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

Xinbao fell asleep for more than half an hour.

Then she suddenly burst into tears in her dream, crying, "Dear you! Hurry up, dear..."

She woke herself up, turned over suddenly, and almost fell off the bed.

Yan Shenjue flew over to catch it, and the books fell to the ground. He hugged her anxiously and coaxed her inexperiencedly: "Xinbao is not afraid, is it a nightmare?"

Xinbao's eyes were wide open, and he became sober all of a sudden, and said, "Damn it!"

Yan Shenjue said patiently: "Second brother went to the county seat, and he won't be back until tomorrow..."

In the middle of speaking, he saw the small expression of Tuanzi's collapse, and was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xinbao was in a hurry, she broke away from his embrace, clenched her small fists, and hurriedly circled around on the couch like a headless fly, "What to do if the second one is not swollen... What to do if it is swollen..."

Yan Chenjue was a little panicked, and hugged her again: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, is it a nightmare? Don't be afraid of Xinbao, Xinbao is here..." He was extremely worried, bit his lips, and added embarrassingly: " My wife is here. Don't be afraid, Xinbao."

But Xinbao was really dying of anxiety.

She didn't know what the words were this time, but she was inexplicably urgent!

She caught a glimpse of the book that had fallen on the floor, and after a moment of movement, she was about to pounce subconsciously.

Yan Shen said anxiously: "Xinbao!!"

Xinbao was also anxious: "I want a book!"

He said: "You don't know what you want the book for!"

Yes, she does not know!

She didn't know the word, and couldn't find it!

She can't fly either, she can't fly to her second brother.

Her mind was about to shut down, and she couldn't think of a second idea. In desperation, she grabbed his hand and drew a word on his hand: "What word is this?"

Yan Shenjue was taken aback: "You, are you writing?"

Xinbao tugged at his hand anxiously: "What's the word!?"

"I'm sorry, Xinbao," the little boy was about to cry, his face was covered with sweat, and the end of the towel was stuck to his face.

But then he took a long breath, forced himself to calm down, quickly put Xiaotuanzi on the table, took a pen to dip in the tea, and said, "You write."

Xinbao couldn't hold the brush well, so he simply dropped the brush, dipped his finger in water, and wrote a word on the table.

Yan Shen said, "Tang?"

She actually wrote a word? ?

He felt that he might have accidentally touched their great secret.

He looked at her little finger without blinking, and wrote down the words so clumsily: "Liu, Lang, er, feet?? Xinbao, what the hell is this?"

Xinbao was in a hurry, tears fell down, and she cried, "Don't ask me! Xinbao hasn't compiled it yet! Xinbao has no time to compose it!"

Yan Shenjue: "..."

His hand was running down Tuanzi's back, and Xinbao dipped his own tears nearby, crying and continuing to write.

"Tang Liulang's feet are entangled in water plants..."

The two looked up almost at the same time.

Then Yan Chenjue picked up Xinbao in his arms, and jumped towards the river as if flying.

In such an urgent moment, Xinbao, inexplicably, actually felt quite peaceful in his heart.

She didn't even stop crying, her eyes were wide open, watching the flowers, plants and trees flying by in front of her, so fast that she couldn't see clearly at all.

Then he stopped abruptly.

Yan Chenjue was already standing on the shore.

Not far away, there was also the laughter of Yuan Yaochu and Little Fifth Brother.

But in front of him, Little Six's head was half in the water, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, his clothes were swaying slowly under the water, his whole body showed a strange calm, motionless.

This picture, in fact, only lasted for a moment, but it was frozen in her mind.

She never knew that the drowning person was so peaceful.

The next moment, he put her on the shore, Xinbao couldn't stand upright, and sat down on the ground.

She saw a pale blue figure, like a bird, flitting past, and the whole person swiped in the water... It seemed that it was just a bird flapping its wings...

He cut off the aquatic plants below his head with a sword, dragged Xiao Liu into his arms, lightly tapped his toes on the water, and swirled back to the shore.

Then he quickly turned Little Sixth Brother over, supported him with his small palm, and gave him a light blow on the back.

Brother Little Six choked out a mouthful of water, then spit out some water, crying while vomiting.

Yan Shenjue heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced at Xinbao.

Xinbao was still dumbfounded.

Just now, this scene was like a slow motion, replayed in her mind over and over again, and she didn't know how many times she replayed it, before she suddenly understood... Brother Liu is fine, he rescued him.

Almost, almost too late!

Xinbao burst into tears.

Yan Shenjue hugged her and comforted her softly.

Yuan Yao heard the voice and came over: "Why are you here?"

He picked up Little Sixth Brother, "Don't you have to take a bath? Why are you crying?"

Brother Little Six didn't care about being a man anymore, he cried: "I'm afraid, the water ghost will catch me..."

Yuan Yaochu was taken aback for a moment, only then did he see that some water plants were still entangled on his ankles, leaving faint circles of red marks, which were obviously entangled by water plants, and immediately stuttered in shock: "You, you Are you okay?"

Yan Chenjue hugged Xiaotuanzi and gave him a cold look.

Yuan Yaochu said anxiously: "He insisted on taking a bath, I was afraid he would freeze when he came out, so I picked up branches to make a fire for him, and just turned around..."

Yan Chen absolutely didn't want to listen too much, so he left with his heart in his arms, faster and faster, flying up the mountain all the way.

Xinbao was still crying, but gradually stopped crying.

This fear and sadness are like a mass of wet mist, which was originally squeezed into her small chest, making her extremely uncomfortable... But now, it seems that the wind passing by her is blowing away bit by bit. Dots, traces, slowly blown away.

She hiccupped: "wife."

He hummed, stretched out his small hand, and gently stroked the back of her head.

She said again: "My wife."

He hummed again, and stopped slowly, still supporting her with one hand and her head with the other, and looked at her expression.

Her eyes were wide open, her small face was clean, well, tears and snot were all on his clothes.

Just a few feet away, the younger brother's face became more beautiful and delicate, his peach blossom eyes that should have been twinkling, but they were as calm as ice and jade.

Xinbao was a little happy, and reached out to touch his face: "My wife, you are so pretty."

Yan Shenjue: "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry.

Before he could figure out how to comfort her, she almost forgot about it.

Yan Shenjue said warmly: "Xinbao, that word..."

"Yes, word!!" Xinbao blinked, at this moment, the stone in her mind had disappeared, but she was afraid of what would happen later, so she immediately went to hold his hand.

He sat down by the side of the road and asked her to draw out the words one by one in his hand.

Looking at the whole sentence, this disaster is over.

However, it turns out that this little dumpling's fortune is not illusory, but... something that can be seen and grasped?

Yan Shenjue pondered for a while, and said to her: "Xinbao, I will not tell anyone about this matter, nor will I tell the Yuan family... I accidentally learned Xinbao's secret, so I also told Xinbao My secret, okay?"