Now it's okay, this childish talk not only amused Ye Guoguo and them, but also amused the people who put sky lanterns around.

But everyone is quite rare, Ji Baobao is so young, he can write.

But they only glanced here a few times, and then they were busy putting their own sky lanterns, and didn't look this side again.

When Ji Baobao finished writing this, Ji Jingbai wanted to put Ji Baobao on the ground, but Ji Baobao was anxious: "Daddy, Daddy, I haven't written it yet, there are still so many blanks on this sky lantern, I want to write it full." ”

Ji Jingbai was also happy: "You write so much, how can the gods know which wish you want to fulfill." ”

Ji Baobao's little face was inexplicable, "Daddy, I wrote it all down, shouldn't the gods help me achieve it?" ”

Ji Jingbai said in his heart that if this wishing for the sky lantern works, then everyone will come and make a promise, but he smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I will help you realize it, but my father is wrong." ”

Many people put sky lanterns, not unaware of this.

It's just that this sky lantern is a kind of beautiful sustenance regardless of whether people's wishes can be realized or not.

Since it is beautiful, he will not puncture it and make his baby unhappy.

"Uh-huh, daddy, you're wrong, daddy, I'll continue to write, oh, you hug me." Ji baby's milk voice is milky.

Ji Jingbai hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, "Didn't I already hug you, you can write, there is a father, and your mother is also next to you, you won't fall." ”

"Uh-huh." Ji Baobao nodded his head, and then the small brush was stained with ink in the inkstone held by Wei San, and continued to write on the sky lantern. I also read it again: "I hope that the baby is happy every day, the mother is happy every day, the father is happy every day, and the brother is happy every day......"

Anyway, she wrote a lot, and she wrote densely on the sky lantern, and the people present, just she, a little doll, wrote the sky lantern so full.

When he finished writing, he didn't have time to write, and Ji Baobao sighed regretfully.

The little person even sighed, it was extremely funny, and Sheng Junqian and Ye Guoguo were amused again.

Ye Guoguo also wrote on the sky lantern, and Ji Jingbai also wrote on the sky lantern, but Sheng Junqian never wrote on the sky lantern.

"Brother, why don't you write?" Ji Baobao asked cutely.

Sheng Junqian was in a trance for a while. Yes, why didn't he write, obviously he had the brush in his hand.

"Brother, don't you have any wishes?" Ji Baobao asked him cutely again, and the two little deer eyes looked at him cutely.

Sheng Junqian smiled, "Yes." After speaking, he quickly wrote eight dignified characters on the sky lantern: the wind and rain are smooth, and the country and the people are safe.

Looking at those eight words, Ji Baobao pursed his mouth, a little unhappy. But it was only for a moment, and she jumped happily.

Can't let her brother see that she's unhappy.

My brother is already alive without self.

Just like Uncle Sheng Yuntan.

Ji Jingbai and Ye Guoguo didn't feel anything about those eight words, and at first they thought that Sheng Junqian would write these eight words, but just now Sheng Junqian was in a trance for a moment, as if he didn't know what he wanted and wanted, so they were all silent, but they also recovered quickly.

No matter what the world, there are always people who are giving and sacrificing.

So great.

In their eyes, Sheng Junqian is very great. Even if he was an emperor in the first place, it should be. But not all emperors have the people in their hearts.