Qin Li was dozing off on the tree stump in front of the door, his two little hands supporting his chin, and his head was like a chicken pecking rice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Bang!" she suddenly opened her eyes wide and fell to the ground on her back with her feet facing the sky.

Confused, he didn't know what was going on, and looked at the blue sky above him with tears in his eyes.

My forehead hurts... It must be swollen again. T^T

"I asked you to practice, are you practicing sleep?" Qin Cheng's handsome face appeared in Qin Cheng's sight, staring at her condescendingly, his face full of hatred.

Qin Li got up, sat directly on the ground with his small body, looked at him with big eyes and tears, and complained silently.

Seeing his daughter's weak appearance, Qin Cheng was furious, and immediately turned on the boasting bombing mode, "You said that I am a dignified Qingyun-level master, I opened my talent when I was four years old, I went to the cultivation ground to study at the age of six, and I was already a beginner-level Heavenly Spirit at the age of nine..."

When Qin Cheng said this, Qin Li's immature voice said: "At the age of twelve, he reached the level of entering the path and was called a little genius, at the age of fifteen he reached the middle level, at the age of nineteen he entered the realm of Xiaocheng, at the age of twenty-three he entered the Mahayana realm, at the age of twenty-eight he was already a master of the Fuyao level, and at the age of thirty-six, he achieved Qingyun, Lao Tzu is so powerful, I didn't expect to be a stupid person like me at the age of six who has not shown his talent for a while..."

Qin Li's voice was soft and glutinous, his tone was boring and casual and impatient, and he blinked after speaking.

But what's the key is not to notice for a while? The next second, when I saw my father's expression was cloudy, I suddenly felt bad, and I wanted to run when I got up.

However, the person's calves were short, and he was grabbed by the collar by a big hand after only two steps, Qin Cheng's eyes were full of fire, and he was furious.

"Okay, you little girl, you dare to learn from your old man! Do you know what it means to respect your elders? I don't want to eat at night, don't you? Why do you remember these things after I say so much? Why don't you remember that I want you to practice every day?"

Qin Li covered his ears, his little head shrugged to accept the baptism of his father's saliva, and his little face like a bun was aggrieved and flattened, how pitiful and pitiful it was.

Finally waited for the father to finish reprimanding, the little bun Qin Li walked away from sitting on the wooden pier with tears in his eyes, and protested to himself in a small voice, "You say to me dozens of times every day, and anyone remembers it..."

Then an earth-shattering roar sounded behind him: "Stinky girl, get over here!" What did you just say??!

Qin Li was so frightened that he jumped up like a rabbit, and ran away on his short legs.

If she is caught by her father again, she will not be chattering for half an hour, and she will not be in peace until dinner at night.

Qin Cheng looked at the small figure running away with a smoke, and gasped, "I'm really angry, why don't you understand Lao Tzu's good intentions?

Thinking that his daughter was bullied by her in-laws because of her lack of strength in the future, Qin Cheng felt that she had become a heart disease, and she became more and more convinced, and the girl was really stronger!

Qin Li ran a long distance and could still hear Daddy's roar, his little heart was fluttering, she didn't know if Daddy was a big master, she only knew that Daddy's roaring skills were becoming more and more superb.

"Chestnut girl, don't listen to your father's bragging, come, go to Uncle's house for dinner, Uncle hunted colorful chickens today. Da Liang came out of the house and greeted Qin Li from afar.

This village is already small, but Qin Cheng has a loud voice, and every time he loses his temper, his voice can be transmitted far away, so half of the village can know about it afterwards.

As soon as he heard the colorful chicken, Qin Cheng's depressed and depressed mood changed instantly, and the rain passed and the sky was clear.

"Little chestnut, you're here! My dad hunted a lot of delicious things today!" Xiao Liang's eyes shone brightly, and his small body, which was a head taller than Qin Li, was healthy and swarthy.

After speaking, the little kid was a little embarrassed to touch it from his trouser pocket, and took out a colorful long feather and handed it over.

I don't know how long I've been stuffed in my trouser pocket, and the originally supple feathers have become brilliant. Seeing Ling Yu become like this, the little kid scratched his head a little shyly, knowing that he would just pluck it and send it to the little chestnut.

The chestnut bun blinked, took it very happily, and thanked it softly and glutinously, which made the little kid blush instantly and became even more embarrassed.

The reason why the colorful chicken is called this name is because of its unique tail feathers, which can gradually change into colorful colors in the sun, and once she went to the city and saw the daughter of the city lord wearing a dress made of thread spun from colorful tail feathers, but it was beautiful!

"Okay, let's go eat it!" Xiao Liang's little fart pulled Qin Cheng to the table, and his black little hands went up and grabbed a piece regardless of whether he washed it or not, and inhaled hotly.

Qin Li immediately went to wash his hands, and then sat quietly on the stool, his hands folded without squinting, and he waited for the adults to eat together.

When Daliang's daughter-in-law came out with the last side dish, she saw the little bun being well-behaved and clever, and she was a mess of cuteness, and she said many times that she didn't have to pay attention to it so much, but the little bun looked like no every time, and his father said to be polite.

At this point, Daliang's daughter-in-law felt that the Qin family man was not like a villager, he was really good-looking, and he heard that he could also read and write, and he must have seen the world when he was young.

This Qin family man is very good everywhere, but...

Da Liang's daughter-in-law couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth when she remembered the words of the Qin family's man reprimanding Qin Li.

It's just a little too braggadocio...

"Dog leftovers! Little chestnuts are here, aren't they?" A ten-year-old boy ran in outside the door, carrying a bundle of long grass on his back and a lawn mower in his hand.

"My name is Liang Shi, don't always bark like a dog!" The little boy's face turned red, and it took a while for a while to pop out this sentence, making Liang's daughter-in-law laugh.

The dog is all the name of the child, how can I say it so many times, Wang Xi still doesn't remember! Xiao Liang glared angrily.

Children have probably had a time when they have grown up, and they especially like to pose mature and pretend to be adults, but they don't know that they are only seven years old, and everyone thinks they are children.

"I know that I know the dog leftovers, I'm here to find chestnuts!" Wang Xi ran over and stuffed a straw cage into Qin Li's arms, "This is what I caught, it will be bright at night." I'm going back to take care of my mother, and I'll come back to play with you when I'm free!" After speaking, he ran away with smoke without waiting for Qin Li's little pot friend to reply.

Because Qin Li's little pot friends are white, tender, soft and cute, and the painting style that is completely different from the mud monkeys in the village has led to special popularity, from the old man and the old lady, to the seven or eight years old, five or six years old, with good things always think of her first.

It's just that her father always picks his nose and eyes, and he can't get used to it, how can he explain to her dead mother after he looks so weak and unwinded?

So Daddy Qin cheered himself up again. One day in the future, his goddaughter path can be written as an inspirational history of struggle.