Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Speaking of this, Heron was the first time to come into contact with such things as skateboarding, but the servant said that he used to love this before, and then he tried to stand up, but then moved his feet as they said, and stroked backward , But did not expect such a slip will not stop.

Fortunately, the living room in the home is very large, allowing him to glide for a long distance, his body moves quickly, the wind brushes his cheeks, and his body dangles without mastering the balance. He couldn't help laughing.

Noting the gaze at the door, Heron was a little surprised, and wanted to stop, but the wheel with more power led him into the arms of this stranger,

He is still young, but already has the appearance of a teenager. In his imagination, his thin and thin chest is sturdy by accident. He was struck by his strength, and he could still hold him firmly, which seemed very reliable.

Perhaps the physical child's mind affects him too thoroughly, and he even wants to nestle in this embrace.

Heron had been waiting for him to let go, but he found that the person in front of him was inadequate, and hugged him, as if stunned, and did not understand words.

Heron slowly raised his head and poked at the man who seemed like a stake, doubtfully.

Jiang Jingda took his little hand to poke himself, blinked, and somehow he seemed to have forgotten how to let go. The eyes are full of children's shadows, exquisitely cute, clean and beautiful, completely different from the children he had seen in the orphanage during the period, making him want to look more for a while.

The newcomer stared at this meaningless glance, Heron narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you and why do you look at me like that?"

Although he probably already had the answer in his heart, he still wanted to confirm it again and listen to him speak, but he seemed to ask too fast ... He didn't change the way he spoke.

Heron was gradually accustomed to this world, but it was not easy to change the way he spoke for many years. People in this family only thought that he had watched costume dramas, and no one blame him, or asked him to correct it. Come here, he will just do whatever he wants, but does the person in front of him feel strange? It's like those people met him for the first time.

After hearing the child's speech, Jiang Jingda immediately retracted his eyes and lowered his eyes, trying to cover his emotions with long eyelashes, but he couldn't help feeling the way he spoke for him.

Heron keenly captured the small fluctuations in his mood, pouting pretendingly unhappy, and asking if he was laughing at him secretly.

Jiang Jingda's calm eyes crossed a trace of confusion. He heard that the child had a bad temper. He was afraid he would make him angry, so he ignored him and immediately shook his head.

"Little Master, this is your new brother, Jiang Jingda mentioned by his wife." The servant was afraid that their young Master would be moody and would bully Jiang Jingda, who looked honest, and went up to introduce him.

"Jiang Jingda? Brother?" Heron nodded, thinking with satisfaction that he had learned new words again, so he called a few times happily.

Jiang Jingda breathed a sigh of relief, and the child was finally not angry, but he did not expect that he would call him brother so cutely, and this title was like a fluttering feather, wading in the air for a while, and then Lightly fell on his heart, suddenly heavy.

This is his younger brother, and he is his older brother.

"Little Master, wipe the sweat first." Aunt Hui, who was taking care of him, ran after him panting, holding the towel on her hand to wipe the child's sweat.

Heron naturally accepted her identity, raised her face and wiped her sweat off her face, pretending to be enthusiastic, tangling Jiang Jingda, and calling him with a childish voice.

"Brother, my name is Jiang Langyu."

Jiang Jingda nodded, calmly, but still couldn't help secretly looking up at Jiang Langyan who smiled brightly.

The child saw Jiang Jingda not to speak and was not discouraged. "Brother, I'll take you to my room."

Heron took Jiang Jingda's hand and pulled him into the room. Aunt Hui looked at the back of the two children hand in hand, and happily went to the kitchen to continue her work.

Jiang Jingda didn't expect that he would be so enthusiastic about himself, and in horror, his eyes were on Heron's little soft hands. He clenched his fingers tightly because the distance was so close that he sniffed deeply , Can still feel if he still has the faint milk fragrance.

Heron pushed Jiang Jingda into his room and opened the toy box.

After the death of his parents, he has never seen these glamorous toys again. During the period of staying in the orphanage, he thought day and night, and also wept, resent, and grew up overnight. I am not qualified at this time to get what I want.

Long before he came, he warned himself to be calm, well-behaved, and don't make trouble for adoptive parents. He also planned to keep quiet, but in front of the children, he couldn't maintain calm.

Whether it's his smiling face or his active approach, it will always make him want and approach, and play with him like a normal child.

When he was young, his relationship was simple and pure. He wanted to buy him directly with toys, but Jiang Jingda was so calm, he did n’t want anything, and he did n’t want to get into the oil and salt. A glance.

