If the father is a master, the mother is also a master.

The two elder brothers are both martial arts masters.

So if you have another one, you should also be a master, right?

Shen Huanhuan's parents took this matter for granted.

full of joy gave birth to the third doll of the Shen family

However, life is always full of accidents.

Shen Huanhuan is not like the two elder brothers, learning martial arts and practicing swords easily.

There is no so-called martial arts family, "the roots are excellent and quite talented." ”

Although it is difficult for the Shen family couple to accept

But Shen Huanhuan is indeed a waste

Not even mediocre talents

After several years of repeated failures, Shen Huanhuan's father finally gave up the idea of teaching her martial arts.

However, he still insisted on letting Shen Huanhuan practice light skills, because the youngest son of the Shen family said that light skills should be learned well, and if he could run, he would not die.

The Shen family's father and mother thought so. If nothing else, it's just that, the Shen family has learned to step on the snow without a trace, and they can always save their lives at critical moments.

The ancients said that thirty-six plans were the best ones. If you can't beat it, you can run, which is the wisdom of the ancestors.

Therefore, Shen Huanhuan worked very hard to learn light skills, and Shen Huanhuan's father and mother also worked very hard to teach her light skills.

It's not that she loves martial arts much, she just loves her little life.

After all, my father and mother are masters of martial arts, and my father and mother said that people in martial arts rely on force to decide their right to speak.

She is a soft persimmon in her family. What if someone else only picks her and pinchs.

But there are some things that you really can't succeed with hard work.

Shen Huanhuan suffered more injuries due to martial arts practice than the two brothers combined, but the effect... Almost nothing.

After Shen Huanhuan hit the wall for the fifty-eighth time. Shen Huanhuan's father and mother said with an earthy face, "Huanhuan, don't you forget it?" ”

If you continue to practice, don't think about running for your life in distress in the future, and you will have to give your life to the wall today

Shen Yuebai on the side looked like she was underwhelmed, "My little sister always sticks it on the wall, is she treating herself as a painting?" ”

Shen Huanhuan glared at his brother who was not in shape, with a frustrated expression, "Auntie, did you really not hold the wrong child at the beginning?" ”

Jiang Ruxue's beautiful eyes glared slightly, "I was born in the mansion, how could I be wrong?" ”

She didn't think that maybe something really happened to a child with such poor qualifications?

But Shen Huanhuan's eyebrows and eyes looked like herself. You can't go wrong with looking at your face.

"Huanhuan, even if you don't know martial arts, it's nothing, you have a father and a brother" Shen Guiyuan looked at the aggrieved little daughter and couldn't bear it.

It's good to have a big brother, but the second brother, it's good not to help someone tie her up.

Shen Huanhuan complained in her heart, and heard Shen Yuebai's voice as always, "I don't have such a stupid sister." ”

Shen Huanhuan fried "Shen Yuebai!" Do you think I want your annoying brother?"

Shen Qingfeng saw that his younger brothers and sisters were about to quarrel again, so he had to say in his little sister's ear, "Huanhuan, today the kitchen made osmanthus sugar cake"

Shen Huanhuan heard that she didn't have time to be angry with Shen Yuebai anymore, so she immediately ran to the kitchen with her skirt. She was late last time, and Shen Yuebai ate all the freshly made osmanthus sugar cakes.

A-Niang didn't allow her to eat sweets. Only when she behaves well or A-Niang is in a good mood will she let the small kitchen do it once. As a result, Shen Yuebai didn't give her any leftover last time, and this time she will eat them all, and she won't give Shen Yuebai a piece!

Seeing the little pink figure go away, Shen Qingfeng looked at the second brother helplessly, "Yuebai, she is young and a girl, what do you always do with her?" ”

"It's just two years younger than me, and my eldest brother is biased." Shen Yuebai protested in a low voice that the eldest brother was not on the same side as herself, dealing with this stinky girl who was always coquettish with her father and mother and competing with him for favor.

Shen Qingfeng sighed helplessly, "You, you don't get any benefits from being with your little sister every day, why are you so happy?"

Advantage? Is it good to be happy?

Shen Yuebai's favorite thing to do after practicing is to annoy his sister. Then I saw that she was angry and anxious to chase him, and she couldn't catch up. The little face is very happy.

Being able to change his tricks every day is the joy of his life.

Although he was beaten a lot because he was always angry and crying, his sister was beaten a lot, but he was beaten a lot, and he was not afraid.

The eldest brother said that he had injured the enemy by 800 and suffered 1,000 by himself.

But Shen Yuebai thought that she could make the stinky girl cry. It's a good deal.

Shen Huanhuan fantasized while eating osmanthus sugar cake. If the Shen family only had his father, mother, eldest brother and himself, how happy would he be.

Although Ah Niang's temperament is a little hotter. But I love my only daughter very much. Daddy is even more gentle and easy to speak, and the eldest brother is like a father. Also excellent for her.

Only the second brother is the most annoying, always bullying her and making her cry.

Wrap the remaining osmanthus sugar cake in oil paper and carry it in your arms. Thinking about sending it to my father and big brother.

It's probably because the road is narrow, and whoever you hate will meet whomever you like.

Looking at the oncoming person, her little face wrinkled. Look at Shen Yuebai's very unfortunate face, if she hadn't been able to beat him, she would have beaten him into a pig's head a long time ago.

She turned her head angrily and decided not to talk to the nasty ghost much.

She decided, if she couldn't beat him, she would avoid him, and when she grew up, she would find a powerful husband who had beaten Shen Yuebai and beat Shen Yuebai eight times a day.

Shen Huanhuan made up for Shen Yuebai's under-flattened face swollen into a pig's head, and thought that she had taken all the sugar cakes, and Shen Yuebai couldn't eat a single one. I couldn't help but feel a little smug in my eyes.

Shen Yuebai looked at the stinky girl and ignored herself, her little face was expectant and proud. I don't know what the hell I'm trying to do again.

However, he has his own way to let Shen Huanhuan take the initiative to come to him tomorrow.

At night, Shen Yuebai slipped into Shen Huanhuan's room dressed in black, in fact, he didn't have to change into black clothes, Shen Huanhuan was like a pig when he fell asleep, and he couldn't move.

But it's the first time he's done this kind of thing, even if he doesn't respect an opponent like a pig, he has to respect the night.

Shen Yuebai poked Shen Huanhuan's favorite little skirt with a sword, thinking that the stinky girl would definitely jump to her feet angrily when she got up tomorrow, crying and chasing him to beat her. After poking, he looked at the sleeping person on the bed with unfinished thoughts.

In fact, Shen Huanhuan still looks good when she is asleep and does not compete with herself, her thick eyelashes tremble lightly with her breathing, her small nose bridge is very delicate, and her red little mouth doesn't know what she is muttering, she looks very happy.

He couldn't help but bend down to listen, only to hear the intermittent "Shen... White... Face to you...... Green. Hey hey"

Shen Yuebai stared at the fool on the bed with a strange expression, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about, just looking at her happy appearance, she must be pumping herself in her dream.

raised his eyebrows, picked up the ink-soaked brush and scribbled on Shen Huanhuan's face. A king was written on his forehead, and a mustache was drawn on his face. I thought that when she woke up tomorrow, it would be very difficult to wash when she dried.

Shen Yuebai seemed to think of a stupid little tiger chasing after him to bite someone, and the smile on his face couldn't help but grow.