Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

At this time, the little horn is roaming in the ocean of freedom.

Ah, sunshine, the sunshine of freedom.

Ah, the little flower, the little flower of freedom.

Ah, little balloon...

The little balloon is gone!

The hawker has already mounted his bicycle to the next crowded place, and the baby hasn't had time to catch up.

After chasing the hawker selling balloons for so long, Little Horn turned around and found that he couldn't find his brother, surrounded by strangers, and the dessert shop was nowhere to be found.

He almost cried with his slumped mouth, where's his brother? Why didn't my brother keep up?

Feng Shixia was already anxiously jumping in the dessert shop, and he disappeared because of his older brother, who was the little baby in the family.

He was frightened out of a cold sweat. He didn't dare to tell his family, and hurried out to look for it.

At the moment, the little horn was tearing down the street. He was small, and he could only look at the various trouser legs in the crowd. The little horn went all the way forward, believing that as long as he walked down he would be able to get home.

Jiang Fang, who was not in a very happy mood, walked on the road. He looked for the location of the Internet celebrity dessert shop based on the navigation on his mobile phone, which seemed to be nearby.

Jiang Fang frowned. The dessert was at the south gate of the mall, and the driver took him to the east gate.

He walked forward while looking at the phone. He was bumped into his calf abruptly. He lowered his head and a child was bumped into his ass. Jiang Fang put away the phone and squatted down to look at him, "Are you okay."

The child was white and fat. Chubby was rubbing his forehead with his hands. His brother was hit without finding it.

The child cried out, and Jiang Fang was helpless. He didn't notice that it was the child who hit him or he accidentally hit the child. The main problem now is how to keep him from crying.

The trumpet was ticked, and Jiang Fang had never encountered such a thorny problem. He is like a cotton dumpling, making Jiang Fang unable to start, "Don't cry."

The little speaker looked at this cold-faced little brother, he was a face-control, and he liked the nice little brother the most.

His chubby face was stuck to the opponent's leg, and the trumpet rubbed against his leg, "Hungry, eat cakes."

He walked so far just now, and now his stomach is clamoring, the little cow cake has not been eaten, and his brother can't find it. The little horn is sad, "eat two."

This is too invisible. If it weren't for him to dress well, Jiang Fang would have thought it was some little beggar who came to touch the porcelain.

Although Jiang Fang was young, he knew that the child was lost. The adults must be very anxious. He looked at the little speaker and asked, "Why are you in your family?"

The little horn choked twice, "Throw... Lost."

It turned out to be a lost child.

Little Horn explained, "Brother loses his breath."

Jiang Fang frowned and looked at him, "It's not that your brother is lost, it's you, little fool."

There were tears on Little Trumpet's face. He felt uncomfortable, so he buried his face on Jiang Fang's clothes and wiped it.

Jiang Fang's breathing was stagnant, this child!

The little speaker looked up at him pitifully, Jiang Fang felt relieved at once, "Do you remember where you lost it?"

He plans to find the family of the child first, and if he can't find it, he can only call the police.

Little Horn bit his finger for a moment and thought, he is still sitting on the ground, Jiang Fang wants him to stand up.

Unexpectedly, the little speaker was so hungry and delirious, he sat on the ground and bargained, "It takes... two cakes to get it."

The little horn's belly screamed at the right time, his battery was about to run out, and he opened his mouth and yawned.

Jiang Fang's existence made him feel relieved, "Brother, Kuai Kuai."

When I was thinking about eating, Jiang Fang looked at the child seriously, "Do you have contact information for family members?"

The little speaker yawned and looked at each other in a daze, "Connect?"

His head crooked and Jiang released his hand to hold him, "Where is your home? What are the phone numbers of Mom and Dad?"

"Phone," the little speaker sitting on the ground rubbed his eyes, "What is the phone, the baby doesn't know."

It seemed that there was no hope relying on him. Jiang Fang took out his mobile phone and wanted to post a "lost and found" in the circle of friends. The baby's eyes widened suddenly, "Do you want to take a picture of the baby?"

Little speakers are too familiar with this process. Adults take out their phones because they think the baby is cute and want to take pictures of the baby. It seems that the same is true for the little brother. The baby sits cross-legged, with his head stretched forward, "I want to take a cute picture of the baby."

Jiang Fang clicked a picture and prepared to send it to Moments. As a result, as soon as he clicked it, he saw a small video that played automatically.

Netizens had rheumatic hair, an hour ago.

The baby in the video dresses the same as the one in front of him. He can't help but put the phone beside the baby to compare.

