The letter Wang Jian held in his hand was obviously written with a fountain pen..././ He was neat and straight, with a restrained and rounded stroke. It looked elegant and neat, but the force that penetrated the back of the paper did not look like it was written by a woman.

It is said that handwriting is another face, and it can also reflect a person's personality traits from the side. The person who wrote the letter has already revealed his identity to Wang Jian. It is certain that this person is definitely not an ordinary person.

This generation definitely belongs to the type that hides everything deeply.

However, the letter only said that Wang Jian was invited to gather in a park in the south of the city. He was waiting for you at any time. No other information was left. What's more, what made Wang Jian a little confused was that the letter actually contained a hint of...

Hot pot seasoning flavor.

"Not many people write letters these days, and their writing is so beautiful." Wang Jian looked at the handwriting on the paper: "It's so beautiful."

Ziran Er leaned over and took a look, and nodded: "It looks better than my writing. A Jian, just go ahead. I have five hundred dollars here, take it first, don't look shabby in front of others."

, we will be generous if we should be generous."

After saying that, she held Xiaojin's hand and said, "Let me accompany you to the street to buy clothes later. The season is about to change, and I even found that you have no clothes to wear. It is when you are growing taller that you change clothes quickly."

Xiao Jin was quite moved when he heard the first half of her sentence, but when he heard the second half, he became furious: "You are the only one who has grown a body! If you are done with it, shouldn't I be younger? As for God, I will take this."

Are you talking about something?"

Ziran Er stuck out his tongue: "I'm sorry, can I treat you to dinner today, and Huanhuan. We don't want Ajian today."

"You really don't want it?" Xiao Jin raised his eyebrows and said evilly, "Are you sure?"

"It doesn't matter to you whether you want it or not." Wang Jian stood up with the letter and pinched Xiao Jin's neck: "You go and play. I'll go to the park and stuff the letter under the door... I really can't figure it out."

Then, he stretched out and said, "Huanhuan, I'll trouble you to take care of them. I have to go to school in the afternoon."

Liang Huanhuan hummed and stared at Wang Jian for a while: "Huh? That's weird. Did you take the wrong medicine? You're usually like a dead person, but you're talking weird today. I can't mess with you anymore, right?"

Wang Jian shrugged and smiled, with a slight dimple appearing on his face: "No."

After saying that, he turned around and walked downstairs. As soon as he left, Liang Huanhuan groaned and held her chest: "That smile just now shocked me. He is changing...he is changing."

Tianran Er smiled like a flower and said proudly: "Ajian has been working very hard to change himself, haven't you noticed?"

"You don't need to remind me about this issue." Xiao Jin rolled his eyes at Ziran Er: "Don't expect that buying me a few clothes and eating a few meals will ease our hostile relationship. The ownership of Lao Wang is still a dispute.

I don’t believe you can beat me in a fight!”

Liang Huanhuan took out five dollars and put it in front of Ziran Er: "I'll buy my lady to win."

Xiao Jin snorted: "I am young and charming, and as beautiful as a flower. As long as I continue to pretend to be an obedient kitten, Laowang will be mine sooner or later. It's not like someone else. When people grow old, their pearls will turn yellow, just like an old leek."

Ziran Er pursed his lips and glanced at Xiao Jin: "Hate it, A Jian doesn't like cats. Yesterday...last night I failed."

"Hahahahaha." Xiao Jin laughed a few times in a false voice: "Because he is afraid that you will stick to him, and he is just playing with you."

"Just comfort yourself like this." Liang Huanhuan finished the last bun: "Go shopping!"

"Okay..." Xiao Jin accepted Liang Huanhuan's words dejectedly: "Actually, I think your approach is wrong. Anyway, you have to be on guard now, do you understand? What about you? Do you understand?"

"What do you mean by being on guard?" Tianran Er looked confused: "I...I don't know, why should I be on guard? I gave it to him, but he didn't even want it..."

