Chen Ping'an walked out of the house in a trance, came to the small courtyard, looked up, the scorching sun was in the sky, the line of sight was particularly clear, and the sky was like a porcelain embryo with layers of glaze, smooth and pleasant.

Chen Ping'an inadvertently noticed that his breathing was a little stagnant, so he sat on the threshold, holding his breath and concentrating, and his hands and ten fingers were knotted with the sword furnace fist.

After a stick of incense, Chen Ping'an felt that his breath was stable and smooth, and he was just about to stand up, when he glanced at the corner of his eye, sat back on the threshold with his butt, stared wide-eyed, and at some point in the corner of the courtyard, there was a black stone lying quietly, the best sword grinding stone in the world, the dragon slaying platform!

Chen Ping'an hurriedly got up, walked quickly, squatted down and looked carefully, compared with the collapsed Tianguan Statue pedestal before, it seemed to have been cut into tofu by a knife, and it was simply divided into two with a straight knife. Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin, moved his position little by little, squatted in a different direction, moved around in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and after his butt returned to his original position, he became more and more sure that it was the pedestal at the foot of the statue of "Bodhisattva nodded".

This made Chen Ping'an frightened, although Miss Ning likes to say some very loud words, but all her cold-eyed and sleeved words will definitely not be fake, she said that the strong and abnormal dragon slaying platform can only be split by the big sword fairy at a great price, Chen Ping'an is convinced. So this dragon slaying platform is his own long legs, and then ran all the way to his Chen Ping'an's house?

Now Chen Ping'an already knows that there are indeed gods and ghosts in the world, as well as countless mandrill spirits, but it is unlikely that the stone will become a spirit, right? Besides, it can enjoy some happiness in anyone's house, and what can it do in his own house except to suffer, is there such a stupid stone spirit?

Chen Ping'an asked tentatively, "Hey, can you speak?" or can you understand me?"

Of course not.

The suspicious boy shook his head, not getting enough of it.

Probably because the previous dream was too real, Chen Ping'an actually hasn't recovered until now, resulting in everything he sees now is weird.

Many small things that were not thought about back then are now strung together, and they seem to make sense all of a sudden.

Mr. Qi said that there are indeed in the world, and Ning Yao even said that the world outside is strange.

Even if it is Old Man Yao, in fact, he has already said a lot in bits and pieces, and there are many things to pay attention to when it comes to simply entering the mountain, Old Man Yao has said a lot, such as those inconspicuous old tree stumps, which may be the seat of the mountain god, and they can't sit down. It is also said that the mountains under the sky, no matter how big or small, are actually in the same lineage, but they are divided into grandchildren.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an was suddenly very curious, and wanted to know how the Lizhu Cave Heaven, where the town is located, could he see the whole picture? Is it only by climbing to that peak that is higher than Phiyun Mountain that he can have an unobstructed view?

Chen Ping'an put away his thoughts, looked down at the black stone, and thought that if he wanted to move it to the blacksmith shop, Miss Ning would definitely be able to use this sword grinding stone. As for how Miss Ning will dispose of the stone at that time, whether she chooses to sharpen the sword by herself, or hand it over to Master Ruan, as a thank you gift for helping to cast the sword, Chen Ping'an doesn't care anyway, he is just curious about how the sword grinding stone sharpens the sword, will it be similar to sharpening the wood knife by himself?

Chen Ping'an never dragged his feet in doing things, and immediately started after making up his mind, stretched out his hands to lift the sword grinding stone up, which could be lifted more than an inch from the ground, a little heavy, but not so that he couldn't move, this was easy to do, Chen Ping'an went to the house to find a basket.

Soon the boy was walking in the mud bottle alley with a basket on his back, and the grinding stone was covered with a shirt.

After walking out of Mud Bottle Alley, Chen Ping'an found that there were many pedestrians on the street, and it was estimated that it was the sudden dark night that made people panic. So the vast majority of the townspeople left their homes and walked out of the alleys to the streets, talking about it, and from time to time someone hurriedly ran by, shouting that the iron lock well had completely dried up, and even the iron chain that had been hanging in the well for thousands of years had been secretly removed and hidden at home. There are even more children who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, jumping in twos and threes, with happy faces, talking about the changes of the old locust tree.

