The words of the little dolls made a startled gasp.
"Xinghua Village? Are you from Xinghua Village?"
"If you belong to Xinghua Village, then we are our own! As long as you want to come to our village, you can come anytime!"
"Do you like to touch snails? Go, I'll take you to the top of the ditch. The snails on it are the most, big and fat!"
As soon as the baby who was standing in the ditch heard of Xinghua Village, he immediately hulled and climbed up to the shore to surround him, with curiosity and excitement on his face, all smiled and grinned.
Before the little turnips could react, they helped them lift the wooden barrels and flocked them to the upper reaches.
Their Shangpo Village is now well-off, and it is because of Xinghua Village to have such a situation. The parents at home would have warned them early that when they see people in Xinghua Village in the future, they must be polite and courteous.
The little turnips received high-level treatment, and they didn't forget that they were the boss. They turned to greet him, "Boss, hurry up, they said the snails above are big and fat!"
Croton followed behind his face, unloved.
He knew it would be like this!
Because he is from Xinghua Village, his fists have not been used for a year.
Heroes are useless, lonely and desolate.
"Brother, you are not happy." As a twin, Hongdou is more sensitive to his brother's emotions.
I took my younger brother obediently and walked behind, watching my brother's sudden dejection, he hurried up to show concern.
"Who said that, brother is very happy, tonight we can eat delicious boiled snails, they are big and fat." Chongmei smiled, and Croton's voice was weak.
"Then elder brother hurry up and touch a lot of snails, we will be full at night!" Hongdou squinted and urged.
Croton, "..." He doesn't want to touch the snails at all now.
But can it not count if it is released
can not.
The masculine man spit one nail at a time.
Besides, he is the boss.
I want to play a rogue without admitting it, unless no one has a certificate.
Recognizing his fate and rushing forward, he devoted himself to the great cause of touching the snails, and Croton's face was stinky from beginning to end.
Fortunately, my little brothers still remembered him from time to time, that he could not be said to be out of his identity anywhere, otherwise he would not be able to get along in the ten miles and eight villages.
"I didn't expect you to have a boss at such a young age. This little baby seems to be more than four years old, right?" The little baby in Shangpo Village took them to touch the snails while chatting with them enthusiastically.
Little children are lively and active, as long as they get together, they will become familiar with them after a while.
Listening to the other party talking about himself, Croton sighed and told the other party earnestly, "I just look more mighty."
Just look mighty, mighty and tall.
He can grow up even if he drinks water.
This is aptitude, not to be envious.
"Our boss is only three years old, hahaha!"
"The boss is mighty!"
Children in Shangpo Village, "..."
The three-year-old child in their village still talked half-and-half when he was speaking. Looking at this one in front of him, he didn't speak as if he were four or five years old, and he was clever and clever. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match your age.
Facing a crowd of doubts and doubts, Croton did not explain.
These children have little knowledge and have never seen the strange things in their Liu family compound.
What is his youth and maturity? His red bean fingers can still be condensed.
It was the Fuwawa who was also famous when his mother was three years old.
And his dad, who was three years old, wrote a poem, four years old, wrote a letter, and five years old. Debating too much with the Confucian scholars. He was so amazing that no one has been able to make the right. Of course, he hadn't grown up yet. The legend will become history.
He was the back wave who shot his dad on the beach.
"Are you really only three years old? Why are you talking so neatly?" Several curious children approached and looked at Croton rare.
Croton looked at the sky, "The Lord is specially trained."
I think that because of the unfavorable loss of talking, he was planted in the hands of the old man several times.
Can he keep falling in the same pit
People should make progress.
When encountering difficulties, we must try our best to solve them.
When you encounter obstacles, you must remove them at all costs.
Although his father is not an obstacle to him, he is definitely a mountain blocking him.
He has to climb to the top of the mountain to get ahead.
The children in Shangpo Village were particularly interested in "specially trained", and immediately surrounded Croton in the middle, and started twittering.
Looking around the children who were waiting for answers, Croton slowly laughed.
Hongdou didn't go into the ditch. Dad said that she was a female doll and could not play in the water like her brother, so she obediently squatted on the edge of the ditch and waited, taking advantage of the opportunity to squat down the abandoned child, two of them lined up in a row. Cute and cute.
At this time, Hong Dou blinked his eyes when he saw his brother's smile, and approached the outcast and secretly said, "My brother is broken."
The outcast also blinked and raised his head to look at the baby girl quietly.
"When my brother smiled, he broke." Hongdou explained.
More specifically, she can't explain it. Anyway, she has seen it many times, and every time her brother laughs like this, there are often little children crying.
The outcast twisted his head and continued to look at the lively crowd over the ditch.
The small wooden barrel in Croton's hand has been carried for him. The eyebrows fluttered and the mouth was mottled, and they didn't know what they were talking about. The people around him listened with gusto. At the same time, a crowd of people listened and touched the snails, and all the snails they touched were thrown into the croton bucket.
The outcast took it seriously, no one knew what he understood, or whether he still didn't understand anything.
"Brother, I'm looking for Maomaoqi." After squatting for a long time, and couldn't get into the water to play together, Hongdou felt bored, so he shouted to his brother.
"Just look for it on the side, don't go far." Croton immediately stopped speaking and turned back to exhort.
"On the side." Hongdou nodded obediently.
"Also, how many times have I taught you, it's not called Mao Mao, it's called Mao Zhen, Mao Zhen!"
"Mao Zhen." Hong Dou nodded again, took the abandoned child and began to look for Mao Zhen along the ditch, "Brother, let's go to Mao Mao."
Croton knelt.
Can't teach anymore.
I taught it and didn't change it. I was talking about their red beans.
In spring, it is easy to find a handful of needles in densely grassed areas in the countryside.
In a blink of an eye, the little red beans grabbed four or five sticks in his hand. Take out one of them and peel off the light green tender leaves on it, revealing the white cotton wool inside. Red Bean feeds the cotton wool to the abandoned child's mouth, "It's sweet."
The outcast immediately opened his small mouth, and Hongdou smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyebrows, and he was very satisfied.
The younger brother is good, he eats as soon as he feeds, unlike the older brother, who can’t push the plug into his mouth when chasing.
From now on, she will feed her brother instead of her brother.
"Good? I like it, sweet." Peeled a red bean and put it in his mouth. The tender and sweet taste made the baby squint his eyes with satisfaction, "I have many, many good ones, I will share it with you."