At the foot of Tibetan Mountain, in front of the cabin.
When Uncle Gui demonstrated for the thirtieth time, Lin Chan had realized something.
She tried to wave the [Partridge Sky] in her hand, and it looked good.
Uncle Gui turned around slowly, seeing that Lin Chan had also entered, he nodded in satisfaction, and wrote two words on the ground: "Ten days."
The meaning is to let them go back to the back mountain to practice first, and then get familiar with it. After ten days, they will come to learn the second trick - [stab].
Seeing the dumb old man put away his crutches, Lin Chan immediately understood: "It turns out that Master has already learned it."
Otherwise, Uncle Gui should continue to demonstrate.
"Master is really amazing." She thought in her heart.
Lu Xun raised his right hand, rubbed Xiao Chan'er's head lightly, and said, "Not bad, not bad, I learned quickly."
Lin Chan blushed when he praised her.
"Obviously Master learns faster." She said in her heart.
It's just that at this time, knowing that Lu Xun had already started, he praised Lin Chan in advance, expressing his satisfaction with her study progress, so Lin Chan would not have the idea that she was delaying Lu Xun's progress, so he would not There will be self-blame and no undue sense of urgency.
"Uncle Gui, Xiao Chan'er and I will go back first, and I will come to you in ten days." Lu Xun said with a smile.
The dumb old man nodded slowly in response.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chan first saluted and bid farewell to Uncle Gui, then trotted to the wooden table in front of the wooden house, picked up the dishes and put them all in her own small bamboo basket.
Lin Chan lowered her head to tidy up, the morning sun fell on her body, she raised her right hand, and flicked a strand of black hair behind her ear.
The corners of her little ears are still a little red, and every time she blushes, she always blush her little ears first. The blush dissipated quickly on the face, but more slowly on the ears.
Lu Xun looked over from this angle, looked at Lin Chan who was bending slightly, looked at her curvaceous figure, and said with emotion in his heart:
"It's a big girl."
In a few days, Lin Chan will be 18 years old.
When I picked it up, she was still a skinny girl with slightly yellow hair and an unhealthy pale face.
Now it is slim and tall, just standing there can attract everyone's attention.
Transformation like a cocoon!
"And all of this, I, Lu Xun, are the biggest contributors!"
He was so happy that he felt like an old farmer had a good harvest.
Ah~ This is the pleasure of cultivation.
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On the way back, Lu Xun was still driving the paper crane.
In his storage ring, there is also [Inheritance of the Sword] obtained from Dida of the Boundary Monument.
He was going to wait until Lin Chan's birthday and give it to her as a gift.
Life needs a sense of ritual!
On the paper crane, Lin Chan sat beside Lu Xun, lowered her head, and would draw a few times on the small bamboo basket with her fingers from time to time.
Many girls would make small habitual movements with their hands when they had nothing to do, and Lin Chan did the same.
Lu Xun turned his head and took a look. Looking sideways from his angle, he felt that the little cicada with slightly lowered eyelids had really long eyelashes.
"My little cicada is really getting more and more beautiful." He sighed like an old father.
He often said this sentence in his heart, but it was the first time that he said it so bluntly and so suddenly.
Lin Chan, who had lowered her head, immediately raised her head when she heard it. After glancing at his master, like a deer in the forest, he tried his best to dodge his eyes and lowered his head again.
It's just those small ears, why are they so red
Lu Xun wondered if he should reach out and touch it to see if it was hot
After flying back to the back mountain, Lin Chan trotted away from Lu Xun, and ran into the kitchen with her exclusive small bamboo basket.
Lu Xun smiled slightly, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.
On the contrary, after complimenting Lin Chan for her beauty for the first time, Lu Xun suddenly realized that he should have praised her long ago.
Because he knew very well that Xiao Chan'er was not a particularly confident girl.
Just imagine, she used to be weak, a sick child, a medicine jar.
But fortunately, her grandfather is a kind and gentle person, and he never complained in front of Lin Chan how troublesome and expensive she was.
In fact, this is a rare thing.
Because in many cases, even if the family members are really doing their best, sometimes they can't help but say a few words.
And because of her poor physique, she was thin and short, and her skin was unhealthy white.
As for the complexion and spirit of the whole person, it is even worse.
Because many times, she will be plagued by "strange diseases" at night, which will lead to poor sleep, and there will be obvious eye circles on her face.
In her own mind, she has never seen anyone of her age look like her.
It is nature for girls to love beauty when they get a little older.
In fact, her grandfather was also trying his best to take care of this. On Lin Chan's twelfth birthday, he used his wages to buy the most expensive and best rouge in the city.
Lin Chan wiped it secretly at night. After wiping, she looked at herself in the mirror and wept silently.
It's so ugly.
So ugly.
The red rouge highlighted the paleness of her face more and more.
When she was helping in the restaurant, she also heard some customers talking behind her back, making fun of her with her friends, saying: "What the hell is this? If my daughter looks like this, let alone accepting the dowry, how much dowry should be prepared before there will be a man?" Yes?"
Wang Pan, who was still the waiter in the shop at that time, spit into the tea silently when he heard it, stirred it evenly, and handed it to the middle-aged customer with a smile.
Naturally, Lu Xun didn't know about these past events.
But he can vaguely see that although Xiao Chan'er is constantly changing, she is still beautiful without knowing it.
To be precise, due to the extreme low self-esteem in appearance, she is really getting more and more beautiful now, and she still doesn't feel confident enough.
Lu Xun looked at the back of her running away, and for some reason, felt a little guilty in his heart.
"It turns out that I am not a particularly competent master. I should have acted earlier."
After all, he was the one who raised his younger sister, so he knew some little sensitivities in the girl's heart.
"It's okay, it's not too late now." Lu Xun thought in his heart.
After thinking about this, Lu Xun walked to the big wicker chair, gently tugged the little black cat's ears, and said, "Fourth Senior Sister, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
The little black cat raised its paw and grabbed Lu Xun's big hand. Its fleshy little paw wrote in the palm: "Braised pork!"
"All right, all right, I'll do it for you." Lu Xun said with a smile.
After finishing speaking, he said with an experimental attitude: "Tsk tsk tsk, Fourth Senior Sister, your cat fur is really soft and shiny!"
Maonanbei listened to his praise, raised his little head, and meowed, as if to say: "That's up to you?"
Hearing the same praise, this is the difference between different people...
Lu Xun nodded secretly and said nothing.
He also understands that this kind of thing needs to flow slowly and slowly, and can't use too much force.
What's more, my little cicada is so beautiful, okay
Speechless, I saw the princess even though I was not in Disney!
Maonanbei looked at the distracted little brother, and was confused: "Why did he still show a thoughtful expression after complimenting me!"
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A day passed like this. At night, Lu Xun opened the character panel to look, and found that the progress bar of [Contribution Point Mall] had finally reached 98.3%!
It's about to start!
The dog game is too slow to update.
He pretended to go back to the house to practice, but actually went to wait for the opening of the mall.
As the night gradually deepened, the magical fireflies on the back mountain began to haunt the mountains again, flying freely in groups.
When it was time for daily practice, Lin Chan returned to her room.
Before practicing, she also sat in front of the table and looked at the bronze mirror on the table.
Looking at it, she was a little lost in thought.
I don't know what came to mind suddenly, but her little ears that were prone to redness began to burn again.
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