Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang

Xinbao acted coquettishly and foolishly before, because the real hardware was limited and she couldn't do it, but her attitude towards learning has always been very correct.

So she nodded, striding forward with her short legs.

Yan Shenjue asked: "Can the steps be bigger?"

Xinbao got a little bigger, Yan Shenjue said: "Can it be a little bigger?"

Xinbao got a little bigger, he said: "Okay, don't need to get any bigger, just walk with the same big steps as the second time, come on, Xinbao, be good, walk towards me, every step should be this big, the speed Be quick."

Xinbao then strenuously walked towards him.

Yan Chenjue didn't have to look back, he just faced her, walking with his back behind his back, looking a bit leisurely.

A good-looking person is good-looking in everything, even if he is young, but looking like this, he looks very graceful. The scarf of the carefree scarf flutters in the wind, and against his black hair and jade face, it is as if he just walked out of the painting.

Xinbao likes it, eyes crooked, heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy chasing after him.

But for a small broken car, it is quite tiring to do nothing but walk in such a big stride.

Xinbao persisted for a while, and then involuntarily slowed down, Yan Shenjue said: "You can't slow down! You have to go faster! Yes, you can't slow down... Xinbao, you must always be so fast."

At this moment, the unusually beautiful young boy and her black-skinned military training instructor in college overlapped for a strange moment...

Xinbao clenched her fists and tried hard to persevere.

Someone not far away saw it and started pointing. An aunt came over and asked, "Xinbao, what are you looking at?"

Xinbao had already begun to pant, panting, "Xinbao, learn, learn Kung Fu."

"Ah?!" Auntie exclaimed, "Little girl, what kind of kung fu are you learning? Do your parents know? Will your parents let you?"

Xinbao was about to speak, but Yan Chenjue had already stopped laughing, and scolded in a cold voice: "Xinbao, don't talk, don't talk to irrelevant people!"

Xinbao gave a dumbfounded oh, stopped talking, and continued striding forward with her short legs.

The aunt was very disapproving, she rolled her eyes, but she didn't dare to hate Yan Yan Shen Jue.

The people in the distance didn't know what they were talking about, and when they saw someone there, they gathered around and asked, "Yan Xiaolang, is this playing with Xinbao?"

Yan Chenjue ignored it, the aunt said in a loud voice: "It is said to teach Xinbao kung fu!"

"What? Learn Kung Fu? How old is Yan Xiaolang, what kind of Kung Fu can he teach!"

"Oh, what kind of kung fu do girls learn at home!"

"That's right, it's ugly enough!"

"Xinbao, listen to your aunt, don't learn it, I'll take you to see your aunt."

Yan Chenjue finally got bored.

He flexed his fingers and let out a long whistle, and after a while, a man who looked like a servant flew over and saluted, "Master?"

Yan Chenjue pointed blankly: "You guard here and don't allow anyone to come near. If there is such a person who has nothing to do, ask which family they are from, and from then on, no one from their family is allowed to go up the mountain. The same goes for children. .”

The boy replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

Several people's expressions changed, they turned around and left without saying a word.

The little servant was standing by and warned anyone who passed by.

Within half an hour, everyone in the village knew about it.

Yan Xiaolang, don't mess with him.

Even if the words behind the back are "people in the city look down on people" and "it's too domineering", but in terms of actions, they are real and honest...

No one dares to do it again.

It's like this in the countryside, gossip is gossip, and enthusiasm is enthusiasm, and a bunch of people will surround a child and say something in a hurry.

When meeting someone with a good temper like Yuan Er, it's fun to blend in, and it's easy to do things if you want to do things... But it's really annoying to meet someone like Yan Chenjue who doesn't like it.

Anyway, this way, it is very quiet.

After running for about ten minutes, Xinbao was exhausted.

After she came here, she really didn't need to bring her legs when she went out. Parents and elder brothers took turns to hug her, and she was picked up after walking a few steps. She was a broken car and didn't exercise.

If she was walking normally, she might still be able to persist in walking for half an hour, but this kind of striding and high-speed walking was really too difficult for her.

Tuanzi's hair was soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat were also covered on his small face, but he still clenched his fists and walked hard.

Even Yan Shenjue was a little surprised.

He thought that Tuanzi would act coquettishly if she couldn't run a few steps, but she didn't expect that she was still persisting until now.

He couldn't bear to look at it any longer, and couldn't help comforting him softly: "Xinbao persists for a while, Xinbao is so good, Xinbao is really powerful, Xinbao persists for a little longer..."

Fat Tuanzi persevered.

But the speed still slowed down, and the steps became smaller and smaller, and then the legs were weak and lifeless, the dumpling tripped and tripped, Yan Chenjue quickly jumped over, took the little sweatbag in his arms, and washed the whole thing with water The same, all of a sudden wet his clothes.

Yan Chenjue calmed her down gently, and kept praising her: "Xinbao is awesome, Xinbao is really powerful, I have persisted for so long, Xinbao is awesome!"

His words of praise were lacklustre, and he repeated them back and forth, just a few words.

Xinbao was so tired that he didn't have the energy to respond at all.

Yan Chenjue carried her all the way home. The second elder brother was waiting at the door and said, "Tired? Are you still practicing?"

He glanced at his sister.

Tuanzi lay paralyzed on Yan Chenjue's shoulders, his little face flushed, his little arms hanging down, motionless, even his huge eyelashes were drenched with sweat, just like a bird drenched in rain. puppy dog.

But the second elder brother's heart ached so badly, he stroked her little head back and forth: "It's so tiring, Xinbao is only so big..."

He kissed her sweaty forehead: "Xinbaoer."

He was so full of words that he couldn't speak, he paused, and said again: "Xinbaoer, brother's obedient Xinbaoer, alas!"

Fat Tuanzi finally caught his breath, grabbed something casually, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and said in a sticky voice, "Yes, Xinbao is fine."

Yan Chenjue tilted his head when being pulled, silently turned his head, and glanced at her.

Not to mention, the Xiaoyao Towel has a long tail, and she used it quite smoothly, as she said, she wiped it again: "Xinbao must persevere."

"Yeah," Yan Xiaolang said, "Xinbao is really good, what Xinbao said is right, you have to persevere."

He said, patted her on the back, and put her down again: "Come on, Xinbao, walk again until you can't walk anymore."

Second brother: "..."

Xinbao stared at him with wide eyes, her small mouth shrunk.

Although intellectually she knew that he was doing it for his own good, but...it was really tiring!

With tears in her eyes, she said, "Xinbao, Xinbao is just coaxing, how can you trust what a child says?"

"I believe it." Yan Xiaolang turned his face away from her: "I believe in Bao, I think Xinbao can do it."