should be no problem in playing a game of table tennis in each room. The fishing "anchor machine" that Brother Yi often plays, and it was arranged in a circle like a small refrigerator. The young man who came here for the first time could not tell which one and which one was in the same group. He was a little dazzled. Brother Yi looked at Peng Cheng's excited look and patted his shoulder proudly, signaling him to take two steps in the back.

It was like Liu Lao Lao who entered the Grand View Garden. The young man had never seen these things. Peng Cheng was very excited, but he still oozed calmly, without saying a word, for fear of leaking. He walked into the two rooms inside. As soon as he passed the door, there were rows of cat machines on all sides. When he entered the third door, there were not many cat machines. Brother Yi pointed to a large machine in the middle, and Peng Cheng walked inside again, and walked closer. He finally found that the hidden universe was in the middle.

This big platform is a very common game. It is available in most game halls, even on mobile phones and computers. It is usually placed in the hall outside and does not need to carry people. The game Peng Cheng called it fishing, and it also has a well-known name, a fishing expert. I won't go into the question. What is the name of the first similar game? It's unknown. Anyway, the result is that this kind of game quickly became popular.

The popularity of fishing games is inexplicable. You say that this thing is all based on luck! Sometimes it’s really hard to say. Some people do play better. I don’t know which day they will see people all over the street holding a cell phone, and they are like Chaplin in the modern era, stumble at the cell phone like a fool.

Peng Cheng smiled like a child, revealing a pair of tiger teeth that he rarely sees. He reached out to touch the big platform and looked back at his brother Yi: "Brother Yi, look, there is this here."
Chapter completed!