Edamame Mao's words made La Dola suddenly realize, and it immediately said, "That's right! It's a painting! ”

"Draw ......" Edamame's clever head quickly moved, and a flash of thought came out, he had to catch it, not let it escape.

Edamame closed his eyes tightly, and his brows were about to stick together! Finally, his eyebrows suddenly parted, as if he was about to take off, and Edamame Mao shouted, "It's 'Painting'!" ”

Everyone was puzzled, only Ladora and Edamame had the same heart, and the two of them held hands and shouted in circles while spinning in circles:

"That's right! Yes! It's "Painting"! ”

The children still didn't understand, especially Ge Dazhuang couldn't bear that when his Qing Xiaolong's life was dying, Edamame Mao and La Dola were still dancing!

"Stop!" Ge Dazhuang was so angry that his nose was about to smoke, and he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up and find a way to save Qing Xiaolong." ”

"Okay, okay!" didn't have time to explain to the children, La Dola only looked at Edamame Mao, and immediately recited the familiar mantra: "Go, go, come, I'm a poet, go!" ”

Ge Dazhuang reacted quickly and grabbed the green dragon lying in the soft cotton nest, and before falling into the darkness, he stared at the green dragon with pity, praying deeply for the partner he cared about the most.

After a while, the children fell to the soft grass. Surrounded by birds and flowers, the mountains and rivers are beautiful. Ge Dazhuang didn't care about enjoying the scenery like everyone else, he stared directly at the green dragon in his palm—it seemed to have some strength, but it was still far from being a "living dragon and a tiger".

"Put it on the grass," said Ladola, "hurry up." ”

Ge Dazhuang hurriedly put Qing Xiaolong at his feet, and he also knelt down to observe carefully—the soil under his knees was very wet and cool, and he hoped that his Qing Xiaolong would feel more comfortable.

La Dora, who never disappoints, is right again.

The green dragon lying on the grass quickly recovered, first opening its yellow eyes, then staggering to support itself with its tail, and finally its throat made a "grunt" sound, as if it had a thousand words to tell.

Ladola laughed, and it said, "No thanks, this is what we should do." So you want to live here, okay, congratulations on coming home. ”

The children were relieved to see that Qing Xiaolong was fine.

Tian Youyou asked, "Ladola, where is this?" ”

"This is the Rim River Valley," said Ladola, "the home of Wang Wei, a great poet and painter of the Tang Dynasty, is here." ”

"Great!" Ge Dazhuang was happy now, he raised his big fist, gently smashed it on Edamame's shoulder, and said, "How did you think of coming here?" ”

"Because I thought that Qing Xiaolong was the first big orb I got, it came out of the world of ancient poetry and literature in the first grade, you should all remember it, right? Wang Wei's "Painting" that we all studied last semester. Edamame Mao Mao eyebrows fluttered and explained: "I thought maybe I should come to Wang Wei and ask this ancestor of Nanzong landscape painting, is there any way to help us?" I didn't expect that Qing Xiaolong would be fine as soon as he got here. Well, now there's nothing more important than Qing Xiaolong's safety. ”

The green dragon was still grunting, and now everyone understood that what it wanted to say was thanks.

The children returned the salute one after another: "You're welcome, no thanks." ”