"You fart, Yuan Lan, I've seen you grow up. If a girl who behaves like that really wants to marry into the Mao family, wouldn't that be ruined..."
Uncle Zhao murmured: "Didn't you have a quarrel with Wang Guixiang some time ago, saying that you two never interacted with each other..."
"Bullshit, Auntie Wang Guixiang and I are just talking. I don't take it seriously. Why do you still take it seriously? Why are you so right and wrong? You are a right and wrong leader..."
Uncle Zhao groaned and pointed at himself: "How come I have become the leader of right and wrong again? Why are you women so unreasonable? Didn't you tell me that? I still advised you the whole time... It's really unfair
Dead..."
As soon as Uncle Zhao said these words, he was tantamount to including his daughter into the unreasonable ranks. Then, Zhao Minglan turned to look at Uncle Zhao "severely", and Aunt Hong also stood up "timely" and pointed
He opened the door and shouted "get out", and then saw Uncle Zhao being pushed out with a pack of cigarettes.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't dare to say a word during the whole process. Even so, his expression of not taking it too seriously could not escape Aunt Hong's sharp gaze.
The door opened again, and Ma Xiaoquan was kicked out by Zhao Minglan wearing slippers...
"Hey~~" The two men looked at me, and I looked at you, with expressions of despair on their faces.
Uncle Zhao took out a box of matches from his pocket, shook it, and found that there was only one left in it. He carefully took out the matchstick, and then asked Ma Xiaoquan to help him block the wind. With a "crash~" sound, he lit the match.
He quickly put the cigarette over and took two deep puffs.
Under the moonlight, the cigarette butt flickered twice. Uncle Zhao shook out the unburned match, threw it on the ground, and then took another deep puff of the cigarette.
"It's such a cold winter. If you blow people out, they'll freeze to death..." Uncle Zhao complained, and then he noticed that Ma Xiaoquan was still wearing slippers.
They were said to be slippers, but they were actually made from canvas shoes. Some time ago, the factory distributed canvas shoes, but one pair was torn and no one wanted it, so Ma Xiaoquan took it back and asked Aunt Hong to change it into slippers.
"Are your feet cold?" Uncle Zhao asked Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan laughed and shook his head. No matter how cold it was outside, he would not feel the cold. When he and Huang Chi went to the Antarctic to see penguins, Ma Xiaoquan did not reveal that he could resist fire because of his special clothes. In fact, it was true.
If it's very cold, he can completely activate the green spirit fire and burn it from within his body to keep himself warm.
Although it is winter, it is actually not too cold. This is also due to the tube building in Lantian Community. The residents have placed many stoves in the corridor, some high and some low, which is good at blocking the cold wind.
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"By the way, how was it when you went out some time ago? Why did I hear that you didn't help with any chores after you went there, and just went to play?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said: "Anyway, they are just odd jobs. It's okay. They study at school and have food and accommodation. There is a house in the factory near the school, but it's very dirty. They don't want to live there, so I will
I live alone, so I just go shopping every day if I have nothing to do, and sometimes I go to other places to see."
"I really envy you..." Uncle Zhao chuckled, "I've been very busy in the office recently. This guy Mao Xiaoqiang always doesn't come. I have to do many things with another colleague. We are here
It's relatively big, and there are government compounds and military compound. They are all bosses and they don't dare to take care of it. It really gives me a headache..."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, agreeing with Uncle Zhao's words.
"Well, what do you think about Yuan Lan and Mao Xiaoqiang?" Uncle Zhao suddenly asked.
Ma Xiaoquan immediately shook his head: "I definitely disagree. Then who is Mao Xiaoqiang? How can he find a partner with Yuan Lan?"
"I think so too, but recently when I was on duty I heard that the two of them might really get married."
"What?" Ma Xiaoquan was shocked. Logically speaking, Yuan Lan is his mother and his father should be Ma Liehuo. But if he marries Mao Xiaoqiang, his father will become Mao Xiaoqiang? Impossible, right?
Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes and began to recall his past experiences and the voices and smiles of his father and mother.
"Yuan, it is absolutely impossible for me to physically travel through time and destroy history, right?"
The source responded: "Yes, because what has happened cannot be destroyed, but the things you did when you physically traveled through time will more or less affect the final result. Generally speaking, you will follow the path.
It continues, but some details have indeed changed."
"Then my mother and Mao Xiaoqiang..."
Yuandao: "Ma Xiaoquan, have you ever thought that you are not your father's biological son? Or that your mother might have been pregnant or given birth to you when she married your father?"
"Impossible~" Ma Xiaoquan interrupted immediately, "I was not born within the past one or two years."
"Is it possible that you were actually born a long time ago, and your parents deliberately concealed your true age?" Yuan asked again, "Also, I have shared some of your memories, a large part of which is possible.