So he immediately stomped his feet and took it off the cabinet with a bright smile, and handed it to him, "Hey, if you like it, I will give it to you."

Jiang Jingda heard it for a while, but he also knew that he was going to give it to himself. He suddenly stepped back a few steps, slowly shook his head, and said hardly, "You can't ask for something from your brother."

He Lang frowned a little, Jiang Jingda thought he was angry, and his heart frowned with his expression.

In the end he shoved the model into his hand and said softly, "I'm the brother of my brother, so my stuff is all from my brother."

This reason ... this sentence ... seemed to make Jiang Jingda's heart crack like a cobweb, and then it turned into a dart, hitting the target, hitting his heart in one fell swoop. Jiang Jingda hugged the model in his arms and said thank you in a low voice, but his eyes were slightly reddish. It was not like a gift, but rather he was bullied.

Seeing that Jiang Jingda did not dance with joy, but looked down while crying, Heron wondered that the objects of this world had improved their psychological qualities after experiencing pain that ordinary children could not bear in a short period of time. Good, but in fact he just looks calm, and his heart is still very sensitive and slender at this moment.

While Jiang Jingda is now guarding herself slightly, Heron feels that he should turn himself into an important person in his heart, otherwise, under the same roof, he does not have half the self-protection ability. If Jiang Jingda had his brother Emotions like disgust, he will then have difficulty balancing.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Jingda's eyes had a slight water light, gritted his teeth without making a sound, Heron pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his neckline and wiped his tears. .

"It's really a crybaby." Aunt Hui once said so, so he used the word aptly on him at this time.

Jiang Jingda immediately wiped the remaining water marks on the corners of his eyes with his back, and stared firmly at him, "I won't do it again."

Heron nodded, smiling.

Jiang Jingda was eight years old at this time, just in third grade.

Herron, too, had reached the age of kindergarten.

He didn't know what kind of kindergarten was. Song Qinglian explained to him that this is the place where children learn, fearing that he would not accept it, and told him that everyone would go there, otherwise he would not grow up.

Herron readily accepted it, and was very much looking forward to it. It turned out that people in this world attached so much importance to learning that every three-year-old child in every household began to read.

But after actually starting school, Heron couldn't help but startled. His mother told him to go to school. Why did he come here to see these children dancing every day and dancing to strange music?

When the loud music sounded, the whole class was only a child of Heron with no movement, and even held his hand to stare at the people around him, his mood was complicated.

The teacher enlightened him with a bright smile, held his two small hands to teach him to dance, Heron was still unmoved, shook his head and said he did not want to move.

The teacher reluctantly wiped the sweat from the forehead. No wonder the parents of the child especially explained that her child might have a headache when she first came to the kindergarten. However, the child's status is dignified and she is not good enough. Head, then went to sing and dance with other children.

"Three laps left, three laps right, twisted neck ~ fart twisted ~"

"One more time! Neck twist ~ Fart twist ~"

The cheerful music was endless, and Heron thought he hated kindergarten.

In the storytelling class, Heron finally got a little interested. When the teacher saw that the young master was interested in the story, he immediately asked him to show on the stage to tell a story. Heron nodded slightly, and wanted to tell an idiom story promoted by Miao.

Looking at the round eyes under the stage, Heron cleared his throat, and he said with confidence: "Song people have Min Qimiao who is not long and embarrassed. To Tongyu to help Miao Changyi! 'The son tends to look at it, Miao is crippled. The world does not help Miao and the elder widows. Those who think that they do not benefit, also do not work for Miao; The seedlings are also useless, and harmless ... "

There was silence in the audience, and the teacher's smile was stiff, "Hehehe, the child Jiang Langyu spoke very well! Dear grandma! The children applaud him!"

The children laughed abruptly, and some of them were ignorantly hungry or had to pee.

Heron wrinkled his face and returned to his seat, thinking that he was an adult man, so he wouldn't care about some children who weren't dying.

When he returned home, he was pardoned, but Song Qinglian kept asking him, "Have you made any good friends?"

Heron recalled the children in the kindergarten slobbering and snot hanging, shaking their heads resolutely.

"Does that baby like kindergarten?" Song Qinglian looked at him nervously.

Herron answered with certainty, "No! Hi! Happy!"

The author has something to say: Because changing the world, the personality will change, maybe a bit ooc, but an environment has a great influence on the personality of the person, and then the original body will also affect the protagonist. In order to fit the original body as much as possible, Make your own behavior adjustment, think so [forced explanation]

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