"Sit down, I'll pour tea."

The girl's home is not big, she seems to be the only one in the house, there is a small square table in the living room, it is considered to be a visitor, the square table is not big, one person is sitting on one side is the most, after sitting down with Wang Chen, the girl walked to the opposite side of the table, moved the extra chair away, stroked Bobo's semi-round head, and then turned around and poured tea.

This move couldn't help but make Wang Chen's face complicated, and his generous eyes were more gentle, this was the little girl, for Bobo, who couldn't sit on the chair, deliberately vacated the position.

After a while, Mei came to the table with a tray, and after placing the tea, she sat down on the main seat and asked Dafang calmly, "May I ask you to come to me, is there anything wrong?" ”

Mei knew very well in her heart that compared to Wang Chen, who was a little impetuous, this person who couldn't see the slightest bit of special in his body was the one who was in charge of the three.

"You live alone here?" Dafang didn't answer the other party's question, but asked casually.

Mei nodded and said, "Well, after Grandpa died, I lived alone. ”

"Do you have any other relatives?" Generously asked again.

"Except for Brother Xiaohu, there are none." May shook her head.

"What about your parents?" Generously looked at the girl.

"When I was very young, they both died." The girl's expression was a little gloomy.

Wang Chen sighed in his heart, without the love of his parents, it would be a tragedy for any child, and the girl's expression reminded him of the smart little girl Zhang Nian.

"Can you tell me about Xiaohu?" Smile widely.

Although Wang Chen was surprised by this series of questions, similar to the question of investigating the household registration book, it was just that the girl was obviously in a better mood when she faced this question.

I saw that the girl lowered her head slightly when she heard this, looked at the table, her pretty face showed the youthfulness that she should have at this age, pursed her lips and shook her head slowly, and said, "I don't want to say." ”

Dafang looked at the girl who was embarrassed to look at him, but smiled, he didn't care much about the answer to this question, it can make the little girl feel better, it is the question itself, the biggest use.

"So, did he really go to practice supernatural powers?" Dafang asked again.

Mei raised her head and looked at the man in front of the table, a lot of thoughts flashed in her heart, I don't know why, the man in front of her seemed to have a kind of, a kind of magic that people were willing to talk about, she couldn't summarize why, but there was no doubt that she could even faintly feel it from him, similar to the love of the elders, which had never been felt since the death of her grandfather, although it was more like a love house and Wu, but there was no doubt that it could really make people relax, in the current relaxed state of mind, she believed that she would be able to draw a better picture, and maybe even be able to point out another plum blossom, not necessarily.

Thinking of this, Mei looked over to the other side of the table, where the painting was now spread out and laid flat, and Bobo was standing at the table, like a little boy concentrating on his homework, engrossed in the painting, drawing something.

Mei was not upset by Bobo's fiddling with her work, but she forgot to answer the generous question for a while, but suddenly became very curious about what Bobo was drawing.

Under the attention, Mei's eyes suddenly widened, her face was full of surprise, as if she was afraid to disturb Bobo, and the girl was so nervous that she covered her mouth with her little hand.

She found that there were many more plum blossoms on the grass next to her. The petals are naturally scattered, which is obviously new, but this is not the key, the key is that these plum blossoms, one petal is more real than one petal, one petal is clearer than one petal, and one petal is purer than one petal. These all point to one point, they show that every time Bobo paints a plum blossom, it is a process of progress, each time it is better than the previous one, and the last few petals seem to have surpassed her as the original author.

What's more critical is that from the first petal of Bobo's pen, it can be seen that this little robot has not painted anything before, so Bobo is completely complete, and in just a few minutes, he has overtaken her, a person who has been fumbling for five years.

In fact, the girl didn't know how far Dafang's evaluation of her plum blossom had reached.

Mei has never been jealous of anyone, and she is the same now, so she will always admire people who are higher than herself, no matter who the other party is, and at the same time believe that she can do very well.

Therefore, admiration is only the reason for surprise, but it is not the reason for making her nervous.

The real key, and why she was nervous, was the last plum blossom that Bobo was painting.

It was a place where she had always wanted to paint, but she knew she couldn't do it.

