Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Imperceptibly, at the end of the year, Heron was not only familiar with the world, but also grew up in this world.

The New Year's Eve dinner at home is eaten in the hotel, and many people come, including relatives and friends.

In this scene, it will inevitably happen-

"Lang Lang, what song did you learn in the kindergarten?" Song Qinglian suddenly clicked on Herang's name and made him stand up.

"Little swallow," Heron answered truthfully.

Jiang Jingda turned to look at him, which meant that the meaning was unknown, but her eyes were slightly anticipating and teasing.

Heron looked up at him, wondering what he meant.

And Song Qinglian's next sentence was actually, "Come in front of me, sing one for my uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt!"

After speaking, I saw her beating with a smile on her face.

"Come, little swallow ~ wear flower dress ~"

Hearing the familiar melody, Heron stunned, looked at her in shock, and immediately hid behind Jiang Jingda, wondering unexpectedly that his mother wanted him to be ugly in public?

Jiang Jingda watched him look like he was fussed, and his corners of his mouth froze slightly, and he called up the courage to help him make a clearance.

Heron was very moved. God knew how difficult it would be for Jiang Jingda to speak in front of so many strangers. He just wanted to grow up quickly to avoid being tortured again.

Just when Heron was born ruthless, he managed to endure preschool.

At this time, they had started to write English and write before teaching, but just looked at the crooked characters around them, he shook his head and asked the teacher if he could write with a brush.

The teacher thought he was joking and stuck a pencil in his hand.

This is a strange grip for Heron, but Heron quickly learned how to use it, and soon wrote his name beautifully.

When Song Qinglian took Heron home, the teacher smiled and praised him as the best baby, saying that the words he wrote in writing class today look better than the teacher, like a little calligrapher.

The whole family boasted him for this, Jiang Jingda couldn't help but raise a little pride in his heart, squeezed his nose, "Can Langlang write?"

In fact, this is not worth the pleasure ... Heron nodded in a complicated mood, and then thought for a while, and told him, "Brother, I don't want to write a pencil, I want a writing brush."

Jiang Jingda didn't ask much, and immediately went to a stationery store to buy pen and ink.

Holding the familiar brush back again, the moment he applied the ink, he seemed to be back, and all the memories flowed from the tip to the brain.

He waved ink on rice paper while writing a book, the pen was full of ink, the flow was flowing, the straight and thick characters of the pen were very clear.

The passing maids were so surprised that Guatu jumped to the rice paper proudly and looked at it. Finally, using Heron's mobile phone, he took a video and posted it online.

After a while, Song Qinglian was interviewed by a group of local reporters and asked Herang to show his calligraphy, go to a local program, and give him a special prodigy interview.

Herron's thoughts became more and more wrong, and he immediately raised his ears, "Did you do something?"

Guatu's ears trembled and trembled, and he held his mobile phone in front of him.

The headline was a magnificent line of words: "Shocked! Five-year-olds wrote these ... surprising everyone!"

Heron frowned. "Why do I think the title is wrong."

"You don't understand the host, this is art, this is the trend." Guatu moved his beard.

"Really? How do I feel you're lying to me?"

Since then, Heron has begun to participate in various calligraphy competitions. Because he is too young and has repeatedly won, he soon became famous ... When he was in elementary school, everyone in the class knew him in advance. This parent's mouth is someone else's child.

The younger classmates are familiar with him without saying, even the senior seniors and sisters are very familiar with him, not only because of the name of the calligraphic genius, but also because he would brush up the presence in the seniors every day—

As if no one was there, Heron went directly into the senior classroom, squeezed out the girl surrounding Jiang Jingda and asked a question, sat beside him on a stool, asked nothing, and quietly supported his chin on the table to see him.

Jiang Jingda's temperament is steady, and he is also devoted enough to study hard. Even in the noisy environment after class, he can continue to read the book and do the questions, but when the child comes, sit quietly aside, also Without disturbing him, staring at the problem with himself, he felt like he couldn't calm down anymore.

Lang Lang couldn't understand the subject of their senior year. He was so cold and upset that his conscience was disturbed. Jiang Jingda was about to close the book, and Xiao Yang immediately came over at the same table. He was quite interested in Heron. , And find our class again? "

Every time I saw this young boy with a pink and jade look coming to his brother, Xiao Yang felt itchy and immediately reached out to pinch his tender cheek.

Heron moved his face slightly, and he continued to reach out and tease him until Jiang Jingda came out and slapped his hand silently.

Xiao Yang touched his red-hot hand and didn't dare to say anything, so he sighed and murmured enviously, "Well, it really is a child, too sticky."

