Chongling, who was relieved, still had a straight face, and looked at this little girl with heavy eyes, Tai Sui's head was grounded, and Qing Yi was finished one by one.

Qing Yiyi blinked his innocent big eyes when he saw Chongling, ran over happily, raised his head with a smile, and asked:

"Uncle Chong, why are you back again?"

Chongling looked at this little girl condescendingly, with a straight face, holding her romance in his hand, he gently knocked her forehead, and asked in a cold voice:

"If you don't explain it to me today, I'll peel off your little girl's skin."

This girl is eccentric, has deceived everyone in the world, hasn't she? At first, Chongling was quite distressed that she had been pampered by her parents since she was a child, for fear that she would learn badly, so she paid more attention to her, and later, after a long time, Chongling, who no one was worried about, simply paid attention to Qing one by one, and he gradually understood this child better.

He didn't have to worry about her learning badly, because she knew what she wanted, from beginning to end, better than any child of her age.

But now it's no longer a question of learning bad or not, what did this girl do to him?

What's in her head? At such a young age, how much does she know? If you don't read a good serious book, you will read these romances all day long?

"I don't understand that."

Qing Yi pressed the book on his head with both hands, took the book from Uncle Chong's hand, lowered his head and flipped through it, and asked:

"Uncle Chong, I want you to know what green tea is, why can't you explain it clearly?"

The expression on her face was confused, and she didn't know if she really didn't know, or pretended not to know, many children, in fact, inexplicably awakened their abilities, and they themselves didn't know what they had done to others and what impact they had.

Will Qing Yiyi belong to the latter?

In the dark night, the fireflies trapped in the mutated silk net, flapping their wings quickly, a ball of light flew around on Chongling's cheeks, he looked down, looked at Qing Yiyi with an innocent and blank face, bent down, supported his hands on his knees, looked at Qing Yi one by one, and asked:

"Well, thanks to you, I now have a very clear understanding of green tea, so can you tell me if I take this book and show it to my men, will they have the same dreams as me? The heroine of the dream...... And who? ”

"I don't know."

Qing Yi smiled cutely, Uncle Chongzhong smiled like a small sun, and shrugged his shoulders like a small adult, and said:

"Who they care about the most is the hero and heroine, but sometimes it's not necessarily that way."

Other people, Qing Yi didn't know one by one, the dreams of these people around her, they themselves were the heroes and heroines, and what they loved and hated must be the true love in their hearts.

Because everyone has their own subconscious, they know who they love the most and who they care about the most, this person is their protagonist, who they hate the most, who they despise the most, and this person is the supporting role of destruction.

But sometimes people are confused by the hustle and bustle of this world, and when they are sober, they may not be able to distinguish who they love the most and care about the most.

Qing Yiyi's dream is to dig out this part of the subconscious, let people experience love, hatred, and hatred in the dream, and finally, find out who the person who cares most about is.

But in fact, the moment before waking up, no one knows who the person they love the most in their hearts is.

They seem to have spent a lifetime in a dream, but in reality, it is just a moment when the cerebral cortex is about to wake up with excitement.

And those elite subordinates of Chongling, who are well-behaved, naturally know that their protagonist is their own wife, and the woman who has come through the same ups and downs with him, and those who are not well-behaved, maybe they will regard the little third child in reality as the protagonist in their dreams, and their wives as supporting roles, and they will hate their wives more and more.

Chongling looked at Qing Yi with thought and asked:

"Then I said, I'll take this book back to my few men who were bewitched by women, they are liking them, and in their dreams, they regard those green tea as the ladies who have been dug into the Z Palace, and they can't help the green tea anymore, what should I do?"

Hearing this, Qing tilted his head one by one, unable to answer, this child is still a child, she is full of calculations, and she is only ten years old, in the past, the people around her were all in trouble, and the people around her suffered a disaster, so she slowly stretched out her clutches to Uncle Chong, and she did not have the experience to deal with such a complex human nature.

Seeing that Uncle Zhong had been staring at her, Qing Yi hesitated one by one and said:

"Or, Uncle Chong, you give me the information of your subordinates and green tea, and I will write a book for them myself? It's good to fix the characters and not let the dreamers choose the protagonist themselves. ”

"Is that okay?"

Chongling's eyes were a little surprised, and he nodded his head one by one very affirmatively.

She was full of innocence and said:

"It's okay to be natural, isn't it just making up stories? I'll make it up, Uncle Chong, come on, come on. ”

The little girl grabbed Uncle Chong's hand, went into her shop, found the homework book she usually used to write homework, took out a pencil and eraser, sat upright on the small table, and began to write.

Her handwriting is square, and she looks like she usually practices calligraphy, and next to the small desk, there is also a calligraphy note given to her.

Seeing that the little girl was writing seriously, Chongling couldn't help but lean over, and saw that she had written a line in the homework book with a pencil, and he read:

"The god of war unloaded his armor and returned to the field, and found that his five-year-old daughter was sold into the green building, and the god of war was furious, and with an order, 100,000 retired soldiers rushed to ...... One by one, this is unrealistic, you can't write like this, they are all retired, how can one hundred thousand soldiers come with one order? Why do you need so many people to solve a problem that can be solved by one person? are all retired, which means that the public middle school does not arrange room and board, do you know how many places to settle these 100,000 people? How much does it cost per day? It's just to save my daughter, I can't do it alone, and I deserve to be called the god of war? ”

Qing Yi rolled his eyes one by one and looked up, directly threw the pen to Chongling, and said:

"Come on, come on, you can write, the pen will be given to you, just show me when you're done!"

Chongling stopped talking, if he wanted to be able to write this thing, he wouldn't be a civil team boss now, he went straight to write.

Seeing that Qing Yiyi had a small temper and a big temper, he didn't disturb Qing Yiyi's children's creation, turned his head and went out, and went to Xiao Longbao's shop to spend the night.