Shen Huanhuan saw that Mingchen was the same as Yun Fan, and rejected himself without hesitation. I had to turn my head to look at Zi Chu.

"Brother Zichu, can you give me the dagger in your hand?"

Zi Chu's hand was softened by Shen Huanhuan's sweet call from Brother Zi Chu, and he obviously threw the dagger in his hand out.

Waiting for Zichu to regain his consciousness with difficulty, he immediately shook his head and refused: "No, you are a little child, just use a wooden stick, don't learn from us to use a dagger." ”

Shen Huanhuan let out a disappointed sigh, and his eyes no longer looked at Zi Chu.

Zi Chu also had some loss in his heart, but what he was disappointed was that Shen Huanhuan took his gaze back from him again.

But even if it's a beauty trick, he doesn't dare to take the bait.

Not to mention Mingchen next to him, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If he was really handing the dagger to Shen Huanhuan. Mingchen doesn't necessarily have to count him.

Also, Yun Fan said that it was dangerous for Shen Huanhuan to use the dagger, and he insisted on handing it over. If Shen Huanhuan really hurt his hand, how could he be justified.

Therefore, Shen Huanhuan was disappointed, and he couldn't make this mistake.

When Huanhuan saw that his brothers, who had always been accustomed to him, were not following him, he had to take the small wooden stick in his hand and continue to pull the thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground.

When she removed the fallen leaves on the ground and saw where there were bamboo shoots, she asked her brother next to her to help dig them out.

This is much less laborious than digging with a small stick, and finding bamboo shoots is also fun, digging bamboo shoots such a dirty and tiring job, or leave it to them to do, who let themselves just ask them for a dagger, they are not willing to give it.

And Shen Qingfeng appeared in the bamboo forest, looked at Shen Huanhuan with a sullen face, and joked with a smile: "Who provoked our family Huanhuan?" Look at this little mouth, you can hang the oil bottle when you pout. ”

Shen Huanhuan hurriedly complained aggrievedly: "The three of them bullied me, I just asked them to use a dagger, but the three of them didn't give it to me as if they had discussed it." ”

Shen Qingfeng nodded: "Oh... That's why. But... I don't blame them for this, and my brother thinks they did the right thing. After all, they're all looking out for your safety. ”

Seeing that the eldest brother, who has always been biased towards him, is not on his side, Shen Huanhuan feels even more aggrieved. Dissatisfied complained to Shen Qingfeng: "I'm not a three- or four-year-old child, why just take a dagger, you all think I'll hurt myself." ”

Shen Qingfeng touched Shen Huanhuan's hair comfortingly, and said softly: "Brothers, it's not that I can't trust you, and these bamboo shoots are all growing on the ground, I'm afraid that when you dig with a dagger, you will accidentally hurt your hands." Huanhuan's hands are so tender, in case they are blistered or cut. If you're not careful, you get a scar, and it won't look good. ”

Shen Huanhuan heard Shen Qingfeng say that he had a scar, and immediately nodded and said: "Brother is right, or the brothers are thoughtful, the bamboo shoots are not important, or my hands are more important." ”

It would be a pity if she had such a beautiful hand and a scar.

Yun Fan glanced at Shen Qingfeng and looked at Shen Qingfeng with admiration.

Really. It's still Shen Qingfeng who understands Huanhuan.

I knew that she loved beauty, so I asked her about what she cared about.