"Uncle Young Marshal, my mother said that even a heroic man hurts a lot when he is injured, and I know that the wound hurts. I'll tell you a story. My mother's story is delightful. As soon as I hear this story, I forget about the pain in my body. It's true. ”

Zhao Wucai didn't believe it. Listening to stories can alleviate the pain in his body. He thought that Chu Xintian had deceived the child.

However, looking at Bai Yongjing's enthusiasm, Zhao Wu couldn't bear to hit him, so he smiled and said to Bai Yongjing: "Okay, I'll listen to your story"

"Uncle, you take this" Seeing Zhao Wu's pain and strange tone, Bai Yongjing reluctantly put his favorite little dinosaur doll in Zhao Wu's arms.

"What is this" Zhao Wu saw such a strange thing for the first time. It's not like a cow or a horse. It has a long neck and a small head. It looks like a child's toy.

"This is a little dinosaur that my mother made for me. When I hold it, the wound is less painful. Uncle, I'm telling you the story of dinosaurs."

As Bai Yongjing said, he told Zhao Wu the story that Chu Xintian told him on weekdays.

Zhao Wu originally thought that Bai Yongjing would say that there might be a mountain and a temple on the mountain. There is an old monk and a small monk in the temple. Coaxing a child is a simple task.

But he didn't expect that although Bai Yongjing was very small, the story was told very well, and the excitement of the story was definitely no less than that told by the storyteller in the teahouse.

Of course, the protagonist of this story is a bit strange. This was the first time Zhao Wu had heard of such animals, such as small dinosaurs, carnivorous Tyrannosaurus rex, and herbivorous brontosaurus.

But that doesn't detract from the excitement of the story. Unconsciously, Zhao Wu was also fascinated by it. Unsurprisingly, his attention shifted to the story, and he really forgot about his pain.

After Bai Yongjing finished speaking, Zhao Wu still felt that he had something to say: "Little guy, your mother told you these stories."

That woman is very capable

It's not just a doctor, it's also a storyteller

Zhao Wu thought it was interesting. It is not only a story, but also the story of the boy Bai Yongjing who tells the story, and the story of Chu Xintian

As soon as Zhao Wu thought of Chu Xintian's name, he couldn't help but think of the little woman who was staring at him.

Inexplicably, there was a little more palpitations in my heart.

It's a wonderful feeling, both familiar and distant.

When was the last time he had this emotion

Zhao Wu didn't remember.

There are many things that Zhao Wu doesn't remember.

The more you think about it, the more painful it becomes.

Zhao Wu quickly stopped thinking and saved himself from a headache.

He turned his gaze to Bai Yongjing.

"Your story is well told, Zhao Wu has to admit that he was completely conquered by Bai Yongjing's story, and his pain was also alleviated.

Zhao Wu felt that he had to find something to reward Bai Yongjing.

What can I do for him

Zhao Wu turned his head to see what was on him.

But he was injured and now there is nothing left.

As soon as Zhao Wu lowered his head, he saw the strange doll that Bai Yongjing had just held in his arms.

Zhao Wu frowned, thinking that Chu Xintian's story was well written, but what did it mean to sew dolls for children

Zhao Wu has a six-year-old niece. Her favorite is this kind of doll.

Chu Xintian even let her son play with little girls' things. When the child grows up, isn't it less masculine?

This woman is indeed a woman's opinion.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wu suddenly had a good idea.

He said to Ah Fu, "Bring me my dagger."

Ah Fu didn't know what Zhao Wu wanted to do, but he immediately handed the dagger to Zhao Wu.

This dagger was the one Chu Xintian used to operate on Zhao Wu.