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When Helang opened his eyes, what he saw was a white ceiling. Looking around, all he saw were strange objects. Such a new and strange world was very uncomfortable for him.
He moved his body, only to realize that he was a child under a few years old. The hands in front of him were immature and white, and slightly fleshy. He squeezed them, and they were smooth and soft.
The feeling of childhood has long been forgotten, and a strange sense of freshness rose in Helang's heart, and he tried his best to familiarize himself with this new body.
He sat up, patted the mattress, and found it was very soft and comfortable. There was also a special cabinet beside him, and a transparent cup. He picked it up and took a sip of water, thinking that it might be made of transparent ceramics. Because he knocked and found that it could still make a crisp sound.
Heron was lying on an all-white bed, and he found a protruding button beside him. He touched it curiously and found that it could be pressed.
As soon as he pressed it, two people in uniform rushed in from the door, they rushed to his side with concern, and hurriedly asked: "Young master? What's wrong with you, young master?"
These two weirdly dressed people made Helang shrink back, grabbed the quilt tightly, and shook his head cautiously, "I'm fine."
Then, under the call of the two servants, another elegant and luxurious lady came quickly and walked to his side.
Helang was a little shy, turned his eyes away, thinking why women in this world wear skirts so short that their calves are exposed.
Seeing that the usually lively child did not speak, Song Qinglian thought that he was not feeling well, so she sat down on the side of the bed and patted his head in distress.
Helang didn't refuse either. The gentle breath she exuded and the care she had for him had already shown that she was his mother, so Helang also relaxed a little, and leaned obediently on her palm, feeling a lot. His mother and concubine have passed away for a long time, and he has never felt this kind of warmth from his mother again.
Although some words were incomprehensible, from what the suspected servant and the new mother said just now, Helang probably knew that his identity was not bad, he should be from a wealthy family, so he was called the young master, and from them In his attitude towards himself, he felt that he should be very favored and responsive to every request.
It is said that when he was playing on the swings in the playground, he disregarded the advice of his servants because he wanted to play. He swayed himself high, but he made a mistake and fell down, causing a slight concussion in his head.
He probably understood the situation, well, but there were other things and words he had yet to understand. (⊙v⊙)
Before being unfamiliar with the environment, Helang did not dare to act rashly, but thanks to the body of a three-year-old child, the environment and characters naturally have much lower requirements on his behavior. Even if he makes mistakes or behaves strangely, he will Included by adults.
"What's wrong with Lang Lang? Is your head uncomfortable?" Seeing that he didn't speak, and even showed a serious expression on his face, Song Qinglian asked worriedly.
Helang quietly raised his eyes to look at the woman with exquisite makeup. Hearing her concerned tone and nickname, he seemed to feel a little familiar. It turned out that his name hadn't changed much, and it still had the word Long.
And the woman seemed to love her very much, and her soft eyes seemed to be able to accommodate everything about him, and he gradually relaxed, pulling the corners of his mouth to raise a bright smile, just opening his mouth, still with an unusually tender voice, hey Ron coughed uncomfortably.
"Mother, I'm cured."
"Ah? Ah, okay." Song Qinglian paused for a moment before she came to her senses, and answered him a few times, thinking that this child might have watched too many costume dramas, why did she speak in a weird way like an ancient person, she turned She glanced at the servant next to her and said, "Don't show your baby so many TV shows in the future!"
The two servants looked at each other, confused, and finally nodded.
Now that he was safe and sound, he was soon taken home, familiarized himself with the place where he lived, and gradually learned more news.
In this world, his name is Jiang Langmin, and he is also the baby of the whole family. He has full parents and a huge family business. It can be said that he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, carefree.
Moreover, Jiang Langmin, who is only three years old, looks as cute as a rag doll, with a round face and a slightly pointed chin. His delicate facial features are small and exquisite because of his young age, like a little angel who has accidentally lost his way in the world. Even if he did a prank, no one would have the heart to blame him.
Being spoiled like this for the first time, his mentality gradually relaxed, because it seemed that no matter what strange behavior he did at this time, he would be regarded as a child's innocence. He still heard from the servants that he They call them naughty little devils.
For this role, he is very novel. In his previous life, his partner was very similar to such a character. Now that he has changed, he also has the opportunity to try to do whatever he wants.
In fact, who would not have a little yearning for a bohemian and carefree life? It's just because of the reality and various concerns around us that everyone will live as they need to adapt, walking on thin ice.
