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"Guokuo, what's the matter with you?" Little Lolita's milky voice sounded.

Zhao Fusheng lowered his head, kissed Fan Beibei's forehead, and said softly, "Beibei, what do you think is the happiest thing in this world?"

Fan Beibei blinked her cute big eyes, bit her finger, lowered her head and thought for a long time, before saying bluntly: "Of course there is endless money."

puff!

Zhao Fusheng laughed directly, he never thought that he would hear this answer from this girl's mouth.

"Yes, the happiest thing in the world is that you don't have to worry about money." Stretching out his hand and rubbing the little girl's head, Zhao Fusheng turned on the TV, ready to let Beibei watch cartoons for a while.

For children of this age, cartoons are undoubtedly a sharp tool to calm them down quickly.

"Black Bear Sheriff?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at this inexplicable cartoon and felt that he was not well. What the hell is this?

If I remember correctly, this should be the plot of "Black Cat Sheriff". I obviously watched it when I was a child.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng tried to calm his emotions, picked up the remote control, and started to change channels, but at the moment of changing channels, he noticed the logo of the TV series, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils .

"Flying card?"

If I remember correctly, the color TV at home should be a Konka brand.

"Famous director Ma Dajun's latest work "Flag Flying" has a box office of over [-] million."

"The newly promoted queen Zhou Feifei's love affair fell through, or she chose to take a rest to heal her wounds."

"Recently, U.S. President Arthur announced economic sanctions against South Korea to punish South Korea for banning the import of American beef."

"Professor Yang Zhenning, a Nobel Prize winner in physics and a famous Chinese scientist, announced that he will return to China to spend his old age in peace."

Zhao Fusheng frantically pressed the remote control like crazy, trying to find traces of the world in his memory.

However, everything in the news, even everything in the advertisement, Zhao Fusheng felt specious no matter how he looked at it.

Originally, he thought that he had lived a new life, but he didn't expect that history took a slight turn at a certain fork in the road, and everything changed or remained the same.

Sitting there, Zhao Fusheng was a little confused.

Chapter 3 Things are people but not me (please collect, please recommend tickets)

A familiar world, a strange world.

Sitting silently on the sofa for a long time, Zhao Fusheng finally confirmed the result.

He casually picked up the mirror on the coffee table and looked at himself in the mirror.

Her skin is not fair like that of a creamy niche, but rather dark like that of Gu Tianle, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a straight nose. She is exactly her 20-year-old self.

I remember that when Gu Tianle was popular, his wife pointed to the TV and said that she liked her back then because she felt very similar to Gu Tianle.

However, time has passed, when the strong feelings become weak, what is left between the two people is the indifference after the passion.

"Guokuo, you are crying."

Fan Beibei was held in Zhao Fusheng's arms, watching the brother who had beaten away the bad guys suddenly shed tears, raised his small hand with great effort, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

"It's okay, brother is happy." Zhao Fusheng said softly to Beibei.

In his memory, this girl should be three or four years old now, because it has been too long, and he can't remember clearly.

Time is the most terrible thing in the world. It can always silently obliterate the beauty and pain in our memory. Years ago, the sun was just right.When I wake up from sleep, I forget all my troubles.The fleeting time is fleeting, and the youth is getting old.It's dark and gloomy outside the window, who wakes up with you?

The red that appears and disappears in the dark night reflects the hands that are opened or closed, all of which are like smoke in the past.We always live under the net of contradictions and cannot escape, day after day, year after year.

This is life, he may not be what you want, but you must ask for it.

They come, the security.

Zhao Fusheng hugged little loli in his arms, comforting himself like this.

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Not long after, Mother Zhao came in, carried Fan Beibei back to Fan's house, and then turned to look at her son.

"Why did you come back?"

Today is not the weekend, and my son returned home out of nowhere, which really surprised Mama Zhao.

Of course, she wouldn't say how proud she was when her son rode the gangster who pushed her down and beat her violently.

It is said to raise a son to guard against old age. From the perspective of Mama Zhao's simple world, raising a son is for someone to stand up for her at this time. Otherwise, what is the old lady working hard for ten months to give birth to him.

"That..." Zhao Fusheng hesitated, he couldn't tell his mother that he thought he was dreaming, so he ran out of school.

If you really say that, Mom and Dad will definitely play a mixed doubles game for themselves.

"Okay, come back when you come back, stay at home tonight, and go back to school tomorrow morning." Zhao Ma said indifferently.

Since Zhao Fusheng was admitted to Ninghai Normal University, he really hasn't lived at home a few times except for weekends.

Zhao Fusheng nodded again and again, he now needs to think carefully about what to do in the future, and naturally agrees to his mother's arrangement.

"By the way, do you like babies?"

The next moment, Zhao Fusheng almost didn't jump up because of Zhao Ma's words.

"Mom, what are you talking about, I'm not interested in her." Zhao Fusheng's head shook like a rattle.

Are you kidding me, Fan Baobao, apart from her pretty face, what else is there to like?

Fan Baobao, the eldest daughter of the Fan family, has been Zhao Fusheng's nightmare since childhood.

In Zhao Fusheng's own words, the childhood spent with Fan Baobao was a living history of blood and tears.

When Zhao Fusheng first went to elementary school, every time Zhao Fusheng went to school with Fan Baobao, she would squeeze her out, helping Fan Baobao with homework, helping Fan Baobao carry his schoolbag, and even helping Fan Baobao as a student on duty after school.

If you don't do it, Fan Baobao will complain pitifully to Zhao's parents and Zhao's mother, saying that Zhao Fusheng bullied her.

So, either men's singles, or women's singles, occasionally mixed doubles.

After entering junior high school, Zhao Fusheng became Fan Baobao's little follower. Even if someone chased Zhao Fusheng, he had to hand over the love letter to her first. In Fan Baobao's own words, this is called censorship.

Finally, after the senior high school entrance examination, Fan Baobao did not perform well, and fell behind him by more than 30 points. Zhao Fusheng thought he could get out of the misery, but on the day of registration, he suddenly discovered that Fan Baobao had transformed into an art student.