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When Song Shuhang returns home, he must face Lu. Old Lu is definitely more than three times as powerful after drinking. Papa Song rubbed his liver area.

Book Sailing is also really good. If you want to go home, call me early so he can have a psychological preparation. Now, it's only been more than ten minutes since I left home before I called. Daddy Song is really defenseless!

“Then be careful on your way home and come up to say hello to Uncle Lu... Why are you so noisy over there?” Daddy Song clamped his phone with his head and said aloud - he specifically pointed out the words’ Uncle Lu ', which was to prepare Song Shuhang for his return.

“Ha ha, it's okay, it's just that I came back this time to sit on a somewhat special vehicle.” Song Shuhang hit a haha: “I'll hang up first, I'll be home soon. ”

After that, Song Shuhang up the phone.

Daddy Song puzzled to put away his cell phone-- is there something special about transportation? What kind of vehicle makes such loud motor noises?

No, that's not the sound. Does it sound like the engine of a freighter that used to drive in the river, or is it the tractor that's rare in the village?

A tractor? Shit. No way. Papa Song felt a chill in his heart, which forced him to strike a chill.

No, I don't think so. I don't usually deduct Song Shuhang's living expenses, and Song Shuhang certainly won't be embarrassed to go home in a tractor.

I must have misheard myself —— maybe this is a SUV that sounds like a tractor?

When I was thinking about it, Daddy Song glanced at the BMW 7-Series car parked in front of his house.

Son, don't come back in the tractor - or Dad will be ashamed of himself.

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“Song, is that a call from Book Sailing?” At this point, the old Lu on the side hit a wine compartment and asked with a bright smile: “Is he going home? ”

“Ah, yeah. The boy from Book and Navigation made a surprise attack and said he was going to be home soon. Son of a bitch, Book Sail says he'll be here in 10 minutes, so prepare some more food!” Papa Song shouted at Mama Song.

“Hey, are you coming back? The kid, really, didn't say anything in advance.” Mother Song laughed. Luckily, a lot of ingredients were prepared today to greet Lu.

“Song, where's your book voyage now? Do you want me to ask God to drive to pick him up? Haha!” Old Luhaha laughed: “Speaking of which, I haven't seen Book Sailing in over a year, I don't know how he looks now. ”

“Ha, don't bother God bless. The kid said he was coming by car and would be home soon.” Daddy Song laughed twice.

Then, Papa Song began to fight with Lu dying.

Ten minutes... If you can, Daddy Song really wants to get old Lu drunk, then whatever car Book Sail comes to, it doesn't matter.

Because he wanted to go, and he always felt like that ‘bombardment’ sounded like a terrific tractor, and he panicked!

Unfortunately, Old Lu is not so easily drunk.

Ten minutes will soon pass...

Downstairs, there was a strange ‘burst, bombardment’ of the engine.

Song Shuhang, home!

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Soon as Song Shuhang approached home, he found an unmanned corner, tearing apart the white seniors posted on the tractor in the array of French characters, the ‘invisible’ symbol, the tractor exited the invisible state.

Otherwise, the tractor's 20-30 yards are too fast. Anyway, as long as the tractor is in its shape, it won't scare people. Problem with speed, when you're almost home, slow down is fine!

In fact, at first, Song Shuhang wanted to quietly park the tractor in an empty space near his home and not drive home —— because driving this thing home was a little shy. More importantly, Uncle Lu is at home. Song Shuhang knew that Uncle Lu and his father had lost friendship. The two of them had to compare everything and damage everything. If you drive your own tractor back... I can't imagine that.

However, the meteorite and cloud Mist Taoist picked up along the way left Song Shuhang helpless to cancel the plan. It's impossible for him to carry Senior White and Misty Taoist and drag another meteorite home, right?

So finally, Song Shuhang bit his teeth, threw away his own shame and rhythm, and drove the tractor to burst home.

Actually, think about it. The hand tractor is pretty handsome too.

