Zuo Junmo and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, both of them showing expressions of surprise.

Then, he smiled knowingly.

Wang Cuilian came over curiously and looked at the bracelet on Baby Luo's wrist, praising it repeatedly.

Tuoba Xian also cast a curious and concerned look.

"What kind of bracelet is this? Why does it feel weird to the touch?" Wang Cuilian asked.

Luo Baobao also looked confused.

After Tuoba Xian looked at it for a few times, she smiled slightly and said, "This is a bracelet made of Millet Spatholobus. Girls wear it at home. It is good for the body."

After saying that, she turned her eyes slightly and smiled lovingly and elegantly at Zuo Jingling: "Jingling, you are interested."

Zuo Jingling lowered his head gently and respectfully returned Tuoba Xian's thanks.

Then, he sat up straight, looked at Baobao Luo softly, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Millapore? Wow, this is the first time I've heard of it. It turns out this thing is so rare!"

Luo Baobao said in surprise, touched the bracelet on his wrist, and fell in love with it more and more.

"This Millet Spatholobus is hard to come by. Jingling even broke his arm trying to pick it. You have to take good care of it and don't let him down." Yang Ruoqing, who knew the inside story, warned again.

Luo Baobao nodded vigorously and looked at Jingling's arm with distress on his face.

Jingling shook his head at her, raised his hand and put the fish meat in his bowl into Luo Baobao's bowl. On the small plate beside his bowl, there were twelve fish bones neatly arranged, some long and some short, some thick and some thin.

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"This child actually picked out the fish bones and then gave the fish meat to the baby. He is such a good and attentive child!" Yang Ruoqing was once again moved by Zuo Jingling's small gesture.

In modern terms, Jingling is a warm little boy. He has been taking care of others since he was a child. It can be seen that although this child refuses to speak, his mind is more mature than other children of the same age.

All this is probably related to his experiences growing up.

Speaking of this, she was somewhat similar to Chen'er. Seeing Jing Ling, Yang Ruoqing became more and more affectionate and affectionate. She tried hard to pick up food for Jing Ling, and Jing Ling's bowl was soon piled up into a small mountain.

"That's enough, that's enough, Qing'er, don't pinch him anymore."

Zuo Junmo smiled and quickly stopped Yang Ruoqing's 'crazy behavior'.

"Let him do it by himself. When he comes here, we don't treat ourselves as outsiders."

"Brother Zuo, I like hearing this. Come on, let's take a walk too."

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At night, after finishing their drunken dinner with Luo Blacksmith Yang Huazhong and the others, Zuo Junmo opened the door and returned to the guest room to rest. At a glance, he saw Jing Ling sitting behind the table holding a button in his hand, dazed under the lamp.

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"Did your button fall off?" This was Zuo Junmo's first reaction.

Unexpectedly, when Zuo Jingling saw him entering the room, his first reaction was to stuff the buttons into his arms, straighten his clothes, get up and walk to the bed, shake off the quilt, sit by the bed and prepare to take off his shoes

Go to bed.

Zuo Junmo was stunned for a moment, what was this boy's reaction? He looked nervous and worried that I was going to snatch his buttons.

"If your button falls off, dad will take it and ask your Aunt Qing'er to help sew it up." Zuo Junmo explained patiently.

Zuo Jingling shook his head, indicating that he didn't need it and told him not to worry, then pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep quietly.

Zuo Junmo stood by the bed and looked at Zuo Jingling's neat coat on the bedside. The buttons on it were all intact.

So, where did that button come from?

Looking at the color, it seems to match the color of the coat that Baby Luo is wearing today. Could it be that it belongs to Baby Luo?

It was impossible for Jingling to pull her button rudely, so the only possibility was that the button was given to him by Baby Luo?

You give me a Millipeda bracelet, and I give you a button. These two little guys really know how to reciprocate, but the gifts they give each other are a bit unusual. They are really two little weirdos!

Zuo Junmo stood by the bed and thought for a while, secretly shaking his head and chuckling, and did not interfere in this matter. Let the children be, this is their friendship.

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The next day, it was raining lightly, but it couldn't stop Luo Baobao's determination to set off.

"Grandpa, grandma, grandma, grandpa, grandma, mother, please be at ease. I am already thirteen years old and can take care of myself. Don't worry, take care of your health at home.

When I come back from Yangzhou, I will bring you local specialties and snacks, and bring you silks from over there for your grandmothers and grandmothers."

After saying such beautiful words of farewell, Luo Baobao got on his horse gracefully, waved his hand, and greeted Zuo Jingling, who had been waiting patiently on his horse beside him, and the two of them rode away with whips.

Zuo Junmo also clasped his fists at Yang Ruoqing who was seeing them off: "Don't worry, everyone, I will deliver my niece to Dazhi safely."

Yang Ruoqing and other women all smiled and nodded, and Blacksmith Luo said loudly: "Okay, okay, then you will be tired along the way. Be careful on the way, and there will be a favorable wind!"

On the side, Yang Huazhong smiled and joked: "According to the season and the wind direction, it should be smooth sailing."

When she turned to go back to the hospital, Ms. Sun looked around and said with a wry smile: "It's better now. Both homes are empty, and not a single child is here."

Wang Cuilian was also stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "I feel so empty now that I can't even muster the energy to cook anything at noon."

Yang Ruoqing held hands with each other and joked: "Oh my god, how can you say that? The baby is gone, and now I have become the youngest and youngest child in the family. I am still here, at noon

We should eat and drink."

Everyone was amused.

Life is back on track, everyone is doing whatever they need to do.

Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongjin both left Changping Village, and Xiao An returned with a letter from Qing'an County.

"What did your brother say in the letter? Has the He family settled down?"

While Yang Ruoqing was holding a piece of letter paper and looking at it with her head buried in it, Mrs. Sun sat next to her and asked impatiently.

There are only a few sentences on a piece of letter paper, and the total does not exceed eighty words.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

This boy really cherishes ink like gold. Why can't he write a few more sentences? Even if he has eaten in the past two days, he can still talk about it. Doesn't his family just want to piece together the fragmentary life fragments between the lines of your words?

Create a complete picture of life and try to shorten the distance!

This guy is really a straight man!

"Qing'er, have you finished reading it? Tell me about it!" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask again.

Yang Ruoqing put down the letter and looked at Sun with a smile: "I think I've finished reading it, but I just don't know how to talk about it."

"How do you say this? Could it be that they have encountered some trouble again?" Mrs. Sun suddenly became nervous.
Chapter completed!