"Mom, you're walking so fast, the little monkey almost can't catch up!"

It took the little monkey about ten minutes to find the ink that was looking at antiques in a certain store, hugged her thighs, and said pitifully, his big eyes blinked even more, so that the people next to him wanted to take him home directly!

"Didn't you catch up!"

Ink is not worried that her son will get lost in the antique city, first, her divine sense can completely envelop the entire building, and second, the four seasons have been following the little monkey, with their strength to see the little monkey is no problem at all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mom, you're not worried about me at all! Don't you love me anymore? ”

The little monkey's appearance of wanting to cry but no tears really made the ink laugh.

"Alright, little monkey, don't be weird! Mom knows your temperament very well, you see, you like to fake crying, even if you like acting, you have to be realistic, you can't even shed tears, where can your mother trust you? ”

"Mom, it turns out that you always know that I like to fake crying, have you been watching me laugh?" The little monkey asked angrily, feeling that his young heart was deeply hurt!

"Not really!" As soon as Shui Mo's words came out, the little monkey was relieved, but Shui Mo seemed to like to get along with him, and continued: "I just don't think the jokes you made are funny at all!" ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Mom, you're so bad! "The little monkey's mood changed so fast that he couldn't bear it for a while, and he was really made to cry by the ink!

Even Shui Mo didn't expect that the little monkey who didn't like to cry since she was a child really cried, she was very distressed all of a sudden, squatted down directly, and picked up the little monkey from the ground.

"Little monkey, didn't you say you were going to be a man? Why are you really crying? You're going to be laughed at like this, aren't you? ”

Ink spoke softly to the little monkey, she didn't dare to continue to be loud, this little guy's emotions are very sensitive now, if she dared to speak loudly to him, this guy would definitely cry to her immediately!

“…… Mom, will you ever see the little monkey's jokes in the future? The little monkey was very mindful of this, and before he got an answer from Ink, he made up his mind to cry to the end.

"Don't look at it! Never look at it again! Our little monkey is your daddy's baby and me! How can we casually look at your jokes?! ”

Ink hurriedly gave a standard answer, dealing with such a scene, Ink is no stranger, after all, it would be good to say more good things.

“…… That's pretty much it! I don't cry anymore! Let's hurry up and pick up the leaks! Mom, you bullied me today and made me cry, I ask for compensation! You'll have to buy me some of my favorite pieces of porcelain in the afternoon, especially the very beautiful ones, and I'm going to put them in my yard!" ”

At home in the capital, the little monkey has a yard of his own, with five or six rooms inside and out, and he likes to decorate his own rooms the most.

For the plump of his room, the little monkey is delighted.

"Okay, mom will help you pick out some beautiful porcelain and some knick-knacks in a while, and then your room will be full of antiques, so that everyone who comes to visit your room will be surprised, do you say okay?"

Ink is happy that the little monkey has the same preferences as her, after all, he likes antiques, which can make him unconsciously understand the past and the present!

"Good! I want a lot of antiques, Mom, let's go! ”

The little monkey was so anxious that he wanted to take advantage of the old stubbornness's absence, and quickly pick up some more antiques and put them in the storage bag, otherwise, with him, they would not be able to hide the treasures in front of him, after all, it was too exaggerated.

The mother and son had the same idea in their hearts and made the same decision, going directly to the top floor, looking down from the top, they directly looked for those cheap antiques that were misplaced in the corner by the store, after all, no matter how rich they were, they could also save money.

The main thing is that both mother and son like the kind of antiques that can be bought at a cheap price, and that kind of price gap can bring people happiness.

By the time the mother and son had finished reading the entire antique city, it was already half an afternoon, because the little monkey had a rich harvest and had a smile on his face, "Mom, we have seen the small shop in this antique city almost as well!" I think it's still early, why don't we go and see what those people call Western antiques? ”

"Okay, let's go now, we haven't met the old stubborn for so long, maybe he's over there!"

Shui Mo and his party followed the flow of people and headed towards another small building outside the back door.

Although this building is small, in order to communicate well with Western antiques, the antique city has moved all the shops inside, and now the stalls in it are all foreign antique merchants.

Foreigners with blue eyes and blond hair in the image of white people come into view of the little monkey.

"Oh my God, Mom, their eyes and hair are so beautiful!"

"Yes, they are all white, our country is a big country of yellow people, and the most people in Western countries are white and black people."

Ink does not envy the whiteness of their skin, because in terms of her skin, not to mention whiteness, even in terms of tenderness, it is not comparable to these rough white people.

"Mom, I think you're whiter than Caucasian skin! However, your whiteness is not quite the same as theirs, and as for how it is different, the little monkey is a little indescribable! Anyway, in the little monkey's heart, my mother is the best in the world! ”

The little monkey was saying such beautiful words, and Ink felt that he had not given birth to a daughter to be a little padded jacket, in fact, it was not bad to have such a son.

"Okay, son, let's hurry up and enjoy the Western antiques, we have to take a good look at how they are different from our Chinese antiques?"

Ink is really curious about this.

"Mom, I looked, Western antiques are not much different from our Chinese antiques, they have oil paintings, silverware, clocks, porcelain, sculptures, furniture, etc., but I feel that they are not many types, they have all of them, we have them, they really don't have many of them!"

After walking around, the mother and son bought a few small ornaments, and the harvest was not big, but the two were still satisfied.

"There's still no old stubborn figure, I don't know where this guy is playing?!"

At this time, the old stubborn who was nagged by the ink was not going to play, but he was in big trouble and was arrested by others and went to the police station. (To be continued.) )