"Xiaoqu, slow down." A woman in a kitchen dress ran out and chased a little girl with a ponytail bouncing in front of her.

A tricycle pulled a large pile of goods through the two, and the little girl stopped and looked back at the disappeared mother with a panicked and confused expression, until the tricycle drove by, and her mother appeared in front of her again, and the little girl immediately laughed and pounced.

The streets were bustling with activity, with crooked paths, stalls under houses, and crowds of people dressed in plain clothes, and little girls noisily took the windmill from a man pushing a bicycle, and handed him a dollar.

The back of a fair woman appeared in the crowd, causing everyone to stop and look at her. The long golden hair reached her waist and danced slightly, a silver-white armor seemed to be tailor-made for her, without the slightest damage to her slender and moving figure, and the silver-white shorts reached the middle of the thighs, exposing two slender and white legs. The same pair of silver-white shoes made of metal, stepping on the ground feels as if there is no trace of gravity.

"Be careful!" The woman's voice was as clear as heaven, and on the second-story window in front of her, a vase suddenly tilted and fell. The woman flicked one hand, and a white light flew towards the little girl below.

The little girl realized that it was too late, and when she looked up slightly, she screamed and crouched down with her head in her hands.

The vase suddenly froze, and the white light turned into a white sphere and stopped above the girl's head, and the irregular air flow in the sphere continued to surge, and there was a faint flash of bright light, making the white ball change constantly, as if there were several electric lights in it in countless invisible tungsten filaments.

The vase slowly sank from the white ball like a stone sinking into the sea, the little girl looked up suspiciously, she looked at the vase that was slowly sticking to her cheek, she stretched out her finger in disbelief and poked, the vase was poked in the white ball and jumped up gently, and then slowly fell again.

"It's amazing..."

"Are you alright?" The woman had already come closer, and the little girl's head turned back, and when she saw her sister who was as moving as an angel, she nodded and said, "Yes." ”

The woman touched her head, and with a wave of her hand, the white ball dissipated, and the vase inside was also grabbed by the woman.

"Pay more attention in the future." The woman said with a smile, and after saying that, she put the vase on the ground and waved goodbye to the girl.

"Sister, wait." The little girl ran to the woman.

The woman turned her head to look at her suspiciously.

"Here's for you."

The woman squatted down and took a card handed over by the girl, the back was brown, and the two rows of golden thin strips were crossed, which was particularly good-looking.

The woman turned it into the front and whispered in her mouth: "Ruyi.. Staff? After reading it, she looked up at the girl suspiciously.

The little girl smiled and nodded, "As long as you collect four cards, you can summon the Monkey King to drive all the bad guys away." ”

The woman smiled, stroked the girl's head dotingly, and said, "Thank you." After saying that, she put away the card, got up and waved goodbye to the little girl again, and the little girl also waved to the woman with a happy face.

"Squeak.." The door was twisted open, and the woman walked into the house.

"Ral?" An elderly woman with a wrinkled face looked at the woman who pushed the door in with a broom and said, "I heard that you are coming back, so I helped you clean up." ”

Ignoring the dust on the woman's body, Lal walked up to her with a smile, put his arms around her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Aunt Lee." ”

The woman smiled and nodded, and said, "It's okay, now our city is proud of you brothers and sisters, and who else is there." The woman scratched her head and said with some embarrassment.

Lal let go of his arm with a smile and said, "Zhao Yan." ”

"Yes, yes, that's him." The woman suddenly realized.

"If it's okay, I'll go out first, you're tired all day, just go home, don't give birth to a child." The woman said.

"Yes, Aunt Li." Lal replied, and heard the door slam shut.

Ral sat at the table, the front of the table facing the window, and the opposite side was also a two-story building, which had been looking like it had been at least ten years.

Through the window, Lal's room was unobstructed, with the door on the right, and behind the chair she was sitting on was a bed, in the middle of which hung a picture frame, in which was a boy and a girl, and he put his two faces together and slapped two large, innocent cheeks, and nothing else.

Lal opened the drawer, and there was a red book in it, and she flipped through the book, the first half of which was full of handwriting, which was still a little immature, and every stroke was extremely forceful, large and upright.

The woman looked out the window at the sunset and let out a long breath. As if she had thought of something, she put the card that the little girl had given her in her notebook, flipped through the blank two pages, and picked up the long-unused quill from the table, the ink seemed to have been replaced by the aunt just now.

She dipped in ink, held the red book in her left hand, and wrote with a pen in her right hand, and the quill pen danced in Ral's hand, and the handwriting was as solemn and beautiful as art, exactly like what she had written before.