Song Ci is still vigilant in his bones.

After being entrusted by her father to take care of her uncle, she felt that her breath was wrong and immediately sobered up.

Song Chunqing saw that she couldn't stay, and told her not to run around, not to get close to the river, just play in the shade, and then concentrate on counting people's legs.

Song Ci has a good impression of this white, pure and bookish uncle, although he is worse than her father in appearance, but there is no such sentence, the man who works hard is the most handsome, and he has a bonus.

But it's still not as good as her father.

Her dad is the most handsome!

Song Ci decided not to waste today's rainbow fart, but to tell his awkward father in person, and took the initiative to restore diplomatic relations.

Her father is ruthless enough, and he hasn't said a word to her until now, and he hasn't given her a straight eye.

Song Ci suspects that Comrade Song Chun'an is a Scorpio, and his Cold War skills are full!

It's a bit tricky.

The simple rainbow fart attack is not powerful enough, or else, pick a bunch of wildflowers for Daddy?

Song Ci was looking around to prepare a gift for his father, and was picked up.

"Didn't break it, did it? ”

Xu Weijun rolled up her sleeves worriedly to look at the injury, for fear that his little muse would be imperfect.

"Uncle Xu. ”

Song Ci called out sweetly, and obediently checked the abrasions on his arms and knees.

"Wow!

Xu Weijun saw the red potion full of eyes, his scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't help but gasp and make a contribution to global warming.

Song Ci turned around and comforted him:

"It's okay, it's just that it looks serious, but it's actually fine. I had taken protective measures at that time, and the force area was a little larger, and the corresponding wound depth was reduced, and the recovery was very fast. ”

Luan Bailu came over with a bucket behind him, stood still when he heard the words, and glanced at the little girl rarely.

That's kind of interesting.

Song Ci lowered his head, saw Kugai, who was also stepping to help, and raised his little hand to greet:

"Brother Xiao Gu, good afternoon. ”

Gu Mingjing glanced up at her, hummed expressionlessly, his eyes quickly swept over her injury, and his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Luan Bailu put down her burden, showed a kind smile, looked at Xiao Tuanzi carefully, and took the initiative to introduce herself:

"You're Song Ci's little friend, right? Hello, I'm Gu Mingjing's grandfather, Luan Bailu. I heard that you two are very good friends, and I will ask you to take care of Mingjing in the future. ”

Song Ci sat up straight in Xu Weijun's arms, straightened his expression and said solemnly:

"Hello Grandpa Luan! I admire your knowledge very much, it is my honor to know you, and I will salute you after the end of my studies in Song Porcelain!"

Her brain twitched, and she snapped into a not-so-standard military salute.

"Ouch, I can't do it. ”

Luan Bailu never thought that he would be treated so ceremoniously!

His big hands, which had been holding the pen and had now been sharpened into a thick calloon, trembled, and he wanted to help her thin little arms and hug her immature little body, but he was worried that he would scratch her.

And, what is his identity......

Luan Bailu took a deep breath, suppressed the infarction between her throats, and shouted to her grandson with a slight wetness in her eyes:

"Xiao Jing, stop your friend, don't be so polite. ”

Gu Mingjing looked at the excited look on his grandfather's face, and then raised his eyes to look at Song Ci who was being held, silent.

Did my grandfather have some misunderstanding about his height?

Song Ci blinked, seeing Luan Bailu's complex emotions of wanting to be close and afraid, and stretched out two little arms understandingly:

"Grandpa Luan, can you hug me? I want to get a little bit of Wenchang's anger and become smarter in the future. ”