Traveling Through the Stars

Robbie: "..." The future interstellar humans have no experience.

"I made it myself. What you took is a small dustpan, not a basket." Luo Bi popularized knowledge to Thunder Flame Warrior, but also despised him for being stupid, snatched the small dustpan from Wu Cheng, and spread out a small soft blanket He patted it twice and was satisfied: "Look, does this look like a small bed?"

Luo Bi greeted Wu Shaozi: "Come on, lie down in the dustpan and see if it feels comfortable."

Wu Shaozi flew in and rolled excitedly, but couldn't get out no matter how he rolled, and there was a soft blanket, which was very comfortable. Wu Shaozi happily wants to cook again, this is his little bed, new.

There was a lack of a pillow, Robbie saw it, and threw a wicker ball into it: "Here, roll and play!"

Wu Shaoshao rolled the wicker ball in his arms, Orange Shaoshao looked amusing, hugged his own wicker ball and jumped into the small dustpan. Soon, the two spoons played together, one spoon and one ball, and played differently.

Wu Cheng's eyes were hot, and he circled around the small dustpan: "Play with me for a while!"

Orange Spoon couldn't hear at all, Wu Shaozi hesitated, and gave Wu Cheng a wicker ball. Orange Spoon stopped, snatched the wicker ball from Wu Cheng's hand, and stuffed the wicker ball into Wu Cheng's hand.

Wu Cheng was full of question marks: "What do you mean?!"

Luo Bi saw it clearly: "The one Wu Shaozi gave you just now is an orange spoon. He was worried about changing his ball, so he changed it back."

The corner of Wu Cheng's mouth twitched for this small-minded person: "Aren't the two balls the same?"

The orange spoon just played with his own, without raising his head, Robbie answered, "It's not the same, can the same orange spoon be exchanged? Whoever owns it, the orange spoon recognizes its own."

Wu Cheng didn't agree with this at all, he didn't see the difference at all, the same balls, the ones that Luo Bi just sent out, were all new. Play which is not playing, but also have to admit their faults.

Wu Shaozi was weak and tired after playing for a while, so he sat and watched Wu Cheng and Cheng Shaozi throwing balls.

The small dustpan has limited space, so it is impossible to play at all. Wu Cheng threw the ball to play, and Orange Spoon jumped up to catch it. One throws, one picks up, there is no technical content to play, but one by one is quite fun to play.

"You still have a way." Wu Shao showed gratitude to Luo Bi, and sighed softly: "Wu Shaozi can't run around during his recuperation, so as not to be restless in energy. Wu Cheng has played with it for several days with a small optical brain. You These little gadgets are just for Wu Shaozi to relieve his boredom."

The children's pictures are fresh, and they can play with a new one for a long time.

Feng Ling called Zhan Di and told him to come get the wicker ball: "Come over when you have time! Luo Bi and I won't go to your house." Zhan Di's wife has too many thoughts, Feng Ling doesn't want to see her , and I don't want Robbie to get in touch.

In less than ten minutes, Zhan Di arrived in a hover car, and Zhan Shaozi joined the game with the ball in hand.

Originally, the two spoons and the two balls were tight in the small dustpan, but once the spoons were added, they could not move at all, and almost spoons piled on top of spoons, and balls piled up on balls. Wu Cheng, a half-grown boy, stretched out his hands and legs, as if climbing into the small dustpan.

Just think about it, it's absolutely impossible.

"Change to a bigger one." Luo Bi looked happy, and drove the spoons out of the small dustpan, and replaced them with a medium-sized dustpan: "Wu Cheng, find a small blanket, or a small quilt, and put it in the dustpan."

Not to mention, the Wu family really has one. Wu Cheng didn't want to move the nest, so he asked Mrs. Wu to bring a small animal hair blanket to spread it on.

It's a little too big, and the spoons will do just fine.