The baby stretched out his head curiously to see, and finally scratched his head foolishly, "This little baby looks like me."

…

Jiang Fang didn't know what to say.

It was just such a coincidence that the child he picked up was actually the child of a netizen in his game.

In this case, it is easy to handle, Jiang Fang opened the non-rheumatic dialog box this summer.

[X: Your child is here with me. 】

The other party didn't answer him, Jiang Fang thought that he should be busy looking for the child without looking at his cell phone.

He made a video call, and Feng Shixia was walking through the crowd and suddenly felt the phone vibrate.

It's X. They haven't said a few words since they added friends, usually they asked him to make a copy.

It was the first time X took the initiative to find himself, but now is not a good time to chat, Feng Shixia hung up, and X's message popped up immediately.

[X: I see a quick return. 】

[X: The child is in my hands. 】

[X: Small speakers sell cute photos.jpg]

? ? ?

Feng Shixia slammed the brakes on the ground, why is this happening for a while?

He quickly stopped the driver beside him, "Wait, a friend of mine saw the little horn."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and just found it.

Feng Shixia quickly returned the call to X, and the answer was quick over there, but it was a very immature voice that was different from what he had imagined.

"Hey, is it x?"

"Yes, did you lose a child?"

Feng Shixia nodded repeatedly, and then remembered that he was not a video, and the other party couldn't see it. "I lost a child. He is more than three years old this year. He is wearing a little cow's clothes. He is called Little Horn."

Jiang Fang looked at the kid holding his calf, it was a little cow.

"Where are you now? Are you coming over to find me or I will send the child to you."

"I'm going to find you, you stand still and give me a position."

Jiang Fang sent the location, then stared at the little speaker, "Your family will pick you up in a while."

The little horn held his leg and didn't seem to understand what he was saying.

Standing in the middle of the road, Jiang Fang felt that the two of them who were coming and going were not so good here. He moved step by step to the side, and the little horn seemed to be stuck to his leg.

Jiang let go of his leg, "Excuse me, can you let go first?"

The little speaker shook his head, "Brother, take me to the cake."

Probably he was really hungry, but there was no place to sell food around. Jiang Fang had to wait here for Xiaotong's family to come, and he couldn't leave for a while.

He patiently persuaded the children, "Will you eat later?"

The little speaker nodded, "After a while, eat four."

Good guy, that's doubled.

When Feng Shixia got the address, he almost rushed over. Fortunately, the small speaker did not leave the business district. Feng Shixia found them five minutes later.

In order to show that Jiang Fang was standing on the flowerbed, the trumpet still hugged his legs tightly, and many people stopped and watched. Is this a new form of performance?

Feng Shixia only put his heart back in his stomach when he really saw the little horn. He took a deep breath and walked over, "Hello, kid. Are you the son of God X? Where's your father?"

By now, Feng Shixia thought God X was a great **** in his twenties or thirties.

Jiang Fang looked at him, "I am x."

Feng Shixia looked at the young man in shock, and the young man stretched out his hand, "You are rheumatism."

Feng Shixia's worldview collapsed once again. The big man who held his thigh in the game was still a child? It's so terrible to say it out!

Feng Shixia shook hands with him. Little Horn saw that his acquaintances were aggrieved. He finally let go of Jiang Fang's leg and tried to beat him upside down, "You...Where did you go?"

"You are not good, the baby found you after looking for a long time!"

After finding his brother, Jiang Fang lost his role as a landmark. He watched as the child who was still clinging to him just now fell into his brother's arms, and he was completely left out in the cold.

There was a little bit of loss in Jiang Fang's heart.

Xiaorou Danzi was held in his hands, and Feng Shixia was finally settled. He also walked out of the shock brought by God X, "I will call Shixia, you can call me Brother Xiaoxia. How do you... call it?"

"Jiang Fang."

Short and powerful, exactly the same as in the game, he is an out-and-out cool guy.

Feng Shixia had no experience with children. He looked at the little horn twisted in his arms, and then at Jiang Fang, who was alone. He sent an invitation to Jiang Fang, "I invite you to eat." Something, thank you for saving the little speaker."

Jiang Fang refused, but he obeyed under repeated invitations from Feng Shixia.

They went back to the internet celebrity shop, and fell asleep with the little speaker in their arms.

He didn't forget to harp in his sleep, he should have eaten something good in his dream. Feng Shixia gently woke him up and asked him to eat the little cake he was thinking of. The little horn pouted in a daze, and the little cow cake came to his mouth quickly and consciously.