Carambola Creek opened it and saw that there was a small person holding hands, a man and a woman, the man was still wearing a uniform, and the woman was wearing a skirt, which was quite realistic and detailed.

There are also a few crooked words below: Aunt Tao and Uncle Tao have a safe journey.

The word peach is not a word, but a painted peach, which is red and chubby.

"This is painted by Xiao Tian?" said Carambola Creek in surprise.

"I drew the paintings, and the characters were according to what Grandma Dalan wrote, and I don't know how to write. Xiao Tian flashed a pair of big eyes that could speak, and introduced very seriously.

"Britney is awesome!" Carambola Creek took a bite at Sweetny's face.

Such a young child can draw such a realistic picture, maybe this is a great painter in the future.

"Grandma Dalan said that she is very talented, and she can focus on cultivating painting in the future. Yang Danxi added on the side.

"As long as Xiao Tian is willing to learn, let her learn. "Carambola Creek is very supportive.

"I want to be a painter like Aunt Tao. Xiao Tian said seriously.

"I'm not a painter. Carambola Creek corrected with a smile.

"The Great Ancestor said that the painting in his room was painted by Aunt Tao. Xiao Tian pointed in the direction of the old lady's room and said.

Only then did Carambola Xi understand what Xiao Tian was talking about.

The whole picture of Heming Mountain she drew before was indeed collected by the old lady.

"Alright, Sweetie, we have to go to school. Yang Danxi stretched out his hand to take Xiao Tian over, looked at Carambola Creek and said, "I won't send you away, call home when you arrive, take care of yourself." ”

Yang Danxi is 200% relieved about his sister, so he didn't have a word of extra advice.

"Good. Carambola Creek also nodded happily.

If it weren't for the fact that the current world is not as developed as in later generations, if it weren't for the fear that the old people in the family would be worried, she would have set off lightly a long time ago, where would she still listen to her grandmother's nagging here at this point.

"Goodbye Aunt Tao, goodbye Uncle. Xiao Tian stood on the ground along Yang Danxi's legs, took Yang Danxi's hand and said goodbye to Carambola Xi and Xia Zecheng obediently, and followed to school in a bouncing manner.

"Taotao, this is the dumplings that everyone made. ”

Xin Hua and Wang Xin'e came over with two bowls of hot dumplings, and at the door of the hall, Wang Xin'e handed the bowl in her hand to Xia Zecheng and said with a smile.

"Go out and go home with dumplings, I wish you a safe journey, you can think of us when you eat dumplings, haha~"

"Thank you, aunties. Carambola Xi took it with both hands, her eyes were slightly moist, her heart was warm, and at the same time, she was a little reluctant.

After eating the dumplings, Yang Yuanqiao actually packed up half a bag of food.

Carambola Creek was so frightened that she didn't dare to stay any longer: "Grandma, I really can't bring it, and if I take you again, I will empty the house." ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Carambola Creek hurriedly motioned to Xia Zecheng to move things and leave.

Before going out, she and Xia Zecheng naturally solemnly bid farewell to the old lady and other elders.

Going out must be sued, returning must be faced, this is the rule that the very young children in the steep gate village know.

Jiang Zhu took a few brothers and sent things to the car.

The car was waiting at the entrance of the village.

There was actually a group of people waiting at the entrance of the village.

The village chief was holding a canned glass bottle full of wet soil.

Fu Zuzong stood beside the village chief.

Carambola Creek's eyes were astringent, and she stepped forward to salute.

"Taotao, this is the soil in front of each house, it is everyone's heart, you take it well. The village chief handed over the canned food bottle in his hand, "I'd rather love my hometown and pick up the soil, don't be greedy for ten thousand taels of gold from other places, and take a look when you're homesick." ”

The cans and bottles are made of glass, and everything inside is clear.

A bottle full of moist soil is formed by the accumulation of a handful of soil and a drop of water in front of each house, which is the most sincere blessing of the villagers.

Carambola Creek took it with both hands and shook it deeply at everyone, and the tears in her eyes finally fell.

A thousand words, all in this one.