The national school idol is a girl

The old monk was shocked when he heard this. He chanted Amitabha again and led Qin Mo into the Buddhist hall.

Turn to the tenth volume of the scripture.

The monk's robe floats, and the pen and ink are fragrant.

There was only one sentence left on the paper: "May the little tiger in pajamas have a peaceful and happy life."

Then, who kept an amulet properly and wore it closest to the heart.

Whether it is in the army, studying in a foreign country, or after completing studies, standing on the border to protect the country.

There was a man who always wore an amulet that did not suit his identity.

The day of the quarrel.

The two children didn't know what would happen.

Even the little tiger thought that she would come to Momo again after everything was settled.

Until after dark.

Her father took her to the tombstone, rubbed her hair with his fingers, and told her: "Nine, the best way to protect the most important person is to make others look like she is not that important."

"Otherwise, become stronger and don't leave any traces. You should know that for hackers living behind the computer, the exposure of traces and private life is fatal."

"The same goes for you, and so do the other hackers."

"You will be the young master from now on. I told you the rules of being a young master a long time ago."

"Protect those you need to protect, and use the keyboard in your hand to speak out for injustice."

Therefore, the little tiger has been enduring it.

I learned more things and made more powerful mini-games, which were not just for confession, but also mixed with viruses.

She even learned to write calligraphy by herself, read bedtime stories, roll up her sleeves and tie a scarf.

No more tiger pajamas.

Because there is no need to act cute anymore, and there is no need to follow anyone with a wagging tail.

Not everyone can give her a piece of candy when she's skinny.

No one would be afraid of her toothache and check the small pockets on her clothes.

The smell of being drowned in darkness.

Probably, when sleeping, she could only hold her small keyboard.

Bo Jiu is still sensible and understands the current situation better.

I endured it for one hundred and one days, three months.

Unable to bear it any longer, I took a car alone for the first time and ran to An's home.

Even though he knew he would get nothing, he still ran to the window.

nobody.

He must have returned home.

Bo Jiu was wearing a black T-shirt, and his demeanor seemed to have changed. His small figure seemed to blend with the darkness.

The old housekeeper looked on and couldn't bear it. He came over holding a black umbrella and said, "Young Master, go back."

The little figure lowered his head and said nothing.

The old housekeeper turned his head and gradually became silent.

Later, for a period of time, the young master would always pull him to tell him how good her little princess was to her, and she would stop from time to time.

The old housekeeper still remembered that the master picked up the young master and put it on his neck, letting her hold her hair while she was sleeping. She was wearing a black windbreaker. She looked like she was smiling, but it was more of something else: "Ellen "Some things, remembering them too clearly, are even more painful. Nine, she is still too young."

A casual remark.

But the old housekeeper understood what his master meant.

Slightly hypnotic.

There will always be people hiding some memories.

Wait until you meet that person.

Those memories will come back little by little.

When Mr. Bo leaned over, he kissed the little tiger on his forehead: "Nine, you must understand who you are."

Understand who you are.

Everything will come back again.

Have you ever thought about raising a child?

Bo Jiuyou wants to raise little Princess Qin.

There are also some in Qinmo who want to raise thin little tigers...