It was a piece of petals that should have fallen quietly, the petals on the left shoulder of the young little tiger, that was a piece that could carry all the thoughts in the girl's heart, both delicate and strong, pink petals.

In Mei's eyes, Bobo's plum blossoms naturally can't contain her emotions, but they are more pure, more sincere, and more ......, and the girl can't find any adjectives in her heart, and her most intuitive feeling may be described by another word that has nothing to do with the painting, which is more appropriate, that word is called "inclusive of everything".

Mei looked at the little robot that pointed out the last point, watched him carefully roll up the picture scroll, and then quickly came to his side, unfolding the picture scroll in front of his eyes like a treasure, and a big word "look" appeared on his chest.

The girl pressed her index finger to the tip of her nose, blinked her eyes a few times, and then quickly regained her smile and praised the little robot: "Bobo is such a little genius!" Much better than I can draw! ”

"Genius"

"Genius"

The little robot is very happy and proud, if it doesn't have a mouth, otherwise I'm afraid it will be proud.

"Gifts"

"Yours"

Looking at the painting handed to her, Mei slowly reached out and took it, the painting that was by no means unimportant to her was lost and recovered, and the girl finally couldn't help it.

Bobo saw his good friend, and suddenly began to cry, very unclear, and looked at Dafang with worried eyes.

Bobo's worries were exchanged for generous reassurance and praise.

"Well done."

Generous praise can always make Bobo's mood extremely happy, so the cleaning robot decided to do something, so that his happy mood can continue, that is, he has to do his own job every day, after all, he is a cleaning robot, and is a very powerful cleaning expert, to highlight his "little expert" This advantage is particularly important in Bobo's view, otherwise Dafang may not want himself.

So, Bobo ran to the other side of Dafang, picked up the dog, and he made up his mind to take Dahei and wash it.

At the same time, Wang Chen seemed to really hear a long, sigh from the great black who was about to suffer an unwarranted disaster.

Since the dog's family status is extremely low, no one pays attention to Daikoku's pitiful eyes that are sending out pleas for help, including his owner.

Dafang was just quietly waiting for the girl to restrain her mood.

"Has Xiaohu gone to practice supernatural strength?" After a while, Dafang looked at the girl who was still sobbing from time to time, and said loudly.

Mei suddenly realized her rudeness, and hurriedly pinched the corner of the scroll with her left hand, and then wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her right hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I lost my temper." The girl kept expressing her apologies.

Thanks to the lack of makeup, Mei cleaned up quickly, and she nodded to Dafang: "Well, Brother Xiaohu did go to practice." ”

"You gave him half of your talent?" When asking generous questions, there is no taboo at all.

"Nope." Mei raised her head and looked at Dafang with a clear gaze.

"Brother Xiaohu's talent is very good, it's one in ten thousand, so I don't need to do more, and how can I share such a thing as talent?" Mei reacted quickly.

Dafang smiled.

Wang Chen sighed again in his heart: "This is youth, this is really good." ’

At this moment, Wang Chen couldn't help but be distracted, recalling when he lied for the first time? To whom? However, the answers to these two questions were clearly presented in Wang Chen's mind in less than a ten-thousandth of a second.

"Lao Wang started to do it, but he was really ruthless, am I his own child......" Wang Chen, who recalled the past, sighed again.

The unbearable past made Wang Chen have to shift his attention to the "bright moon" in front of him again.

After meeting Yang Yu and Saixi, Wang Chen began to have a real expectation for extraordinary power in his heart, and the last demonstration of Uncle Ling Hu before made him feel a sense of urgency for this powerful individual power.

And now, he began to admire, what he admired was not this magical world with extraordinary power, what he admired was that people have to pay, and they can be so pure, so gained, without asking for anything in return.

A trace of jealousy that only he can detect was quietly born in Wang Chen's heart, but almost at the same time, this trace of jealousy instantly and completely disappeared in the flawlessness and purity of the "bright moonlight".

However, it must be said that not all living beings are hungry for supernatural power, and they all like to pursue the greater and better individual power, and they never tire of it, and they never get tired of it.

In fact, there are good examples in the field.

as he who washes dogs, and who is being baptized.

"Have you ever seen a painting that looks like this one?" Dafang asked out loud again.