While Mr. Zhao and Mr. Liang's family got rid of the Zou family and his son, they also got rid of the burden of the past and began to truly relax.

In fact, many of modern people's anxiety and psychological diseases are caused by the dense urban environment itself, coupled with the less clean air and endless traffic jams, as well as the repeated work day after day, it is becoming increasingly difficult to be happy. People's nature is so yearning for nature and freshness, so almost everyone will write "travel" into the hobby column.

But usually, the freshness and experience of the destination are often proportional to the distance. The closer you are to a big city, the worse the environment, the more average air, and more people. Where far enough, more time and money must be spent to arrive. This makes everyone always focus on long holidays, and all places will be crowded, which will lead to people who obviously like to travel not daring to go out.

The banks of Xiaoyin Lake are a wonderful choice for Linghai citizens. Almost the moment they stepped into the room, the two guests were like being bathed in a clear spring, and entered a state of refreshing and exciting. Xiao Zhao even acted like Deng Bin. His first reaction was not to enjoy these, but to ask Zhou You if he could continue for one night.

One thing is different from Deng Bin, they saw a new scenery.

Chen Miaomiao seemed to have not found any new residents, but only focused on her own sketching. The Great Golden Retriever Klinsman lay obediently beside her to rest, looking up at the surroundings from time to time, blinking lazily.

The two families began to subconsciously take photos of Chen Miaomiao, but in fact Bai Jing was also doing this in secret.

In the face of this supreme cushion, the tripod and wide-angle lens are weak.

"Shh..." Mrs. Zhao carefully grabbed her son who wanted to come over, "I want to see my aunt draw, it's better to be so far away, don't disturb her."

"Yes." The little boy tiptoed hard, trying to see the drawing board clearly, "The auntie's drawing is so beautiful."

As he was talking, the tip of the pencil in Chen Miaomiao's hand suddenly broke due to excessive force.

She silently lowered her head and took out the pencil sharpener, and turned around and said in a deep voice: "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Seeing this look, the innocent little boy suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive. In order to survive, he quickly nodded and said, "Hello sister..."

"Hey, be good." Chen Miaomiao's expression finally calmed down, "Sister is painting oil paintings, and now he is making a draft."

"Can I, touch it?" the little boy pointed at the big golden retriever a little shyly.

"Of course." Chen Miaomiao leaned over and picked up the frisbee on the ground, "This is for you, let's play with Klinsman for a while."

"Wow!" The little boy's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to take the Frisbee, "Thank you, my elder sister."

"Don't emphasize it." Chen Miaomiao said, leaning over and patting the big golden retriever, "Let's play with him for a while."

Klinsman stood up a little confused and blinked at the little boy.

The little boy also looked at Klinsmann and suddenly turned around and threw out the Frisbee.

Klinsman couldn't control himself at all, so he got up and rushed out.

"Hahaha." This was the first time the little boy played like this with a dog, so Saya chased after him.

Seeing that the child was so happy, Mrs. Zhao was so comfortable, so she immediately said to Chen Miaomiao: "I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, you're optimistic about the child, although it doesn't seem to be deep, it's also dangerous."

"Thank you for your reminder, that won't bother you."

"Um."

After being polite, Mrs. Zhao turned around and cleaned her hair, bathed in the gentle sunshine, walked on the lawn in a relaxed and relaxed manner, strolling leisurely, and slowly walked towards her son.

She couldn't help but thank God. Fortunately, Zou Chunmei and his son left, otherwise they would not be able to calm down. That naughty child alone would be enough for people to drink a few pots. Although the legal system is very sound now, there is no means for such people. In the end, they can only use evil to control evil and kill a more ruthless character to help everyone relieve their anger.

Speaking of the tougher characters, the terrifying sister of Ms. White, maybe it would be better to stay away from them.

However, when she came up with this idea, it was too late.

Klinsmann did not catch up with the Frisbee, but was intercepted by a seemingly petite figure.

"You can't throw it away, look at me." Willon held the Frisbee tightly and began to circulate on the spot. Although he was known as a triathlon player, he took out the momentum of the discus player. After turning 1080°, he heard her shouting, and the Frisbee came out, "Flying-fire-flow-star!"

The red frisbee drew a steep curve, containing the unfathomable theory of relativity, and rushed towards the unknown future.

This is not a Frisbee at all, it is a home run.

But Klinsman was very excited and rushed out in the direction she threw. It was probably because he had never seen such a challenging task if he lived so much.

But the little boy couldn't keep up with the rhythm any longer. After running two steps, he quickly turned around panting and looked at Yun Danfeng Qing Wanton.

There are different food chains in different places. For example, in the world of children, the power value is always a part that cannot be ignored, which is why the little boy is afraid of Xiaozhuang.

Now, he is facing the existence that crushes Xiaozhuang, the peak of children's martial arts value, and the existence like a child king.

Wonton took out half a bottle of nutritional express from his pocket, took a sip, then yelled like a hero, wiped his mouth, and then asked, "What grade do you have?"

“Fourth, fourth grade.”

"Oh?" Willon's expression was excited, "Have you entered the realm of plane geometry?"

"Ah, it's okay." The little boy scratched his head, "I basically don't follow the school teaching and have been in the Olympiad."

"Mathematical Olympiad?" Willon was shocked. This was something she had seen occasionally on the Internet. It was a course that only top elites in primary and secondary schools could learn. People who can master Olympiad mathematics are rare everywhere.

Looking at this little boy with a disgraceful appearance, wonton was both awe and curious for a moment.

"Can you tell me something about Olympiad Mathematics?" asked Wanton.

"Ah, let me think about it... For example, I did a question on the way here." The little boy said, taking out a booklet from his pocket and recited to Wanton, "In a farm, there are 100 chickens and rabbits in total, and the number of chickens has 28 fewer legs than rabbits. How many chickens and rabbits are there?"

"What?" Willon's eyes widened.

So the little boy approached a little and said it again.

Willon understood this time and just smiled softly: "But that's the case, isn't it just counting?"

"That's right, how do you solve it?"
Chapter completed!