When the old man asked this, everyone present became nervous.

"Uh..." Mo Mo didn't deny it. "That's right."

"How many were killed?"

The old man seemed to have discovered something.

His powers of observation left the younger generation scratching their heads.

"Not much." Mo Mo sneered, a little panicked.

"I heard about you. It's not easy to come back alive." Grandpa patted his grandson on the shoulder. "Come, let me see how you look!"

Grandpa and grandson were having a lively fight in the open space in front of the dormitory.

The three grandsons took turns to go into battle, and grandpa gave them instructions one by one. He was very happy.

Teachers who had no classes came to watch.

"...Your old man is so energetic." Comrade Lao Jiang said bitterly. "I am several years younger than you."

"You see, I'm too lazy to move forward," Lanze said. "You're a very old man, and if you tell me that I want my father to give me a beating, it won't sound good to anyone."

Comrade Lao Jiang looked at it for a while: "...Old senior has improved his martial arts again."

"How can I not be diligent when I have nothing to do and just think about it all day long?"

Lan Ze also discovered that the old guy never liked to show force in front of Judge Mei, and always liked to pretend to be weak. Maybe he was afraid of being regarded as an old monster?

Anyway, the two of them get along quite harmoniously.

However, the old man never cut his hair again, and wore it in a bun to commemorate his deceased wife, looking like an ancient hero.

Lan Ze now feels that even if his mother is dead, that's all Ji Bu Ni will do.

Forgetting may also be a kind of relief.

Lan Ze shouted coldly: "Dad, let's have dinner together tonight!"

"Hey, I'll ask for instructions later!"

The old man let his three grandchildren go and squatted at the edge of the open space to ask his wife for instructions.

"Xiaomei, let me tell you something. Today some children came to play with me...and invited me to go out at night. Are you going? Oh, I'm not free?" The old man then reported Lan Ze's name, "Then I'll go play with them.

, you eat on time, don’t be busy and forget... Why don’t I remind you when the time comes?... Okay. I will take care of myself... Yeah! Drink less and wear more clothes. Definitely!"

Then he reported to Lanze: "Xiaomei has official business to attend to. I asked for leave from her."

Then he looked at his grandchildren: "Come on, kids, keep going!"

Lan Ze could see it. The old man usually had no one to play with. The school arranged too few classes for him.

Of the three grandsons, Xiaomai was taught by his grandfather himself, and Lanshu was trained by Xiaomai. The old man can see at a glance that neither of them is very fun.

Although Mo Mo also learned some from his grandfather's recording class and Brother Douzi, at least half of it was taught casually by Uncle Jiang, plus he figured it out on his own. Therefore, Mo Mo provided his grandfather with the most surprises.

Thinking blindly requires talent. If you don't have talent, it's just a waste of time. If you have talent, you can create unique skills.

Grandpa and Mo Mo are fighting each other faster and faster, and their movements are getting bigger and bigger. Especially Mo Mo. He is like a spring, and can bounce back wherever he lands.

Although this child has been quite capable of jumping since he was a child, Lan Ze seriously doubts that he is respecting the old and loving the young and coaxing his grandfather to play.

"You can do it, kid." The old man finally let Mo Mo go. "Hide your edge and try to adapt to a peaceful life on earth."

"I will." Mo Mo said seriously.

There is not much space in the children's school. Xiaomai led the way and showed everyone the places open to visitors.

Mo Mo was a little sentimental: he grew up in a space city, and his interpersonal relationships from childhood to adulthood were extremely bad. He didn't go to a boarding school for children in China, and he seemed to have missed out on another life.

After going around in a circle, we arrived near the school gate again.

The old man had no classes in the afternoon and could leave at any time. He told the school leader and followed him out.

Lan Ze no longer took the elderly and children around. Although Mo Mo's childhood memories were present at the Northwest Creation headquarters in the city, to be honest, the company was not suitable for visiting.

The old man followed his children and grandchildren to a nearby town. When he saw Xiong Xiaoheihao waiting for him, he remembered and asked: "Didn't you mean to eat? Where are we going?"

"Son, I'll treat you to the authentic Yanchi mutton soup. If you want to go back in the evening, I'll send you back."

The sheep have been reserved a long time ago. If you don't eat them, the restaurant will have to keep them. If they lose weight, it won't taste good.