You can't remember it clearly, but the human brain has not completely forgotten those vague memories, which are equivalent to being buried. So occasionally you will think of them when you are dreaming or receiving some stress stimulation.
The things you call 'forgotten'... Ma Xiaoquan, I need to give you a little stimulation~Hmm~~"
Before Ma Xiaoquan could react, he felt a splitting headache. He covered his head and squatted down, gritting his teeth to try to hold it back, but the headache became more and more severe, and he screamed in pain.
This sound startled Aunt Hong and Zhao Minglan in the house, as well as the neighbors.
Although I don’t know the reason, fortunately Uncle Zhao was present. He explained to his neighbor that Ma Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan) came out and wanted to learn how to smoke with him, but the ashes rolled down his throat, so he is in severe pain now.
Several kind-hearted neighbors suggested going to the hospital, but Uncle Zhao chuckled and said, "They all never go to meetings. I think it was exactly the same when I learned to smoke. It would be better if I didn't drink some cold water later~"
Seeing Uncle Zhao's insistence, everyone looked at Ma Xiaoquan. At this time, his situation seemed to be much better than before, so they made peace with each other and entered the house.
Zhao Minglan helped Ma Xiaoquan in. Seeing him sweating profusely, she felt very distressed.
"What's wrong with you? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kicked you~" Zhao Minglan had tears in her eyes.
Aunt Hong rubbed her hands and said anxiously: "It was fine just now, why did it suddenly become like this? Lao Zhao, why don't you send me to the hospital..."
Uncle Zhao also noticed that Ma Xiaoquan was in a bad state and nodded. Just as he was about to agree, he saw Ma Xiaoquan wave his hands towards them and said: "No... no need..."
Ma Xiaoquan stood up slowly, shook his head, and a large number of previously forgotten memories emerged in his mind.
"There is still a piece of memory in your brain that has been sealed by something, and I can't figure it out yet... Ma Xiaoquan, what did you do when you were in the national special forces, and why did those people treat you like this?
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Ma Xiaoquan did not respond. He smiled and said to Aunt Hong and Zhao Minglan: "I'm fine. It's just that I suddenly felt dizzy. It's nothing serious."
Zhao Minglan was studying medicine. She stepped forward and gently pressed Ma Xiaoquan's head with her palm, saying: "Don't move, let me take a look."
Ma Xiaoquan said helplessly: "What can you tell? Can you measure the temperature by touching it with your hands? This is not enough. You need a large area to measure it."
Ma Xiaoquan's words were unintentional, but to Zhao Minglan's ears, it seemed like they were mentioning their romance again.
Zhao Minglan's pretty face blushed slightly, she retracted her hand and said, "What nonsense are you talking about."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Okay, I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Aunt Hong patted her chest and said: "Xiaohu, you really scared Aunt Hong to death just now. It's okay, it's okay. Well, it's all your fault~" Aunt Hong said and slapped Uncle Zhao on the face.
head on.
Uncle Zhao blinked in confusion: "What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything."
"There is nothing wrong with not doing it~" Aunt Hong and Zhao Minglan said in unison.
Uncle Zhao and Ma Xiaoquan looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
...
Late at night, lying in bed, Ma Xiaoquan carefully sorted out the recovered memories. Yuan told him that these recovered memories would not always be remembered clearly. As time goes by, they may be forgotten. Therefore, he hoped that Ma Xiaoquan would remember the memories as soon as possible.
Go through it and find what he wants.
"I once asked my parents when I was born, but they were always vague. Even my date of birth was only registered when I was in school. They are usually used to using the lunar calendar instead of the solar calendar.
So my real date of birth, according to the solar calendar, has never been told to me..." Ma Xiaoquan sat up and narrowed his eyes.
"The ninth day of May... The birthday of the lunar calendar is the ninth day of May. In fact, if you follow the perpetual calendar, you can check it by comparison, but I am not sure whether the birthday of the lunar calendar is also correct...
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After thinking about it, Ma Xiaoquan fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already half past six the next morning.
Zhao Minglan got up earlier and prepared breakfast.
"You got up quite early~" Ma Xiaoquan teased Zhao Minglan, "I remember that some people used to be very good at sleeping."
Zhao Minglan rolled her eyes at him and handed him a bowl of yellow rice porridge: "Drink it quickly, there are some dumplings over there, they are delicious."
At this moment, Aunt Hong also came out. What Ma Xiaoquan didn't expect was that Aunt Hong was already dressed.
Aunt Hong is not very old, only forty-two-three. When she married Uncle Zhao, she was just in her early twenties, and Aunt Hong is actually quite good-looking, and she has never neglected her figure management, even though she has
She is a middle-aged woman, but she still retains her charm after dressing up a little.