It was also in the following life that he discovered that he also had such a naughty side that he yearned for and suppressed for a long time, but this feeling was not bad. He began to adapt to life in this world, and tried to make himself innocent, Get close to this body of yours.
Whenever the servants serve him in the bath and serve him dishes, he will quietly watch and learn how to live in this world.
He found that this world is really strange, with extremely fast means of transportation, all kinds of very convenient tools, and small plates that can transmit sound for thousands of miles. Even the way of life and structure are different from his previous life. It's all different.
However, the servants who take care of his daily life will always find him strange, and they can't help talking about the strangeness in their spare time, "Young master must have broken his brain, right? He didn't say a word for a long time. Isn’t it cute? I just gave him a ball that he didn’t like, but he didn’t get angry, but took it and hugged it.”
Helang twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the toy-like things in the big box, and impatiently reached out his hand to ask them to bring them over, and then slammed the ball in his hand aside, showing disgust.
The servant immediately stopped chewing his tongue, picked up the ball, stepped forward to surround him, and handed him various toys, "Don't worry, little master—"
Helang made a fuss for a while before the servants found the familiar young master and kept serving him.
Helang took a sip of water, then deliberately splashed water on his neckline clumsily, asking someone to wipe him clean and change his clothes.
He wiped his sweat secretly, it turned out that being a child is so tiring.
There was a movement at the door. It turned out that Song Qinglian had just returned home. She took off her high heels, and the servants took off her coat and heavy jewelry. Then she walked to Helang, who was playing with toys, and told her that she would come soon. An older brother, play with him.
Helang showed great interest, and hurriedly continued to ask questions.
Song Qinglian lovingly touched the top of his furry head, but rolled her eyes, "It's not your father, he is full of kindness, asking for trouble, and adopting an old friend's son."
That is to say, this coming person will live under the same roof with him for a long time
With a thought in mind, Helang squeezed out a sweet smile, "Mother, what's his name?"
Song Qinglian was already used to the way the child spoke, so she didn't say much. Although she had a bad temper, she was always very patient with her child, "Well, let me think about it, what's the matter with Jiang, oh, Jiang Jingda, with The baby has the same surname, so your father is soft-hearted."
This name made the manual rolled up in Heron's pocket move, and Heron immediately realized what was happening, and shouted that he was sleepy and wanted to go back to his room to sleep, and his mother was not allowed to come in, and then he peeked at the manual under the covers A new name appeared on the Internet—Jiang Jingda.
The instructions in the manual are still concise, just give a name directly, and don't give too many hints about the others. Helang lowered his head, stroked the name carefully, and began to think about how to get along with this person.
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In the car seat, a child about seven or eight years old sat upright and did not dare to move a bit, his eyes were rigorous and lifeless that did not match his age.
Jiang Jingda twisted his body uneasily, and looked out the window at the exquisite greenery like a flipped comic book.
It has been a while since his parents passed away, so he was forced to come to an orphanage, but fortunately, his father's former friend decided to adopt him as an adopted son. Sitting in the car that came specially to pick him up, Jiang Jingda was lying on the window , waiting blankly for the future that belongs to him.
The car stopped slowly in front of a white villa, and the person in the front seat got out of the car and opened the door for him without saying a word.
He didn't pay attention either, he just got out of the car carefully, followed the steps of the people around him and walked into the place he might call home.
As soon as the heavy and luxurious door was opened, apart from the bright lights, there were also magnificent furnishings. What caught his attention most was a figure being chased by a servant.
"Young master, be careful!" A woman in an apron chased Heron who was skateboarding.
Jiang Jingda stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his body was stiff, and his gaze was involuntarily fixed on the child.
The broken hair in front of the child's forehead was half-wet and glued to his forehead. His eyes were not very curved, but curved. Such a smiling eye was like a bright galaxy, which was so bright that it attracted his gaze. The body exudes a strong vitality, and it is very lovable just by looking at it.
Maybe he was not familiar with skateboards, so he stumbled and wobbled, and Jiang Jingda's heart was slightly pulled, for fear that he would fall down.
Subconsciously, he took a step forward and opened his hands to hold him, but he didn't expect that this little angel-like child was really such a coincidence, skating straight towards him, and then bumped into him In his arms, he hugged him.
Soft, warm, and beautiful, this feeling has been conveyed to the bottom of his heart.
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