Not to mention how Song Jiang was frightened, anyway, he slept in the rolling room that night, and left after a hurried breakfast the next day, Wu Da wanted to keep him for a few more days.

The New Year is approaching, Wu Song is far away, and he can't come back for the New Year this year, but there are more Tao Bao and Rolling for the New Year this year, and it is not too lonely.

After the New Year, the store continued to open after two days of rest, the business was on the right track, and the business was still booming.

Thinking that Ying'er was not too small, Tao Bao handed over the work to Rolling and led Ying'er to his room.

After this period of getting along, coupled with often helping in the store, Ying'er was much bolder, knowing that Tao Bao was not the kind of tyrannical person, and she was not afraid of her, but because she taught her literacy, cooking and other things, she was very grateful to Tao Bao.

When the two entered the house, Tao Bao motioned for Ying'er to find a seat for herself, and then walked to the dresser and brought the prepared small basket.

"Mother, what is this?" Ying'er looked at the contents of the small basket curiously, and caught a glimpse of a book inside, thinking that Tao Bao was going to teach her other books, and she was faintly looking forward to it.

Tao Bao sat down on the stool, put the small basket on the table, and glanced up at Ying'er, with big eyebrows and big eyes, his face has raised a little baby fat these days, but it is a standard goose egg face when he loses weight, and now he still has childishness on his face, but his body has appeared in the form of a girl.

"Counting it, you're twelve years old now, aren't you?" Tao Bao asked.

Ying'er nodded, but her eyes were still looking at the book, Tao Bao saw this, hooked his lips and smiled, picked up the book and flipped it to her.

At this glance, Ying'er saw clearly what was on it, and suddenly her face turned red with shame.

"Mother, you, what do you think of this kind of book?" Ying'er's eyes widened, looking at Tao Bao incredulously, seeing her smiling face, she couldn't help but glance at the book again curiously.

It's not a book at all, it's just a few large pieces of paper folded together.

Tao Bao spread out a few physiological structure diagrams, and when he saw Ying'er's shy and curious appearance, he said with a smile:

"It's just a few physiological charts, you think about it now, it's almost menstrual time, I'll give you a reminder first, so that you don't panic when the time comes. ”

As he spoke, he remembered the stupid thing that he thought he was terminally ill when he first came to his aunt, and couldn't help laughing.

touched Ying'er's head, talked to her about the physiological structure of boys and girls and how to deal with the arrival of the eldest aunt, and comforted her by the way, and taught her to make menstrual belts.

Pan Jinlian's lifespan is not long, once she disappears, there is no woman in the family, she is afraid that Ying'er will not be able to deal with the kind of thing that girls have, so she will take precautions and tell her first.

Ying'er, the girl Tao Bao, still feels distressed when she looks at it, she doesn't care about getting married or anything in the future, but she will teach whatever she can teach the current things, and she just wants to wait for her to leave after this child can manage her life happily.

In the face of Tao Bao's straightforward teaching, Ying'er was embarrassed at first, and when she came back to her senses, tears began to drip big, look at Tao Bao, and look at the contents of the small basket, and kneel down when she left the bench.

"Mother, Ying'er will be filial to you in the future!"

Tao Bao quickly helped her up, shook his head and smiled: "You have this heart, I understand it, you don't have to kneel, the light is dark in the room, you take the drawings to the window to see, there is no one else in the house, don't be shy." ”

"Uh-huh. Ying'er nodded obediently, wiped her eyes with a smile, and picked up the drawings with a red face and came to the window.

It's still cold, the window is closed, the paste window paper is the kind of rough yellow paper, the lighting is not good, Ying'er wants to open the window.

Look left and right to see if there is no place to put what you have in hand, simply put the drawings on the windowsill first, then take a bench and step on it, and use the hook to push the window open.

The pole was a bit long, and it was more laborious to push open the window, so Ying'er moved forward a little, and the pole in her hand finally held up.

Just as she was about to return it, the drawing, which had been sandwiched between her front and the windowsill, lost its pressure, and fell out of the window because it was too far away.

Thinking of the drawings on the drawing, Ying'er's face turned white with fright. Hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab it, but she didn't think that she was too hard, and stepped on the bench again, and then the whole person rushed out of the windowsill, only to frighten her "ah" scream.

Although the second floor is not high, it is almost four meters, and Ying'er rushes down in this posture, and if you don't die, you will be paralyzed.

Under this window is a three-meter-wide alley, and there are many people coming and going on weekdays, and seeing a girl planted from the second floor, she was so frightened that she inhaled cold air.

There was a blue-robed boy who happened to be riding a horse under the windowsill, and suddenly heard the sound of inhalation around him, and hurriedly looked up, and saw a black shadow falling on his head, and he was so shocked that he didn't know how to react.

Just when he thought that he was going to die on this street today, he felt a cold wind blow blowing between the lightning and flint, and a hand suddenly appeared above his head, grabbed the falling man, and narrowly grazed over his head.

A pink silk flower flew down from his eyes, and the blue-robed boy on the horse subconsciously touched his head, and it was really the silk flower he was wearing on his head.

Thinking that he was almost stoned to death, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Just when he was rejoicing in his death, another stack of yellow paper slowly fell from his eyes, and he subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and a slender white finger grabbed the yellow paper one step ahead of him.

Stunned, he raised his head, and at that moment, the blue-robed boy was dumbfounded, this, is this a fairy descending to earth?

Tao Bao, known as the fairy, held the horse's head with one hand and the yellow paper with the other, without glancing at the blue-robed boy.

The incident happened suddenly, and he was holding the frightened Ying'er in his left hand, and he was still holding a small iron pot in his right hand, and in the iron pot was still steaming scrambled eggs.

Seeing Tao Bao walking back, he put Ying'er down, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Ying'er, children can't be too naughty, if we didn't come quickly, you would have to spend the rest of your life in bed." ”

looked at Tao Bao, saw her raise her chin at herself, and then took the pot that was still steaming back from the alley back to the front store.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, this will go around the alley, where did these two people come out before?

Is it a big change?

Ignoring the blazing gazes around him, Tao Bao calmly took Ying'er, who had not yet come back to his senses, and left.

In the distance, everyone heard her teach in a serious tone:

"It seems that I have to teach you some martial arts, otherwise next time I come again, your uncle and I won't have time to save you, there are still many customers to greet in the store, you can give me peace of mind, this paper will fall, it's not a big deal, take care of your own life first and then think about fame, you know?"

"Well, I know, I won't dare next time. ”

"It's good to know......"