It turned out that the old locust tree was uprooted "overnight", fell on the street, all over the ground with broken locust branches and withered yellow locust leaves, at the beginning many nearby people felt that they should not waste it, so they picked up the branches and leaves and went home to burn the fire, some of them were lazy and young, reluctant to be urged by their own mother-in-law, carrying a firewood knife to chop the thicker locust branches. It's not that no one stops, the old people in the town who have lived around the old locust tree for generations, most of them are heartbroken, and they directly scold the men and mothers who take advantage of this lack of morality, and there are also old people who talk bitterly about the origin of the old locust and the town, saying that this tree is aura, so many years, even the dead branches fall only in the dead of night, and they don't want to smash on people's heads, not to mention that every time the harvest is not good, the locust flowers of the old tree are like rice, filling the stomachs of many people.

It doesn't work.

Those young men either ignored them, just buried their heads in cutting down trees, and those who had a bad temper clashed with the old man, pushing and shoving. All in all a bit of a mess.

After hearing the movement of the old locust tree, Chen Ping'an carried the basket on his back, hesitated, slowed down, turned around in three steps, and looked in the direction of the old locust tree. His instinct told him that he should go to the locust tree to take a look, but another voice in his heart told him to hurry to the blacksmith's shop.

He suddenly saw a wind-like dexterous figure, passing by his side, it was a little girl wearing a big red cotton jacket, which made people laugh and cry on the shoulders of the little girl, carrying a locust branch as thick as a green arm, the locust branch was long, the little girl's steps were fast, like a car, lively and playful.

Chen Ping'an recognized her at a glance, she was the lonely little girl, who came and went like the wind, liked to wander around the town, she and Gu Cang belonged to the same thing, not long ago I met again on the back of the green cow, she followed those fairy figures, it seemed that she had a particularly good relationship with the young Taoist aunt, Chen Ping'an also gave her a small snake gallstone.

Chen Ping'an hurriedly shouted to her, the little girl in the red cotton jacket turned her head, and when she saw that it was Chen Ping'an, she grinned, with a pair of talking autumn eyes, as if to say that you have something to say quickly, I listen, I am still busy with ants moving!

Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing and beckoned: "I'll discuss something with you, and I will delay you for a while at most." ”

The little girl in the big red cotton jacket ran over vigorously carrying the branches, turning sideways slightly, she raised her head, a little puzzled.

Chen Ping'an asked, "You moved this branch from the old locust tree, right?"

The little girl nodded vigorously and said regretfully: "If you don't hurry up, you will be robbed." I have little strength and can only move so much, so I try to make a few more runs. ”

Chen Ping'an's mind turned sharply, and he asked tentatively: "If your house is on the other side of Fulu Street, it will be far away, if you can trust me, you can put the Huaizhi in my yard first, so that you can run back and forth a few more times." ”

The little girl silently weighed the pros and cons, and while thinking about it carefully, she had been observing Chen Ping'an's eyes and face, probably thinking that Chen Ping'an had no bad intentions, she nodded and said, "Then what do you want me to do?" Say it in advance, I can't carry too big branches, it's very heavy, and my shoulders are a bit like fire burning now." ”

Chen Ping'an took out a bunch of keys, took off one of them, and handed it to the little girl, "This is the key to the courtyard door of my house, you take it." I don't want you to do anything more, just let you grab the locust branches, see if there are any green leaves on the ground that have not turned yellow, and if so, remember to help me put them away. ”

She didn't take the key, her eyes widening, "That's it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Yes, that's it." You know where I live, right?"

She mumbled, "Count on the left hand side of Mud Bottle Lane, the twelfth house." ”

She still didn't take the key in the end, "The courtyard wall of your house is not high, I can gently put the locust branch in without opening the courtyard door." ”

Chen Ping'an put away the key, and the girl in the red cotton jacket had already turned around and rushed away.

Chen Ping'an felt that she was like herself who had entered the mountains, she was walking through the streets and alleys, and he was going over the mountains and mountains.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the town and went south, and when he approached the "covered bridge", he was shocked to find that the covered bridge was gone.

It has been restored to the old stone arch bridge in memory.

I don't know why, although the covered bridge is brand new and atmospheric, and there is a bright gold plaque, Chen Ping'an still likes the old bridge in front of him.

Chen Ping'an stood at the end of the stone bridge, remembered the unexplained dream for no reason, took a deep breath, and slowly walked up the slope.

