Weiyang and Tongle didn't have a lot of fun, so they felt bored next.

"What are you playing?" Tong Le muttered to himself, and at the same time, he looked anxious, because he was afraid that Weiyang would be bored and leave, and he also knew that Weiyang had just been slapped for himself for no reason, no matter what, he felt uncomfortable.

And what about him? I'm really embarrassed if I don't have fun in time.

However, soon, Tong Le came up with a strange idea.

"Weiyang," Tong Le said with a gesture, "you stand here and don't move, wait for me." ”

Weiyang roughly knew what he meant, so he didn't move again.

While being curious about what Tong Le's next ghost idea was, Wei Yang couldn't help but think of the slap he had just received, especially, when he thought of the hideous expression on Tong Le's mother's face, as if she wanted to eat people, she gritted her teeth with hatred.

Because, Weiyang felt that he had done nothing wrong.

"I didn't steal anything from your Tongle family, and second, I didn't eat your Tonglejia's steamed buns, why did you, Tongle's mother, beat me, and besides, you still seem to blame me, as if this incident was all caused by me."

Weiyang thought like this for a while, and then he turned his attention to Tong Le.

At this time, Tong Le was like a calf, lazily resting his head in his grandfather's arms.

With his sleek, dirty little hands, he tore at the placket of his grandfather's clothes, tore them a few times, and while his grandfather was not paying attention, he quickly put his hand into his pocket and took out a handful, and then pulled out his clenched fist.

Tong Le slowly let go of his hand, only to see that his hand was full of a handful of pockmarks.

Mazi is a native product of Weijia Village, and it is the size of a lice as Tong Le's grandfather said.

Tong Le grabbed a handful of pockmarks, and quickly ran to Wei Yang, gesturing while muttering in his mouth, "Hey, Wei Yang, open your hands, open your hands, open your hands." ”

Wei Yang was curious, so he rubbed his hand on the ground, and then carefully stretched it out to Tong Le.

Tong Le generously gave him half of the pockmark.

Weiyang took the little thing and looked at Tong Le curiously to see what would happen to him next.

Next, Tong Le demonstratively pinched a few and threw them into his mouth very skillfully.

Weiyang couldn't help but smile when he saw Tong Le's jagged little teeth when he opened his mouth.

Tong Le didn't care about Weiyang's laughter, and directly snorted with his two crooked front teeth.

Weiyang has never eaten this thing.

In fact, he didn't even know if the pockmarked thing grew in the ground, and he was very curious.

Now, he didn't have time to think about this, but, learning the appearance of childlike music, he also pinched a few and threw them into his mouth, but as a result, he didn't throw them accurately, and the pockmarks fell to the ground one by one.

Weiyang was about to bend down to pick it up, but Tong Le smiled and gestured, signaling that he didn't have to be sorry, and then, with a generous look, said that he had a hemp bag at home.

Weiyang had no choice but to straighten up, pinch a few more, and throw them into his mouth.

Tong Le saw that Weiyang was so clumsy, and couldn't help but proudly demonstrate in front of him again.

This time, he deliberately made a difficult move: he pinched a few, so he threw it on the top of his head, and the pockmarks rose vertically, and he opened his mouth as big as the mouth of a tile kiln, and the pockmarks fell into his mouth impartially.

After Tong Le completed this difficult action, he was so excited that he used the tip of his tongue to push the pockmarks one by one to his leaky front teeth, and snorted them with relish.

Weiyang was surprised and delighted when he saw it.

He hurriedly grabbed Tong Le's arm and gestured with his hand, and Tong Le demonstrated it to him again.

Tong Le did not refuse, and proudly demonstrated to him again.

Weiyang used his brain, tried several times in a row, and finally, found a breakthrough, he didn't waste another pockmark.

He can also put pockmarks into his mouth impartially like a child's music.

But Wei Yang saw that Tong Le would use his leaky front teeth to easily swallow it, and the pockmarks were immediately evenly divided into two, and then, with a gentle blow with his mouth, the pockmarked shells flew out.

This short process, Tong Le is really good, and there is such an elegant and chic temperament.

But then again, why can't I taste childlike music.

Not only that, but he is not skilled at all, and he crushes pockmarks into slag at every turn.

He couldn't even blow with his tongue on the edge of his lips.

So, in the end, he had to chew it and put it in his stomach along with the pockmarked shells.

Tong Le saw that Weiyang had failed many times, so he taught him a few times, and then he was no longer patient.

However, he himself was 'gurgling' there, and it was also boring. So, he came to Weiyang again to teach him.

In this way, after many attempts, Weiyang could only crush the pockmarks into slag, and then send them into the stomach.

At this time, he began to wonder - could there be a problem with this baby's tongue?

Tong Le thought to himself, so he leaned up to see Weiyang's tongue.

He tried to gestitulate several times, but he didn't understand what he meant, and at last he opened his mouth whimsically, and because it was so wide that his neck seemed to be cramping, he deliberately tilted his head.

Then, pat the sheep and learn from yourself.

Weiyang understood now, he made the same posture according to the strange appearance of Tongle, and when he protruded his tongue, his mouth couldn't help but cry, "Ah, ah, ah......"

Weiyang thought that Tong Le wanted to compare himself with himself, and he was so competitive, all of a sudden, he used all his strength to stick out his tongue, and both eyes were about to burst.

Tong Le curiously looked at Weiyang's long tongue and looked at it for a while, but he didn't find anything wrong.

As for Weiyang, he looked curiously at Tong Le's long tongue.

As he looked at it, he thought to himself, "My tongue must be longer than yours."

And Tong Le thought to himself: The dumb tongue must be missing somewhere, or somewhere, it is crooked.

When the two of them looked at each other's tongues, and their interest reached their peak, they provoked their saliva to pull into a long silk thread, which was ripped from the corners of their mouths.

Tong Le couldn't hold back his curiosity, while Weiyang didn't pay attention, he reached out to touch Weiyang's tongue, he thought that Weiyang would be startled, and then, a prickly slammed out, but he didn't expect that at this time, Weiyang was not panicked at all, but was very relieved to reach out to him.

At the same time, Weiyang was also quite curious, so he naturally reached out to touch Tong Le, but Tong Le had no reason to refuse, so he had to obediently reach out to him.

In this way, the two of them played jokingly, and their hearts blossomed.

After a while, the two of them looked at each other, gritted their teeth and giggled, laughing a little lightly, and in the end, they both forgot about the pockmarked seeds.