Heron glanced at him and stopped paying attention. In fact, he didn't have to ask to come to Jiang Jingda, but he insisted that he should report to the upper grades on time every day after class. Or come to him without stationery.

Seeing that it was two minutes before class, Heron immediately said, "Brother, after school you remember to wait for me at the school gate."

"You can go home with your friends." Jiang Jingda started, because he felt that his younger brother seemed to get along with his classmates not very well, and the relationship between the couples who went home in general would gradually get along. During the time he lived in the orphanage, he had to deal with many people. He knew the importance of communication.

He felt that his brother might be inseparable because of his young age.

Although he did not exclude the feeling of being stuck by his brother, he could even say that he felt at ease and joy, but for his younger brother, Jiang Jingda advised him so.

Regardless of intelligence or quality, Heron ’s excellence in calligraphy has distanced everyone from the beginning. Teachers ’praise is common, not to mention that he does n’t love people in his class, which is unavoidable. The feeling of being close to the Qing Gao, the poor students all criticized him.

Heron ignored this choice. To be honest, he could not play with these children, and he didn't need to force it. It was not good for him.

At this time, he might as well keep Jiang Jingda. Every time he comes to the classroom, he can see a group of girls asking questions around him. He is not disgusted. He just feels that his target should not waste time on these girls.

The reason for him to follow closely is also because the subject's heart wall is very high. From the first day he met him, it can be said that he has always shown his friendship to him, but it has been so long before he Revealed something different to him.

Perhaps he was in a hurry, but he knew that he wanted more than that. He wanted total trust.

"Those people don't like me, I don't want to go home with them. I only like my brother, I just want to go home with my brother." Heron lowered his head, his tone was unhappy, and the original tender voice was soft and distressing. .

Jiang Jingda immediately wiped out the idea of ​​just wanting his brother to get along with others. A strong idea to protect the child in front of him sprang up.

He couldn't bear to be wronged, and didn't feel that his brother needed to take the initiative to make friends with him to be happy.

Jiang Jingda thought that as long as he followed himself, he was well protected in his arms, and his brother would be the most carefree little prince.

The first time someone said to him with innocence that he only liked his brother, but also the first time that he trusted him with such a heavy and precious value that he would never let it down and never give up again. other's.

This idea made everything start to be different, as if he was getting rid of it, Jiang Jingda found how happy he was with the love and dependence of the child on him, which made him feel like a drink.

Heron smiled, seeing the ups and downs of emotions in Jiang Jingda's eyes. He immediately shook his hand and discussed: "Brother, I don't want the driver at home to pick up and drop off, shall we two go by bike?"

Children of their age usually go to school on their own bikes. The scenery along the way and the cool wind across the cheeks can't be experienced in a pickup car. Heron sees others like this and is eager to try. I have no chance at all.

Jiang Jingda nodded naturally because of him.

The maid prepared a brand-new bicycle the next day, and Heron stepped on the wheel with great interest, and found that he would not. He left the heavy task to Jiang Jingda and sat in the back seat of the car.

Jiang Jingda had no complaints, but his younger brother hugged too tightly, making him very unaccustomed, and even stiffening his limbs a lot.

Because he had never been in a car like this, Heron was indeed a little upset. His hands were tightly wrapped around Jiang Jingda's waist, and his face was attached to his back. Such an intimate distance allowed his body temperature to pass from Jiang Jingda's back to In his heart.

Jiang Jingda was originally sensitive and slender, and his face was not affected, but his ears were red enough to drip blood. He grabbed the handlebar tighter and took a deep breath before he dared to hold him so tightly.

Heron noticed his discomfort, but frowned, smiling, and said, "No! What should I do if I fall? Brother, do you bear?"

He was silent immediately. If his brother fell down, he wouldn't say what he was distressed about, and his adoptive mother would never let him go. Jiang Jingda sighed, and simply kept silent, and let him hug him all the way back home.

Jiang Jingda thought that he might know that Lang Lang was intentional, but he still felt that he was a purely naive child. He likes Langlang, he is willing to be eaten by him.

The author has something to say: I can answer the two questions. I ’m attacking the clean party, but taking into account the feelings of the double clean party, I try not to let the recipient and the people other than the small attackers contact too much.

There is the ending, I do n’t know if it ’s one-on-one or what (np is forbidden, ca n’t write). This book was going to write eight worlds, so I want to write eight endings. It ’s a point of attack. Everyone likes to see what they like, just be happy. The URL has been changed, the URL has been changed, the URL has been changed, everyone recollects the new URL, the new m .. the new computer version .., everyone opens it at the new URL after the collection, the old URL will not open in the future,