"How do you recognize me?"

Liu Feng was shocked and his Shandong accent came out.

Li Kuiyong smiled faintly:

"A few years ago, I visited a relative with my dad and watched a performance by the Bangzi Opera Troupe in a county in Shandong. There was something like a car wheel. Isn't it you?"

Liu Feng scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly:

"If you want to say somersault, it's really me. You have such a good memory!"

Li Kuiyong hugged him and said with a laugh:

"That's right. After watching the performance, I still want to learn somersault from you. But the people from your group are urging you to leave and keep calling you. Liu Feng comes to move this, Liu Feng comes to move that, Liu Feng hurry up... I watched there for a long time, but I didn't take it!"

After hearing what he said, Liu Feng also laughed.

The Bangzi Opera Troupe was the only bright color in Liu Feng's miserable childhood. He was born in a poor county in Shandong, surrounded by working people struggling on the food and clothing line. If he hadn't joined the troupe since childhood, he would have had a childhood of bareback like his peers...

Li Kuiyong asked again:

"You are not staying in Shandong, why are you here to Beijing?"

Liu Feng said:

"My father said that there is no future with the theater troupe. Last year, I sent me to Beijing to join my aunt. Look at the tall man over there, that's my cousin. Today I brought me here to see the world."

Liu Feng has learned Mandarin very well, but he only occasionally has a Shandong accent, especially in terms of human names, which seems to be subconsciously that he feels that it is not respectable enough without Shandong dialect.

Li Kuiyong looked at the direction he pointed. The tall young man had no expression on his face. Before, Liu Feng was pointed at his neck by a knife, he didn't dare to come. It can be seen how weak the blood relationship between Liu Feng and the so-called cousin is...

Li Kuiyong snorted coldly and looked at the tall young man coldly.

The man actually shrank his neck and whispered a few words to the young men in the same team. He put away the ice hockey clubs, and left in shame after a big circle!

Leaving?!

In theory, it is a thing of the past. People come to play ice hockey, not to get a share. If they hit someone, they will have to be beaten, and then the ice hockey will not be able to play.

But Liu Feng is still in the hands of Li Kuiyong!

Don't care about it anymore?

Li Kuiyong was stunned for a moment, looked at Liu Feng incredibly and said:

"How many relatives are you separated from you? Why do I think he wishes you died here now?"

Liu Feng shook his head with a bitter smile:

"No, no, he's just a little timid. It's okay, it's okay..."

I don’t know if this “does not matter” means that his cousin will not save him and escape at the last minute, or whether he has nothing to do with this cousin.

Li Kuiyong shook his head, greeted Zhong Yuemin and the others, and introduced them to Liu Feng one by one.

He patted Liu Feng on the back and said to the brothers:

"This person is named Liu Feng. I have recognized him since I was a child. Yuemin. Today, I will give you my brothers a side. You two shake hands. You will be friends from now on. OK?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled and said:

"I'm wrong with this, I'm just making up for it. I'm used to bullying honest kids on the ice rink. Brother, I'll compensate you, right?"

Liu Feng hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand and said:

"It's not, not, it's my honor to know you friends. There's a lot of smoke coming from the ancestral grave..."

When everyone laughed when he said that.

Yuan Jun also smiled and came up, holding the dagger upside down, and said to Liu Feng:

"Brother, I was reckless just now. This flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. Otherwise, you should use a knife to stop me and exhale me?"

How dare Liu Feng take the knife?

He kept hiking behind Li Kuiyong and couldn't stop saying:

"No, no, how can I say this?"

Liu Feng is a child with inferiority complex. This is related to his background, his situation, and the direction of this era. But no matter what, by 1972, this unforgettable inferiority complex had turned him into an extreme altruist.

Liu Feng was very afraid of being replaced, and he was eager to be needed by others.

Whenever others call him for help, a glimmer flashes in his eyes, as if only this time can prove his dignity-

Still exists...

But living in such an era, such people are destined to be tragedy.

The more humble you are, the more others will trample on you like dust. Liu Feng helps others with his help in doing things twenty-four hours a day, but he accomplished nothing by himself.

So when he was kicked out of the art troupe because of the "touch incident", except for He Xiaoman, who was also humble to the dust, no one remembered his goodness!

The art troupe later, leaving the omnipotent Liu Feng, can still operate normally. The things he does are actually not irreplaceable.

Everyone can do it, but they are too lazy to do it.

That's all.

This is the sorrow of a purely good person. Liu Feng doesn’t want much. He even has the same altruism as he has no need or any ideals. He just wants to repeat every day and become the Liu Feng that everyone needs...

That's all.

Liu Feng and He Yuzhu are different. He Yuzhu helps anyone, such as the deaf old lady, Qin Huairu, such as Director Yang and Chief, all have selfish intentions.

He had some intentions, so this "help" seemed less cheap. Liu Feng had no desires and gradually everyone took his "help" for granted...

When Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun came, a group of people were sitting outside the runway of the ice rink and chatting enthusiastically.

It was mainly Liu Feng who was talking, and a few people in the city were listening.

For them, Liu Feng was like he came from another world. Everything he experienced, his conversation and behavior were so strange and interesting...

Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun saw Li Kuiyong and the others gathering a "burly" strange young man, sitting there happily saying something.

Until they got closer, everyone still didn't notice them, but they heard Yuan Jun clapping and laughing:

"Liu Feng, you are so amazing..."

"What are you saying, so happy?"

Zhou Xiaobai walked over openly and naturally pulled Li Kuiyong's arm.

Liu Feng immediately stopped and stood up in a hurry.

As soon as he stood up, Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun subconsciously frowned. This sense of incongruity was too strong.

How could this person be so short?

Liu Feng is a person of Phelps. He feels quite big while sitting and squatting, but as soon as he stands up, you can't help but complain in your heart:

The man was hunched, but his legs were bent. Why is he so short?

The problem is in his legs—

Short legs.

However, the length of somersaults is cumbersome, and his short legs take advantage of it, so he is so flirted with the little ones. He stays in the Bangzi Opera Troupe with one move...

By the way, with Liu Feng's size, he was able to stay in the art troupe later?
Chapter completed!