The closer he got to the middle of the bridge, the more nervous Chen Ping'an became, sweating profusely, sweating even more, but when he walked to the end of the arch bridge, nothing happened, Chen Ping'an laughed at himself, and quickened his steps towards the blacksmith shop.

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On the back of the green ox, Old Man Yang sat on the edge of the cyan stone cliff, smoking a dry cigarette.

The waterhole under the old man's feet, rippling and sparkling, under the surface of the water, there seems to be a lot of aquatic plants shaking, and under the big sun, there is still an indescribable gloomy and treacherous.

On the water, a vague old woman's face gradually emerged, but she had a crow's blue hair, blooming in the water, at this time the old woman was like a mourner, and said in a trembling voice: "Daxian, I really didn't dare to get close to that side last night, I tried several times, and it was like getting into an oil pot, which was more uncomfortable than a thousand cuts, Daxian, you just spare the small one, there is really no way." ”

Old man Yang said indifferently: "I'm not here to ask the master, you will be the same in the future, you just need to do what you can, without ambiguity, it's fine." But now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, in front of you, it depends on whether you dare to fight for it. ”

The old woman's dark green face swayed with the water, and she was indescribably ghostly, and when she heard that the great immortal deliberately pointed out a clear path for herself, she hurriedly put on a posture of listening to her ears.

The old man said slowly: "Now that Xiaodongtian has slowly fallen back to the world, bordering the earth, it is in a critical period of taking root, and it will not be long before it will be the same as the territory of the Dali Dynasty, the reason why you can only be called a river woman, not a river god, just like in a secular dynasty, you are still just a Xu official who does not enter the rank of Qingliu, and has not really obtained an official body, one step is different, the world is different." ”

He pointed to the stone arch bridge with his old cigarette stick, "The reason why this is so is not because your territory is small, but because your territory has been cut off. The stream you are in will become the source of many important rivers in the future, not to mention an inferior river god whose green silk is no more than hundreds of miles long, or it is not difficult to be named the river god by Da Li, and the hair is thousands of miles long. ”

The old woman's eyes rolled slightly.

Old man Yang didn't urge, and said with a smile: "It's actually quite comfortable to lie in the mud, right, why should others help you up, right?"

The old woman was timid and didn't dare to take a bite to respond, but when she heard the cynicism of the great immortal, she knew that something was wrong, and immediately begged for mercy, and the deep pool stream suddenly surged.

The old man was indifferent, and said indifferently: "Do you continue to be a loach that wags its tail and begs for mercy, or does it turn into a river Jiao that sits on one side of the water transport, in one fell swoop." Also, don't forget how I told you at the beginning, this road, there is no turning back, you can only go all the way to the dark, there is no good thing in the world once and for all, to put it mildly, anyone in the town can have good retribution, but it is not your turn. ”

The great immortal with great magical powers, the more light and light the wind was, the more the old woman of the river woman beat the drum in her heart, and finally gritted her teeth fiercely and dived into the water quickly.

After a while, the figure of the old woman disappeared, but in the stream between the green cow's back and the stone arch bridge, there seemed to be a faint green shadow, crookedly downstream.

As the shadow approached the stone arch bridge, it slowed down and ended up like a turtle paddling through the water.

There are still more than ten zhang away from the deep pool of the stone arch bridge, and the figure of the old woman of the river suddenly accelerated, obviously seeking wealth and danger, and she was going to fight to the death.

Swim by.

Without a hitch.

After the old woman rushed out of the dozens of zhang in one breath, the underwater figure swirled, and in order to celebrate the rest of her life after the catastrophe, she couldn't help but turn in a circle, and a ball of green silk wrapped around the fleshless and thin body.

The river woman stood upright and hovered in the stream, looked up at the stone arch bridge, and finally saw the old sword clearly.

It was still rusty, and it was not the slightest bit different from what she had seen when she was a child, a young woman, or a young woman.

But the next moment, the old woman who just glanced at the old sword strip more, a pair of eyes burst on the spot.

Cry.

The stream rolls and the waves are spraying.