“Is Book Sailing back?” After hearing the roar, Lu stood up from the chair and walked towards the window with a smile. He wanted to see what Song's son had become after a year.

When Papa Song listened to the strange noise of the ‘bombing protrusion’ downstairs, the bad feeling in his heart became more and more obvious. He froze his face and went with Lu to the window.

Both of them looked downstairs at the same time.

At this glance, Old Lu and Song Daddy changed their faces simultaneously.

Just downstairs, Song Shuhang grabbed the armrest of the tractor with both hands. The whole person moved with the tractor, shocked and shocked, it looked very high.

Behind the tractor, with a big rock...

Is it a tractor or a handrail?

What kind of play is this?

A moment later... Song Shuhang beautifully stopped the tractor!

“Ha ha ha, Song, your son drives such an awesome, handsome tractor. I remember I drove this thing 20 years ago. A hand tractor. Tsk! Where did this antique stuff come from? Can't you see this thing on the road now?” Lu pointed downstairs and laughed.

Just think of your son's BMW Series 7, then get on the hand tractor that old Song's son drove home - old Lu's heart was a little dark. With this infarct, he can be happy for a whole year!

On the side, Song Daddy's face was young, he bit his teeth tight, he couldn't help but run down now, and he pressed Song Shuhang on the ground and smoked.

Song Shuhang himself drove the tractor home!

Plus, it's fucking hand-held!

No, Papa Song feels his liver hurts like it's about to break!

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Downstairs, after Song Shuhang stopped the tractor, he lifted another figure from the driver's seat.

“A guest?” Daddy Song looked a little softer.

But what's this guy doing with the guests?

In the middle of thinking, Song Shuhang flipped behind the tractor again, and by the side of that big stone, another person - this person's shadow nature is worse!

As Papa Song can see, the man who flipped out behind him didn't have much clothes. In broad daylight, what kind of system are red fruits all over?

Song Shuhang grabbed it and carried the person behind the tractor onto his other shoulder.

Then he carried one on his left shoulder, one on his right shoulder, and swayed upstairs.

“What kind of play is this?” Old Lu asked in suspicion.

Daddy Song shook his head. How did he know what was going on?

Soon, Song Shuhang had gone upstairs and knocked on the door.

Mama Song ran over and opened the door.

Mommy Song was worried when she looked at her face: "Book sailing, what happened to the two people on your shoulder? ”

“Ha-ha-ha, don't worry about it.” Song Shuhang picked out his left shoulder, where he continued to close the white honor: “This one on the left is a good friend of mine, I invited him to come to our house as a guest. Halfway through, he fell asleep sleepless. He didn't wake up when he fell asleep. ”

“...” Song Mama looked at the white honored, why can't she just wake up? This is too heavy, isn't it?

Bai Zunhang is the whole person hanging on Song Shuhang's shoulder, a long hair hanging upside down, sprinkled down... hands powerless hanging, legs hanging on Song Shuhang's back also swayed with Book Hang.

It smells good to sleep in this way. The quality of this child's sleep is really good.

Mama Song sighed: “Alas, give this girl to me. You really are a little girl, are you embarrassed to carry her up like this? ”

Mother Song looked at the long black hair of the white honorable person, and the white honorable person belonged to a thin and thin figure. At first glance, she mistook the white honorable person.

“What girl? Cough, Mom, Bai... Song Bai is a man. It's just long hair. He's an art student. Long hair is common.” Song Shuhang made it up.

Luckily, Zhao Ya was not a guest at this time, otherwise she could see Song Shuhang was lying at a glance.

“What, it's a boy.” Song Mama was disappointed.

She thought Song Shuhang finally knew how to take the girl home! I didn't expect college to pass a year ago. This wood brought a boy home to be a guest, blind!

“What about this one on your right?” Mother Song looked at the cloudsmith on the right again, and she startled herself - this guy looks a little miserable, full of blood? It also seems to have been burned, burnt, burned and torn. However, the skin exposed is intact and free from burns.

