Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three Best Choice

Chen Chaogong held a tool for popping popcorn in his hand, and looked quietly at the sky of Baihua City. The sound of guns and supernatural powers clashing came from far away from the north. {щww{suimеng][lā}

Just when the fat man thought that Chen Chaogong would never speak again, he suddenly spoke and said:

"Hundred Flowers City is a beautiful place, it's very uneven, I hope to go back and have a look."

"What's the meaning?"

The fat man didn't understand at first, but after a while, seeing that Chen Chaogong had gone far away, he immediately chased after him, and shouted behind Chen Chaogong:

"Chen Chaogong, are you leaving?"

Chen Chaogong stopped in his tracks, turned his head, looked at the fat man behind him, with deep meaning on his face,

"I said that I'm not the person you're looking for. The Hundred Flowers City is not what it used to be. The Golden Gate base is too busy to take care of itself. It doesn't make any difference whether you have me or not."

Then, Chen Chaogong took two steps forward, turned his head and said to the fat man who was standing there:

"Also, think about it for yourself, when will Baihua City get out of this state of war readiness? Now, everyone doesn't say anything on the surface, but in fact the nerves in their heads are tense, for fear that one day they won't be able to defend the city. The door is closed, and a stable life after a long time will fall into a bloody storm again, Fatty, no matter from which point of view, letting me go seems to be the best choice."

"Is it the best choice?"

The fat man muttered, looking at Chen Chaogong's back on the road again, the sky was clear and there was still thin snow on the side of the road that hadn't been swept away, the fat man suddenly felt that Chen Chaogong's back looked much heavier than before. People who have lived in the city for half a year have never felt as heavy as they do today.

Just for a moment, the fat man couldn't take it anymore, and shouted at Chen Chaogong's back very emotionally:

"Old Chen, what's wrong with Hundred Flowers City? The children here all like you."

Chen Chaogong's footsteps paused, and then he started to walk forward again. There was a feeling of reluctance, needless to say, Chen Chaogong didn't know where to start.

So the fat man shouted again angrily: "Old Chen, An Ran will not let you go."

He saw that Chen Chaogong's footsteps still didn't stop, the fat man hurriedly picked up his stomach, and ran to An Ran's house quickly, it was already time for lunch, the fat man thought about this matter,

Tell An Ran, and then have a meal at An Ran's house.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at An Ran's house, An Ran had already finished his lunch, the fat man felt a little sad, and he babbled about Chen Chaogong's weirdness today to An Ran, then grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the table, twisted his big fat hand, and Eating melon seeds, while asking An Ran,

"An Ran, tell me, what does Chen Chaogong mean? Does he have any plans to leave our Hundred Flowers City?"

"It looks a bit like it."

An Ran was holding a comb and combing her hair. She was still wearing cotton pajamas, a floral rose red pajamas, which gave her a sense of sight of green flowers in the village.

While combing her hair, she looked at the yard of Chen Chaogong's house in her mind. His subordinates had already finished sweeping the snow, and the doll seemed to have finished tossing and sitting under the eaves of Chen Chaogong's house, with his few Subordinates line up in a row.

One of his subordinates found a big watermelon out of nowhere, and happily asked the baby,

"Baby, do you eat iced watermelon? It's delicious."