The Anarchic Consort

In fact, the small bald head can run so fast, because she is going to pick up water in the morning in the temple every morning.

The sergeants felt that her fighting power was too strong, and she tied a circle of gravity iron to her child's leg.

Now the little bald head is down, and there is no restraint on the body. Of course, the speed is extraordinary.

Li Xiaobawang was screaming in the back: "Bai Zhuo, you said that don't go too far, you see your child is like someone who can't go too far."

"The child is moving." Bai Zhuan sent the letter to Li Xiaobawang. At the same time, he probably had a general understanding of his own younger brother. He had seen the children small, and the masters in those temples should not give it to them. The little man, now it seems, that he is too underestimating the method of the master.

In fact, Bai Zhun did not underestimate the old monk, but could not resist the small bald head and self-taught.

When children play, they are always noisy.

The head who passed by met, smiled and nodded: "When you see this group of children, you can think of when we are young, right?"

"My rabbit scorpion does not write homework!" This is the embarrassment of Li Xiaobawang.

The person next to me smiled: "Reassure, there is a white boy who is in charge."

"The same is a child, how the gap is so big." Li Xiaoba Wang, he said that he wants to cry when he talks about this matter, is it genetic variation?

Li Xiaoba is still squatting over there: "Mom, Wang Dazhuang! Don't pull your little Li's pants, left, climb to the left!"

"Li Hailou! You are rolling back to Laozi!"

In this way, the first day when Xiaoguangtou came to the military compound, Li Xiaoba was chased by him to run the courtyard, as the end point.

The little bald head is very comfortable to play, she has to exercise every day, not tossing and tossing, the strength of her body can not be used.

When Bai Zhun led the children home, it was almost six o'clock.

It’s time to eat again. This time, I don’t need a small bald head to say that Wang Hao has made a table of vegetarian dishes, what kinds of tomato beans, cold glutinous rice dumplings, stir-fried fungus, and fan doll dishes.

In the pot, the rice is smashed. Usually, Wang Hao used a small pot to give the young master a small pot. After seeing the small bald meal, he changed the cauldron decisively.

The little bald head was holding a hot white rice, and he ate it. He raised his small head from time to time and smiled at Bai Zhun.

For the small bald head, the happiest thing in the sky is that you can have white rice to eat!

Bai Zhun knows that the child's favorite is not the big girl, but the rice.

After discovering this, Master Bai Da immediately called the canteen of the compound and asked them to move all the rice that had been shipped from the northeast.

The premise of raising a child is to let her eat.

The little bald head did eat very well, and the stomach was bulging and moving around with a small stool.

She wants to brush the dishes herself, but Wang Hao said that nothing should be touched by the children.

The little bald head did not do anything, and began to move the stool.

Master Bai Da reached out and took the child and took her out for a walk.

The little bald head went slow this time, and it was very embarrassing for the little brother to take the white cat to walk in front of her.

When the old head of the meeting saw it, he asked: "Hey, what is this white boy? How is this dress?"

"My brother, just coming down from the mountain."

Bai Jun met everyone who said that the child is his family.

At this time, I went out for a walk and met the old people in the courtyard.

Bai Zhun’s move is undoubtedly the identity of a small bald head.

Master Bai has thought a lot since he was a child. Since he is a child of his own family, he must be mixed in the military and politics in the future. He has to cultivate the enthusiasm of cultivating children. At the very least, no one else can get into Xiao Ai.

Boys, it is to raise a little bit.

This is what his grandfather often said when he raised him. White Master thinks that this method should be applied to Xiao Ajiu.

The small bald head was originally soft and soft, and several old heads of old age met and hugged her.

"Amitabha." The little bald head smashed, and the small model shook his head: "Ajiu is too heavy, grandfathers can't move."

The adjutants who are next to them will not let the old heads hold them, like the children, and look at the old people.

I can't hold it, I have to pinch it.

Who knows that Bai Jiazi’s protection is so powerful that when they see them, they say: "Grandpa, it’s not too late, Ah Jia has to go back to wash his hands and sleep, wait until tomorrow morning, I will take her out again, and accompany the grandfathers to fight the military. fist."

"Go, go, it’s a little fox." The old heads liked the white boy, and there were grandchildren among them, but when they thought of their grandson, they ignited a fire.

Children, when they are younger, they are more sensible. When they grow up, they are getting farther and farther away from themselves...

After the little bald head returned to the villa, she let her little brother wash her hand, then arched the small body and took out her small parcel.

Inside are the scriptures and some swearing, and there are other messy things that are related to the Buddha.

The small bald head first opened the scriptures and seriously copied the scriptures on the wooden table.

This is what she has to do before going to bed every day. If she doesn't do it, the Buddha will blame her.

After copying the scriptures, the little bald head began to write a diary.

After the diary was written, it was mailed to a place regularly. Although the master did not say it, Xiaoguangtou knew that it must be her mother's brother. They didn't trust her and let her write in her daily life.

So since that day, Xiaoguangtou has written a diary that is particularly serious.

"Today, my little brother and I came to the city. The house in the city is big, and there is a gray plane. The little brother is very good to me, give me white rice to eat, and let people come to wrestle with me, even though those people The level is not very good, but I am still very happy. People under the mountain are not good communication, wuli Buddha said, time is omnipotent, I will let everyone slowly..." Little bald head wrote here, scratching himself Big head.

Bai Zheng, who had just finished his shower, was still looking at the back. Seeing the little guy stopped, he chuckled and asked, "What happened?"

"Little brother, jieshou, how to write the two words? A Jiu forget." Xiaoguangtou's brows are entangled into a group.

White's lips and lips are more intense, hold the little guy over and put it on his lap, then pass the white fingers and hold the hand of Xuan Ajiu. The beautiful two words appear clearly in the diary. The above: "Accept."

The little bald head looked at the handwriting that was obviously different from her own. She thought that she wrote too much like a dog. Why?

"My words don't look good." The little guy looked up and asked: "The word is not good, will you test the duck eggs?"

Bai Zhuan pinched her face and comforted: "No, the word is not good, it is generally hereditary."

"Really?"

"Ok."

I have to say that in some respects, the young master of the White Master will give the truth at once.

The little bald head finally finished writing the diary of today, and put the small book together, saying: "I am going to wash it."