After a long time, this section of the stream finally returned to calm, and the old woman gave birth to a pair of eyes again, but her breath became weak, and the voice of the great immortal sounded in her ears, "People don't pay attention to you, it's your ancestors who are smoking, don't take an inch." When passing the stone bridge in the future, remember not to look up. ”

The old woman whispered: "Don't dare, don't dare anymore." ”

Old man Yang's voice came faintly, "You just go downstream and try to see where you can swim." Don't be too rampant when you pass by the blacksmith's shop. But don't worry too much, your existence can make this stream particularly 'gloomy', once the water essence is born, it is conducive to sword forging and quenching, so that Ruan Shi will not embarrass you. If you are diligent, you will not be able to give you a little opportunity. Although the Lizhu Cave Heaven was shattered, and the aura quickly overflowed and scattered, it could probably last for thirty or forty years, and Master Ruan's position as a saint was very stable, which was a good thing for him. ”

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and flattered: "Obey the decree of the Great Immortal." ”

On the back side of the green cow, some people's words were full of admiration, "The predecessors have such great magical powers, and they can actually seal a river woman by themselves, and the key is not to disturb the way of heaven." ”

Old man Yang still maintained his original sitting posture, did not turn his head, and sneered: "River woman, and the river god, the difference between one word and the cloud and mud." You are a reader, you don't understand?"

The person who came was the biggest reading seed of Guanhu Academy, Cui Minghuang, and he should be the last foreigner to leave this place.

This handsome scholar with a rich god and a jade lang smiled: "It's already terrifying. On a broken road, he forcibly forked out of the path, and this kind of handwriting could not be admired by the younger generations. ”

Old man Yang asked indifferently, "Boy, do you know my identity?"

Cui Minghuang shook his head and smiled: "The mountain lord didn't tell me in advance, but I barely guessed a clue." ”

Old man Yang said impatiently: "Go and go, you kid is not qualified enough to talk to me, and it is almost the same as your mountain master." ”

Cui Minghuang not only did not leave, but sat on the ground on the back of the green ox, before sitting down, did not forget to reach out and carefully hold the jade pendant on his waist, so as not to hit the stone cliff, he looked up at the blue sky that was no longer blocked, and said softly: "There is a body of heavenly cultivation, in order to protect this Lizhu Cave Heaven and prevent the Heavenly Dao from penetrating a little, I am not willing to use it at all, and in the end, I can only rely on two natal words to really survive to the end." Mr. Yang, what do you say our Mr. Qi is trying to do?"

The old man was just smoking a cigarette and his expression was gloomy.

Cui Minghuang muttered: "If you want to 'make a life for the people', it will be too much of a loss, he is Qi Jingchun, the mountain master of the Mountain Cliff Academy, the proud disciple of the fourth saint of Confucianism, his one life, in exchange for five or six thousand ordinary people in the next life, is it cost-effective? ”

Old man Yang exhaled a puff of smoke, "If you say this, you can only nag with me, otherwise if it spreads, you don't want to be the master of the academy in your life." For the sake of you saying a few words from your heart first, let's talk casually?"

The scholar smiled and said: "That dare is good, the younger generation can't ask for it." ”

The old man looked at the water, "But before I do that, I want to ask you a question. ”

Cui Minghuang nodded and said, "The seniors just asked." ”

The old man said slowly: "Step by step, you forced Qi Jingchun to that situation where you can only seek death, is it your handiwork?"

Cui Minghuang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and finally laughed at himself: "Didn't the seniors think too highly of me?"

Old man Yang didn't turn his head, and clouds of smoke rose in front of the old man, "I don't have any other skills, and it's okay to look at people's hearts." So you shouldn't be here. ”

Cui Minghuang explained with a smile: "Even if it is a little later, from the first time that my fourth saint of Confucianism fell in the position of the Confucian Temple, as a beginning, it was eighty years ago, and I am only a year old now, how can it make sense?"

The old man turned his head and said with a smile: "What do you mean, you mean that you just happened to come here to take Zhenguo Yugui, and you just happened to encounter this tragedy, it belongs to the yellow mud falling into the crotch of your pants, not is?"

Emperor Cui Ming's expression was calm, and he said with a smile: "The world is impermanent, and there is no coincidence that there is no book." ”

Old man Yang laughed, but he didn't smile.

Cui Minghuang didn't want to continue to waste money, and said straight to the point: "The younger generation has a soft spot for that Phiyun Mountain, and hopes to use it as the address of a new academy. I don't know what the seniors wanted?"

Old man Yang frowned and remained silent.