“This is a wound number I picked up on the side of the road, and I looked at it and he just got a little flesh wound, but he fainted. I didn't think it was a good idea for him to lie down, so I brought him back.” Song Shuhang revealed a kind smile.

“You...” Mother Song pressed her forehead helplessly and was helpless about her son's 'good man' attribute: “Shouldn't you have called the hospital first at this time? What if you move the wound sign and it gets worse? ”

And one more thing, Mother Song didn't say - what if you were to blackmail if you encountered a wound mark? Then you'll argue.

“Don't worry, it's okay.” Song Shuhang laughed: “I know this person too. I'll call his family to pick him up later. It won't cause any trouble! ”

“Known? That's okay.” Mother Song sighed: “All right, stop stalling the door and move them in. Injury numbers should be in the room first, and your friend should be in your room first. ”

“Yes, of course.” Song Shuhang carried Baijing and Yunfeng Taoist, and when he passed the hall, he was able to say hello to Uncle Song and Uncle Lu by the window.

Then, he entered the bedroom, blushing and gasping, carrying the white princess and the cloud mist doer.

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“You have a lot of energy in your book?” Old Lu leaned against the window and said to Papa Song in a red light.

Carrying two people, carrying one breath upstairs, without breathing.

“The boy is barbaric.” Daddy Song smiled - Say, has Song Shuhang grown recently? It's bigger than the last time I saw it.

“Go down with me and try your son's tractor.” Old Lu, this is the pain in Song's heart: “I haven't touched a tractor in years! ”

Trying to open a hand tractor is an excuse, Lu. It is clear that it is meant to stimulate Papa Song.

“You old thing, don't make a scene. Drinking so much, not afraid of traffic accidents.” Daddy Song snorted.

“Fear of birds, more than twenty years ago, my left hand two-pot head, right hand with a hand tractor, has never happened? I know how much I drink myself. Besides, I drove off to White Whale Road. What are you afraid of?” Old Lu complained and waved to Lu Tianyu in the living room: “God bless, come and give me the tractor, we're slipping! ”

A rocking tractor? Lu Tianyu really wants to cry at this time.

Daddy Song sighed, but had to go down with Lu - he couldn't keep up, God knows what if Lu went mad and drove a tractor all the way to get drunk?

A row of three people went downstairs, and Lui climbed up to the driver's seat with excitement, touching the familiar and some strange tractor armrest with his hands.

The years are unforgiving. It's been more than 20 years since my son grew up.

He must try the hand tractor, albeit with the idea of 'poking Daddy Song's heart in pain'. But I really miss the feeling of running a tractor.

“God bless, don't stand still and rock the tractor in front!” Lu shouted at his son.

Lu Tianyu laughed bitterly, grabbed the cradle of the tractor, then held up his ass and began to shake it hard. When he was a kid, he also used to see the old Lu rocker tractor, so he was familiar with the set.

Bombing… synapses.

The armrest tractor was activated again.

“Get in, get in. You two go in the back and let me take you both for a walk!” Old Lu exclaimed with excitement.

Daddy Song was helpless and climbed behind the tractor.

Lu Tianyou smoked a cigarette at the corner of his mouth: "Don't I have to go up there? ”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Old Lu was angry.

Lu Tianyu smiled bitterly and climbed over to Papa Song.

“By the way, why did Book Sail bring back this giant stone?” Lu Tian Yu looked at the stone and asked.

Daddy Song shook his head.

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Upstairs, Song Shuhang was putting the cloud Misty Daoist in place, and when he placed the White Honor on his bed, he suddenly heard the downstairs tractor start.

Song Shuhang rushed to the window and looked down.

Then I saw Uncle Lu sitting in the tractor driver's seat with excitement, Daddy Song and Lu Tianyu sitting in the tractor bucket, the tractor, slowly moving.

It's time to die! Song Shuhang came out of cold sweat.

The White Venerable affixed to the tractor, he tore away only the invisible form of formation. The array of acceleration, reduction of friction and resistance has not been removed. This tractor can run a hundred yards!