The man in white stretched out his hand, grabbed the skirt of her clothes, and lifted her onto Hai Dongqing's back. He also climbed onto the bird's back lightly.
Hai Dongqing was originally unwilling to carry Shen Rumei on his back, but when he saw his master acting like this, he didn't resist. He just shouted at Shen Rumei twice in protest, then took long strides and ran away.
When they were approaching the town, the man in white threw her onto the bird's back.
As soon as she landed, she heard a bird chirping behind her.
Looking back, I saw Hai Dongqing rising into the sky, and the man in white standing on the back of the bird, flying farther and farther as if flying in the wind.
So... cool!
Shen Rumei suddenly wanted to get such a big bird. If Ling'er saw it, it would definitely like it very much.
But in a blink of an eye, she killed this idea in the cradle.
Back in the small town, it was not bright yet, but many shops had already removed their door panels and started doing business for the day.
She bought some hot soy milk from a breakfast shop, as well as freshly fried fried chicken, a few meat buns and braised eggs, and walked towards home with the joy of surviving a disaster.
When I got home, I filled the table with breakfast and woke up Ling'er.
The mother and son gathered around the table and ate breakfast happily.
After just a few bites, an uninvited guest came to the door.
Shen Rumei said angrily: "What are you doing here?"
Qi Yanyu sniffed exaggeratedly: "It smells so good! It smells so good!"
He smiled and said: "I smelled the aroma wafting from your place before I even woke up. I knew you had good food here, so I rushed here."
His face was rosy and radiant, and he looked completely different from the one who was frozen into a zombie yesterday.
Seeing him, Shen Ling'er waved to him happily.
"Brother Qi, my mother just bought the fried chicken for breakfast. It's delicious, but my mother bought it for me. You can only eat half of it."
Shen Rumei couldn't help but laugh.
It was not easy to get the son who was guarding the food to give up half of the fried ghost. It seemed that Qi Yanyu really pleased Ling'er.
"Half a stick? Well, half a stick is better than nothing." Qi Yanyu sat down next to Shen Linger without being polite, picked up half a stick of fried ghost, put it into his mouth, and ate it in one bite.
After breakfast, he refused to leave and wandered around the drug store, looking like he had nothing to do.
Shen Rumei thought he was an eyesore and chased him away several times, but he just refused to leave. Sometimes he would tell Shen Linger stories, and sometimes he would lure Shen Linger out to catch crickets.
"If you don't leave, find something serious to do. Don't teach my son a bad lesson. He is still young and at the age where he can read and write." Shen Rumei rolled her eyes at him.
When Qi Yanyu heard this, he also became serious. He carried Shen Ling'er back to the desk and asked him seriously:
"Xiao Ling'er, are you willing to be my apprentice?"
Shen Ling'er blinked and blinked, wondering: "What do you want to teach me?"
"The art of forging!" He said seriously.
"What is the art of forging?" Shen Ling'er asked, holding her chin.
"To put it simply, it is to forge an inconspicuous piece of iron into a weapon. If it is more complicated, it would take ten days and ten nights to finish. Just tell me, do you want to learn or not?"
Shen Ling'er's eyes shone.
This is what boys do when they hear about weapons.
"I..." He wanted to learn, but turned to look at Shen Rumei.
Qi Yanyu pulled his little face back seriously and asked him to look at her.