readx; "Put it here. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info novelty Chinese xiniqi" Xue Mingyu pointed to the position on the left side of the case. The case is visited at a right angle to the door.

"The little boy is here." Xue Mingyu pointed to the front of the case. As he spoke, he posed the puppet as if he was about to write on a case. At this time, Lu Bo, Mama An and the others who were watching from the side had already realized what Xue Mingyu's intentions were.

"It's like he's short. Reach. "Carefree looked at the bookcase and the boy who was about eight years old.

"Isn't there a chair here? We can't afford to eat, and we all kneel on chairs. The stone that had just installed the plaque interjected next to him, but he was slapped on the head by the big tiger, which made him scream. In the morning in the east of the city, they were all arranged according to Xue Mingyu's assignment, which was chic and novel compared to other shops he had seen, and looked warm and comfortable. What a round to get them to interject from these little kids who have just taken off their beggars' outfits.

"Haha. Big Tiger, why are you beating him? Xue Mingyu laughed happily when he saw the two of them covering their heads and glaring at each other, just like their own brothers fighting. The stone is right. It seems that the braised pig's trotters at night will be rewarded with stones. Xue Mingyu patted Yubai's little hand.

"What's the braised pig's trotters" When Shi heard such a meaty dish, his saliva swallowed, "Brother Tiger, you have eaten braised pig's trotters at noon"

"You don't need to be greedy for stones, you can eat a pot alone at night." He and Wufang worked together to lift the little doll onto the ebony scroll book-style chair, and Wu Wu looked up and smiled.

"Don't say it, it's the same way to eat if Mao Mao can't reach the vegetables." Mama An, who rarely said much, also interjected with a smile, thinking about Maomao's appearance of eating, bent the puppet's legs, tilted her buttocks up a little, supported her forearm on the table with one hand, and stretched out the other.

"It's like having to reach for vegetables." There is no time to point to the outstretched hand.

"That's just right." Xue Mingyu clapped his hands. "That's it. Put a pen holder and an inkstone on his side, as if to reach for a pen. Spread rice paper on the table, and put a half-drawn sheet, or put a half-written copybook. Xue Mingyu said and pressed the back of the adult man next to him a little more, facing the bookcase in front of the little boy, looking at the bookcase, and at the same time putting one hand in a posture of pointing at the bookcase. A scene of a father teaching his son to write is vivid.

"That's good, that's good." The eldest girl and the second girl immediately clapped their hands.

"Then what about the two of them," Liu Duo asked, pointing to the lonely mother and woman doll on the side. After speaking, I felt panic in my heart. It was as if it were two living people.

"They," Xue Mingyu thought as she bit her lower lip.

"Why don't you just embroider it?" No time to interject carefully. The girl's five-year-old age, put it in ordinary people's homes, isn't it the age when she started to learn to be a girl.

"Flawless, you also want to eat pig's trotters," Carefree listened with pleasure and quipped.

"Hehe, Miss Ben can afford two braised pork trotters." Xue Mingyu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into two crescents. "Just embroider. It just so happens that we are doing this kind of needlework business. ”

"It's just that two chairs are missing. The posture is good to pose. Mama Ann said. Embroidery, two people don't just sit.

"The chair will be bothered by Lu Bo to buy it." Xue Mingyu nodded. "The material is also ebony, which can match the bookcase and chair over there. Lu Bo went to see the second-hand ones. Xue Mingyu noticed just now that the bookcase and chair were not new, and there were even some small friction gaps and the like.

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