"You bastard, are you a human trafficker?" the old man cursed. He couldn't help but stepped forward and touched Xiong Xiaohei's composite skin. He was as curious as a child. He had never flown this type of aircraft before. "

It’s rare that I still miss you, I’m leaving with you.”

Xiong Xiaohei floated up into the air and gradually accelerated.

It took more than half an hour to travel two thousand kilometers. It was a good time for everyone to sit down and have a rest and drink a cup of tea made by Xiong Xiaohei.

Lan Shu, this young man, is like an old man, holding a cup of healthy green tea.

At the end of the day, he saw that his father, uncle, brother and younger brothers were all drinking tea. Suddenly he was too embarrassed to ask Xiong Xiaohei for soda. He sat down obediently and drank tea.

Lan Shu was sitting in front of Lan Ze. His father looked at this little idiot son for several days and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Weren't you very clever when you were a child? Why are you like this now..." Lan Ze searched his mind and found a neutral word, "Well, young and mature?"

"It was my third brother who taught me."

"Hmm? What exactly did he teach you? To make you grounded? Or to hide your clumsiness?"

"I am determined to do things with integrity." Lan Shu said calmly. "I am determined to only do things with integrity and be a person with integrity in this life."

Dad was speechless for a moment... As expected, he was a bear's son Xiaomai, and he had to teach him something serious. He thought for a while: "Is this something you should think about at your age?"

"Well. Actually, I have thought about a lot of things. Dad," Lan Shu said solemnly and forcefully, "third brother said that you need help with your career, and I also plan to study biology in the future. Do you have any suggestions for my professional direction?"

?”

"Isn't it early for you to go to college?"

This child entered minor school a full year later than others.

A few years ago, Xiao Xie planned to send him to college in advance. Didn't he fail because mud can't support the wall?

"I can't tell." Lan Shu took a sip of tea, "I'm also slowly thinking about college."

"Don't worry, learn more about your professional direction before making a decision." Lan Ze said perfunctorily.

Mo Mo just stuffed the finished tea cup back into Xiong Xiaohei's recycling chute.

"Dad," he clapped his hands. "I think I should go to school!"

Mo Mo was already eighteen years old when he was imprisoned by religious believers. He had just entered the mathematics department of the university in Space City and was a freshman.

The academic systems in heaven and on earth are different. This is because the purpose of education and training are different, and the standards are also different. When Zhang Yidian returned to Earth, he was already a sophomore, but he started studying again as a freshman in Heilong University City.

Lan Ze never thought about letting Mo Mo go to school.

After all, this child is already twenty-six years old. He is no longer of normal school age, unless he is studying for a Ph.D.

Mo Mo himself thought that he should go to school. But if he really wanted to go to school, with his current high school diploma and basic knowledge level that had been wasted for eight years, he would probably have to find a minor school to return to his old ways.

The various technical academies in the university town sound easy to enter, but in fact there are barriers to entry. However, ordinary twenty-year-olds can ignore them.

However, the educational standards of Space City are automatically downgraded in the eyes of educational institutions in China. Therefore, the University City is still far from the end.

At the age of twenty-six, I went to a minor school to take extra classes. When I think about it, I feel the contrast is so huge...it's so shameful.

"Did you receive any official information on your bracelet?" Lan Ze asked Momo.

Mo Mo shook his head: "There are only tax reminders... on the first day."

The tax is still paid after the hair is sold. So, I haven’t received any serious official information.

"Let's rest for a while first. Don't be in a hurry." Lan Ze comforted Mo Mo, "You have only been back on the ground for a few days. Once you have adapted to life, you can think about the next step."

"Okay..." Momo said unhappy.

Xiong Xiaohei quickly arrived in the capital area and slowly landed at the suburban airport.

The airport is still far from the restaurant. But after we got in the car and walked slowly over, it was already getting dark.

Mo Mo looked out the car window at the buildings passing by, feeling a little depressed.

"Brother."

"Huh?" Mo Mo looked up and it was Lan Shu who walked up to him.

"What major do you want to study? Brother."

"Mathematics." Mo Mo was a little confused. "To be precise, the full name of my major is "Mathematical Tools for Space Navigation." It's not difficult, you just have to be careful."

"But, this is no longer a space city."

"..." Mo Mo thought for a long time alone. He suddenly said: "Indeed, this is no longer a space city. Does dad need help?"

"Need. But, I don't know how to help him."

"What is he doing?"
Chapter completed!