"Oh, I'm not guarding against Lao Wang. I'm guarding against other women. He Rui, Xiao Yiwen, Liang Huanhuan, guard against these people." Xiao Jin said seriously: "We can't let them have the slightest chance!"

"Wow, do you count me in for such a good thing?" Liang Huanhuan tilted her head and looked at Xiao Jin: "I won't tell you in front of you, do you really think that your Lao Wang is a piece of cake?"

"Okay, you're not qualified. The most terrifying one is He Rui. Lao Wang can't stand her kind of Xiaojiabiyu's **. Damn, she's so fussy every day, she's even more fussy than her mother!" Xiao Jin seemed to have a deep resentment towards He Rui.

: “I used swear words whenever I got excited.”

Naturally, she stupidly didn't care and didn't answer. She just lowered her head and quickly stuffed breakfast into her mouth. She was not picky about food and even ate the stinky tofu that Liang Huanhuan didn't eat. And after eating, she

Yi Zui said: "Let's go too. I'll drive you to the mall, and then go catch the dolls. After catching the dolls, have lunch, and then go shopping for clothes in the afternoon."

Wang Jian was sitting on the bus at the moment, looking at the scenery outside the window. Holding the handle and leaning on the railing, he was not much different from all the migrant workers in the city in terms of clothing grade, except that he was dressed cleanly and transparently.

The sunny-scented white shirt and his stoic look made him look particularly comfortable.

The park in Nancheng is the terminus of this bus, and there is a university not far from there, so most of the people on the bus are young college students, full of youthful atmosphere. Many people are looking at Zhizhi

Wang Jian stood there, debating whether he was a college student or a soldier. Some of the more courageous student girls even stepped forward and asked.

Wang Jian also forced himself not to be shy and chatted with them openly. In fact, although Wang Jian was a country man, he was not short of money. Regarding literary things, he was like a Baidu, and he often

He will make some impromptu comments that make people laugh, making those who chat with him extremely happy.

During the long bus ride, Wang Jian was not lonely. After all, he had made up his mind to change himself, so after he forced himself to talk more, he actually turned out to be a very interesting person.

After getting off the bus, the girls who were chatting with him seemed a little reluctant to leave. They reluctantly walked back to school after asking for Wang Jian's phone number.

Wang Jian was quite surprised. After all, before he used the dog-walking method in the past, let alone strangers, even acquaintances didn't like to talk to him...

"Hey, Wang Jian?" While Wang Jian was thinking about how to continue to transform himself and looking around with the letter, a voice came from behind him on the left side: "Here it is!"

"Huh?" Wang Jian turned around and found only a boiled water stall, a few folding tables, and a simple small shed in the corner of the park not far from him.

After he took a closer look, he found a short, fat man with glasses and a big belly standing behind the boiling cart, smiling at him with a kind and kind face.

"Kung Fu Panda?"

Wang Jian was stunned. Isn't this person the super-agile taijutsu fat man he saw in the competition video? He looks fatter and more rounded than in the video. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a taijutsu master.

A master of transformation.

"Oh my, even you know my nickname..." Kung Fu Panda touched his head naively, and then shouted behind him: "Monk, Monk, they are here."

After a while, the monk who looked like a marshmallow and could not be flattened came slowly from the corner carrying a trash can. When he saw Wang Jian, he clasped his hands and saluted: "Hello."

Wang Jian didn't know what they were going to do, so he stepped forward with a confused look on his face: "You..."

"Don't be busy." Kung Fu Panda smiled and grabbed his wrist, pushed him to the table, and quickly grabbed a large bowl of Malatang. What about kelp, fish balls, tenderloin, bean sprouts, vermicelli, and tofu skin?

After waiting for them all to be served, he said proudly: "Eat and see, there is absolutely no gutter oil."

Wang Jian paused for a moment, then raised his head again after taking two bites: "I said..."

"Don't talk." Kung Fu Panda still had the same expression: "Let's talk after eating."

