Bai Lao turned around and raised his finger to his lips at Volin: "This is the best paper I have hidden, don't tell anyone." ”

"Oh, I don't tell anyone. Wallen nodded slightly, quickly.

She remembered that when she was a child, her father would give her brother and her pocket money when he paid his salary, and her brother turned left and right at home, always feeling that it was not safe to hide the pocket money, until he finally pressed it under the kang mat under the quilt in the corner of the wall, and he was relieved.

It can be seen that the weight of these pieces of oily paper in Bai Lao's heart is like the hard-won pocket money of his brother when he was a child.

Bai Lao carefully took out a piece of green oily paper for Warring to hold, and then laid out the quilt and sheets, and put the quilt and pillow back in their places on the bed, then smiled and took the oily paper in Wallen's hand, sat back on the bed and started cutting paper.

Soon, a young man in a military uniform with a large flower on his chest jumped out under the hands of Bai Lao, the young man was smiling and energetic, holding a knife in his left hand, and scissors hanging upside down on the index finger and thumb of his right hand.

"Bai Lao, this is you!" Warleen delighted.

Looking at the young man's face, she couldn't see where she looked like Bai Lao, after all, Bai Lao was in his twilight years, and his appearance when he was young must be very different, not to mention that the paper-cut is not a photo, and the appearance is more abstract.

But the right index finger and thumb hanging the scissors upside down are the most obvious signs of Bai Lao, and she can conclude from this alone that Bai Lao is cutting himself.

Thinking about the characters in the paper-cuts she saw just now, they were not as vivid as the paper-cuts in front of her, but they were indeed people.

Bai Lao's eyes were not dazed, and the shining eyes made Warlene's heart happy, and Bai Lao asked Warleen: "Is it like?"

Wallen replied very seriously: "Not like, but, yes, this is you, not like you." ”

With several years of tutoring experience, Warlene understands why Bai Lao asks "is it like" over and over again, at this time, Bai Lao, like a kindergarten child, needs serious affirmation, rather than perfunctory to make him happy, for example, the nurse Xiaoli has answered "like", but Bai Lao did not show the joy he should have.

After receiving an affirmative answer from Warleen, Bai Lao carefully folded the green paper-cuts, pressed them under the pillow, and then got out of bed, and pulled out a piece of red oily paper under the quilt with his hand, and cut one of himself again.

This time, he still wears a big flower on his chest, but the big knife in his left hand has been replaced by an ice pick, and there is an extra pair of scissors in his right hand.

"Like?" asked Elder Bai to Volin.

"Well, that's handsome!" Volin nodded vigorously.

Bai Lao's smile widened, he put the red paper-cut under the pillow, and took out a piece of green oily paper and a red oily paper from under the quilt at the same time, cut two papercuts of the same color as before, and then beckoned to Wallen.

Warlene walked from the table to the bed, waiting for Bai Lao to ask her, "Is it like?"

Bai Lao didn't ask, but stretched out his hand to Waren: "Gift!"

"Gift?" Warleen was a little confused, what a gift, she quickly reacted, "The gift is ready, but I don't know if you cut out yourself when I came, so I didn't bring the gift, next time I come, the gift will definitely be brought to you." ”

Bai Lao looked at the paper-cut in his hand, then looked at Warlene, and asked Warren very seriously: "What's your name?"

"Wallen. Warlene replied subconsciously, a little confused, Bai Lao wouldn't recognize her so quickly.