Cui Minghuang didn't seem to dare to urge the old man without authorization, got up slowly, and said softly: "Seniors don't worry, as long as the seniors don't nod for a day, the juniors' academy won't dare to break ground for a day." If the seniors think that this matter is feasible one day, they can ask the kiln superintendent to build the government office and send a message to Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy. ”

Old man Yang snorted, and did not refuse people thousands of miles away.

Cui Minghuang made a farewell.

Compared with a small chess piece like Mrs. Hepo, can she really achieve the god position, or Guanhu Academy wants to seek an enclave on Go in the Dali Dynasty, and chooses the Phiyun Mountain, in fact, the old man is not too concerned about these, because there is no weight.

The only thing the old man cared about was what Qi Jingchun said to Ruan Qiong when he arrived at the covered bridge that night, and finally he sat alone on the covered bridge all night, and only got up after dawn to return to the town, during that period, what did Qi Jingchun say and do?

The old man stood up with the old cigarette stick and scolded in a low voice: "None of them are worry-free." ”

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In the school, the four Mongolian children looked at each other.

The children did not see Mr. Qi, but the old man who seemed to be sweeping the floor all year round, changed into a Confucian shirt similar to Mr. Qi's outfit, hung a jade pendant around his waist, his frost-white hair was neatly tidied up, and he wore a high crown.

The matter of going out for a long trip was agreed by Mr. Qi to the children a long time ago, and the elders in their families also nodded and agreed.

The old man no longer saw his former kind eyebrows and majestic eyes, and asked, "Why didn't Li Baohua come to school?"

The ghostly Li Huai, who usually doesn't deal with the red cotton jacket, immediately informed: "On the way to Li Baohua, I heard that the old locust tree had fallen, so I had to run to join in the fun, I couldn't hold her, she had a very bad temper, I didn't listen to any persuasion, and she had to beat people." ”

The other three Mengtong have their own belly, Li Huai is really his mother, and his ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense is better than anyone else.

The old man turned to a little girl with pigtails and said, "You go and call Li Baohua to come back, we will leave the town today." ”

The little girl sighed, reluctantly stood up, and trotted away from the school.

Li Huai is not very old, his mouth is very tricky, he did not forget to add fuel to the fire, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Old Ma, a stubborn student like Li Baohua must be well controlled, otherwise he will not succeed." Since Mr. Qi is gone, you have to pick up the burden, old horse......"

The old man glared at him fiercely, Li Huai was so frightened that he was silent, and obediently shut up, but he kept scolding in his heart that this old man Ma was not a thing, and the tiger was not in the mountain, and the monkey was called the king.

In the past, Li Huai was very tired of Mr. Qi's rules, but now he misses Mr. Qi's good.

Next door to the school class, in the room that belonged to Qi Jingchun, Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy sat behind the bookcase, looked around, and the reader who occupied the magpie's nest smiled calmly, and said softly with some disappointment: "There are not many books." ”

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After Chen Ping'an arrived at the blacksmith shop, he was a little stunned when he heard the news.

Ning Yao left the town before dawn, Ruan Xiu said that it was on the side of the inverted hanging mountain, and the flying sword passed the book, and Miss Ning left the shop in a hurry after hearing about it.

Chen Ping'an only knew at this time that Miss Ning had gone to Mud Bottle Lane to say goodbye to herself.

Chen Ping'an carried the basket on his back, stood under the eaves of the house where Ning Yao temporarily lived, and pursed his lips.

Ruan Xiu said softly: "Miss Ning, let me tell you, she borrowed that scabbard for a period of time, and she will return it to you later." ”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

Ruan Xiu wanted to speak and stopped, Chen Ping'an realized that this sentence was meaningless to say to Miss Ruan, scratched his head and said, "Then I'll go back to Mud Bottle Lane first." ”

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Chen Ping'an walked forward.

Ruan Xiu suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Chen Ping'an, my father said that you will work in the shop with peace of mind during this time, and you may need your help to strike iron in the future." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled: "Thank you." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi smiled.

Chen Ping'an walked alone on the bank of the stream, and after walking on the stone arch bridge, he suddenly stopped, took off his back basket, and sat on the edge of the stone bridge, his feet hanging in the air, and the basket containing the heavy dragon slaying platform was placed beside him.

A pair of straw sandals, gently swaying.

Regarding Miss Ning's departure, the boy didn't have much sentimentality, because he knew from the beginning that she would leave.