Wang Jian was helpless. He could only clean it up with a few splashes, but the smell was really bad. It was numb, spicy, hot, and very fragrant. It was not like ordinary roadside stalls that always had a smell.

I felt disgusting and dirty after taking it.

"How's it going? It's good enough. The formula was improved last night." Kung Fu Panda chuckled: "It's not enough."

"Ah? No need...how much?" Wang Jian stood up and touched his wallet: "I can't eat any more."

"It's okay, I'm treating you." Kung Fu Panda pointed to the silent monk standing next to him: "Actually, I also heard the monk talk about you. So I want to meet the peerless master he said."

Wang Jian felt embarrassed when he praised him like this, and smiled coquettishly: "He is not a peerless master."

"Have you participated in the competition? The monk and I have participated. In fact, the main reason why I invite you to come this time is to invite you to participate... You know, it's lonely. It feels like you can only drive wooden stakes when your hands are itchy. It's really

I feel bad." Kung Fu Panda patted his belly, then rubbed his hand on his pants, and then handed his hand to Wang Jian: "Xiong Wei, Tang Clan."

"Tang Sect!" Wang Jian's eyes widened: "Is it the Poison Sect?"

"The level of the poison sect is too low." Kung Fu Panda laughed and said, "I am from the inner sect, which is also the acupuncture sect. But it doesn't sound good, so it is collectively called the Tang sect. I am from Sichuan and have been here for eleven years."

Wang Jian stretched out his hand and shook it with him: "I actually don't know which school I am from, Yehu Chan is..."

"Monk, introduce yourself...what's wrong with you? You're such a bastard."

The monk opened his eyes and coughed awkwardly: "Master Kongyi's disciple, Bajie..."

"Master Kong Yi..." Wang Jian was quite surprised: "Both of you are from famous families."

Wang Jian knew that this Master Kongyi was an academic master with excellent calligraphy and painting skills. He once gave lectures at hundreds of forums and launched the public welfare activity of "No Buying, No Killing", which was popular all over the country.

He was a very well-known figure. Although I had never heard that he knew Kung Fu, Wang Jian found out when he took his class. This guy was definitely an invincible and extremely powerful person. However, he passed away last year. At that time, Wang Jian was still

I felt sorry for it for a long time.

"Second Junior Brother, come on." Kung Fu Panda waved to the monk: "Sit down and chat."

Three people were sitting at the table, but after introducing each other, the three of them started staring at each other, and no one knew what to say.

"Well, it's really hard to ask the monk to speak." Kung Fu Panda said in a loud voice, but in a very kind tone: "That's it, I'm going to gather more people to explain all their kung fu. Otherwise, it would be a shame if the tradition was lost.

, I am from a single lineage."

Wang Jian nodded hurriedly: "Me too."

The monk let out a long sigh: "Everyone in the world wants haste, but there is no such thing as speed."

"Speak normally and show off."

"People nowadays love to eat fast food. Kung Fu cannot be learned in a day or two." The monk shook his head: "It is very difficult."

After finishing speaking, Kung Fu Panda asked Wang Jian: "What will you do if you get the prize money from this competition? I plan to buy a house and get married, and let the girl rent a house with me. I always feel sorry for her."

"I..." Wang Jian thought for a moment: "Save it."

"They are all useless." Kung Fu Panda turned to look at the monk: "What about you?"

"I want to buy meat...and repair the house." The monk's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but failed: "The children are suffering too much."

When he said this, Wang Jian suddenly remembered that it was written in his information that he was a rural teacher. So Wang Jian nodded: "You are from Shanxi, right? Is it really that poor there? Aren't they all open?

Is it a BMW or Mercedes?”

"It's precisely because someone drives a Mercedes-Benz that some people don't have enough to eat." The monk's explanation was quite Zen-like: "The place where I live is dozens of miles away from the nearest county seat. There are hundreds of households in the village, and they make a living by growing corn.
To be continued...