In the end, until she wanted to go back, Qing Tian's mental state was still in a trance.

Seeing that her daughter suddenly stopped sticking to Jing Gongzi, and when she first started to see her sticky strength, even she and Qingzhi hadn't enjoyed it, Yuan Mu was a little confused, but she didn't think much about it. I thought it was too fresh.

It's also good, so as not to stick to others all the time.

Yuan Mu hugged the lost Qingtian, "Young Master Jing, thank you for your hospitality today." The woman smiled and thanked her.

The boy nodded slightly, "You are welcome to come down and come back." ”

"Okay." As for whether she will come, that's up to her, but it is estimated that she will not come again in the future. She didn't want to be in much of a relationship with him.

And Wang Gui couldn't help but be happy when he saw that Qingtian's sister was no longer following that person, thinking that he would be able to play with her in this way.

However, Qing Tian, who was in a low mood, didn't want to pay attention to him.

On the way back, I was lazily lying on my mother's shoulder.

This downturn continues to this day.

Even Yuan Mu realized that her daughter was not right, and her slender hand gently rubbed her sweet and round little face. In particular, the bulging place shook lightly when it was rubbed, and it was cute and tight.

"What's wrong with my baby girl? Aggrieved with a small face. Who bullied you? ”

Seeing that her mother was worried about herself, Qing Tian also realized that she was wrong. The little face was immediately replaced with a smiley face.

"No, I just want to eat cherries."

"Really?"

"Hmm," the little girl replied earnestly.

"Good! Qing Tian is good, my mother will go to pick the biggest and reddest kind for my little baby. ”

"Uh-huh~." Qing Tian smiled happily.

Seeing that her daughter finally smiled, Yuan Mu was relieved!

Looking at the food on the table~, now Daddy and Brother must still be waiting to eat.

Qing Tian hurriedly grabbed Yuan Mu's clothes again: "Mother~ Let's go and deliver food to my brother first, let's pick cherries!" ”

Seeing that Yuan Mu didn't move, he probably wanted to pick cherries with her, and shook his little hand. In the end, Qing Tian used a nirvana and took Yuan Mou's hand and walked forward: "Mother, let's go!" "Cute and coquettish.

"Okay~ listen to my daughter." Yuan Mu said helplessly.

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In the empty courtyard, a little boy sat under a big tree with a bench.

The summer sun is shining. Under the green tree, the little boy's shoulders shook and he didn't know what he was doing.

Wang Miao took a closer look, and then saw a piece of wood in his hand.

And Wang Gui was holding a knife in his hand, because he was still a child, so his strength was not very great.

You can't cut off a lot of wood chips at once, you can only carve them little by little.

"Son, who taught you this?" The man's rough and generous voice sounded behind him, and Wang Gui's hand shook and almost cut his fingers.

And Wang Gui only frowned, and then continued to move with Wang Miao behind his back.

"Brother Qingyuan taught me."

"Oh~ I see! But son, you probably won't be able to finish carving like this in a few months. ”

At this time, Wang Gui turned around: "Daddy, will you?" ”

"Yes!"

"Then Daddy, you teach me!"

"Okay!" Wang Miao agreed without hesitation. Since the death of his beloved wife, he chose to serve in the army for a few years and handed over his son to Qi Hongyun, who came back and found that she treated her son like this, and after inquiring about what happened to his son, he has been very guilty in his heart and wants to compensate him.

Now the opportunity was in his hands, and his son called him for help, and he had to help, and he wanted to.

He took another bench and sat down: "Give it to me!" I'll teach you how to sharpen it. A big hand reached out.

Wang Gui handed him the wood.

Again, "What do you think it looks like?" ”

With his son's expectant little eyes. But Wang Miao looked left and right, and really didn't see what this carving looked like?

I can only ask tactfully: "Son, what are you carving?" ”

Seeing that he didn't see it, the little boy was a little disappointed, but he said innocently: "This is Sister Qingtian." ”

Wang Miao silently looked at the four dissimilarities in his hand.