It's just that there are some things that I don't have time to say.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Ping'an was suddenly awakened by a huge splash under the bridge, Chen Ping'an quickly turned his head, and the basket was gone!

Chen Ping'an did not hesitate at all, propped up his hands, and let himself fall into the stream.

Once in the water, quickly change your position in the water, face your head down, and drill hard underwater.

When Chen Ping'an's eyes widened and he vaguely saw a little light, at that moment, he lost consciousness.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an found himself standing on the mirror-like water, stomping his feet lightly, and was able to step on a circle of ripples, but the mirror did not collapse.

Chen Ping'an suddenly raised his arm to cover his eyes.

There was a dazzling light directly ahead, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

When the light faded, Chen Ping'an lowered his arm and saw a person sitting in the air in the distance, one foot bent and the other foot drooping, as if sitting on the edge of a cliff, with a lazy posture.

The whole person was bathed in white light, and the wisps of light were constantly swaying.

Chen Ping'an couldn't see the man's face clearly.

It is very similar to the character standing in the middle of the covered bridge in the dream in the house of Mud Bottle Lane before.

But Chen Ping'an was not sure if it was the same person.

The man raised his head and yawned, and said slowly: "That scholar named Qi Jingchun said that he was very disappointed in this world. And what about you?"

After the person spoke, Chen Ping'an had difficulty breathing and gritted his teeth.

Soon he heard his own heartbeat again, and the young man's face flushed as someone beat a drum and shook the sky, and he stretched out his hand to cover his heart.

The gods beat the spring bulletin drum to inform the world that spring is coming.

If the drum doesn't sound, spring doesn't come.

The man waved his hand, and his big sleeves shook like a galaxy.

On the stone arch bridge, the boy who pecked the rice woke up in a trance, turned his head to look, and the basket was honestly placed beside him.

The young man hugged his head and said, "Again?!"

Chen Ping'an slapped himself hard, it hurt.

He stood up in a panic, picked up the basket and ran.

Chen Ping'an ran all the way back to Mud Bottle Lane, opened the courtyard gate, and found that near the courtyard gate, locust branches were lying horizontally and vertically.

I thought to myself, that girl can really run, she can really carry.

Chen Ping'an put down the basket, and then sat at the gate of the courtyard, wiping his sweat.

A splash of red came briskly from one end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The little girl was sweating profusely, and when she saw Chen Ping'an, she grinned.

She was panting with a locust branch, and fished out a handful of bright green locust leaves from the embroidered bag around her waist.

After Chen Ping'an took it, he looked down and saw that compared to the locust leaves that Mr. Qi took him to beg for that time, although these locust leaves were also green, the veins of the leaves had withered and yellowed, and after a long time, it was impossible to see that there was a green glow swimming in them.

Chen Ping'an looked at the red cotton jacket looking left and right, and stretched out his hand with a smile.

The little girl looked dazed.

Chen Ping'an did not withdraw his hand.

After she insisted for a while, she took out the last leaf from the embroidery bag with a look of chagrin and slapped it heavily on Chen Ping'an's palm.

Chen Ping'an continued to stretch out his hand.

She puffed up her cheeks vigorously, turned around and took out another locust leaf out of nowhere, and handed it to Chen Ping'an with a sad face.

Chen Ping'an held back a smile and closed the eight locust leaves together, but took out three of them, handed them to the little girl in the red cotton jacket, and said softly: "Give it to you." ”

The little girl didn't take the locust leaf, and her big black grape-like watery eyes were full of doubts.

Chen Ping'an rubbed the little girl's head and explained softly: "You hid it yourself in advance, and it is different from what I gave you afterwards." Don't forget in the future, what you promise to others, you must do it. ”

Chen Ping'an looked at the innocent and immature face, and said with a smile: "If you work hard, you still can't do it, remember to say hello." ”

Although the little girl felt that what he said was quite reasonable, she had no face, so she did her best to wrinkle her little face and said angrily: "Why are you so similar to Mr. Qi of the school." I'm going to dislike you!"

Chen Ping'an couldn't cry or laugh, and said: "I'll help you move Huaizhi to your house, I have a lot of strength, it's enough to run once." ”

The tired little girl in the red cotton jacket suddenly brightened her eyes, and her eyes narrowed into crescents with a smile, "Then I can like you for a while!"