Mi Bao was dazzled by what he saw. He stood at the door and said "Wow" and "Ah" from time to time, but he didn't even see him.
Shen Zhen was not in a hurry and was waiting nearby.
Originally, the cook was just making small noodles for daily consumption, which were not much. She finished them in a short while. Mi Bao turned around and saw Shen Zhen. He quickly went over and held his hand: "Come on, let's go write. Bar."
Shen Zhen coughed and was about to say he wouldn't write today when he saw Fat Tuanzi raising his hands: "Mi Bao is ready for today. Mi Bao is wearing new sleeves."
Only then did Shen Zhen see that she had two ugly sleeves on her arms, which were obviously made from adult clothes. They were dusty and reached past her elbows, and were tied up and down with ropes.
She obviously didn't feel ugly. She raised her little arms and smiled happily.
Shen Linquan was so cute that he quickly stepped forward and picked up Xiaotuanzi: "Let's go, brother Linquan will take you to write."
Fat Tuanzi was stunned for a moment: "Isn't he uncle?"
"No, I can't be an uncle," Shen Linquan said seriously: "Mi Bao and I hit it off like old friends, so I don't want to be Mi Bao's elder anymore! I want to be friends with Mi Bao!"
Mi Bao groaned, not surprised at all, and patted him on the shoulder: "Well, then you have to work hard. As long as you listen to Mi Bao, Mi Bao will be the second best in the world with you."
"Huh?" Shen Linquan asked, "Why isn't he the best in the world?"
Mi Bao said: "Because Mi Bao and his second uncle are already the best in the world, so you can only compete for the second place in the world."
Shen Linquan coughed twice and suppressed a laugh: "Well, that's okay, then I'll compete for second place in the world."
As he was talking, he suddenly remembered and pointed at Shen Zhen: "Where is Sister Zhen ranked?"
Mi Bao shook his head: "It's different. Sister Zhen won't line up with you."
Shen Linquan: "...??"
He asked in confusion: "Why don't we line up together?"
Fat Tuanzi had a milky voice but said to him extremely seriously: "Mi Bao and you are just brothers, but sister Zhen is love."
puff!!
Shen Linquan was really going to laugh to death from her.
Shen Zhen also laughed so hard that his eyes rolled. He held back his laughter and hugged her, holding her on his lap to write.
Shen Linquan and Shen Xingsi sat nearby, chatting with Tang Mingqi, while watching the little fat dumpling write.
Shen Zhen couldn't talk to her anyway, so he didn't bother to correct her, so he just teased her by writing one row himself, and then asked her to write another row below.
Mibao's chubby hands were only a little bit big, and he couldn't even hold the pen firmly, so his writing was a dark mess. When all the words were put together, the difference was quite obvious.
She finally stopped writing, frowned and said: "Sister Zhen, have you noticed that the Mi Zhen body you invented is not very good-looking?"
I invented???
Doesn’t it look good because I invented it?
Shen Zhen said calmly: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not."
Mi Bao murmured: "But..."
Shen Zhen smiled and said, "Mi Bao, you don't have to think too much. As long as you write it down, it will be a success. This is called different roads leading to the same destination."
Mibao: "..."
Shen Zhen originally just wanted to tease her with her words, but unexpectedly, Mi Bao raised his little face and thought for a long time, with a look of deep approval on his face: "You are right, Mi Zhen's body is a little bit ugly, but Because I didn’t choose a good carrier.”
Shen Zhen couldn't understand again: "What do you mean?"
Mibao said: "It's very simple. You just need to take a few bamboo boards or torn paper. No matter what kind of words you write on it, it will become super powerful. You believe Mibao, Mibao will not lie to you." Yes, if you don’t believe it, just take it out and try it.”
Shen Zhen: "..."
Shen Linquan smiled and said, "Just wait, I'll go out and look for you."
He didn't mind the trouble and rushed out. There were a lot of bamboos on the hillside outside the village, and there were also many pieces of bamboo that fell when cutting. He picked up a few pieces and brought them back, wiped them clean, and handed them to Mibao with a smile.
What to write?
Mibao held the pen and thought for a while.
The most common martial arts secret manual should be the Sunflower Book?
So she wrote one: "Plum Blossom Book" and "If you want to practice magic, you must first be selfish."
After she finished writing, she raised her little mouth and blew hard, huff, huff, huff.
A little baby under three years old, very small, white and soft, no matter what movement or expression, it looks cute and cute, even the little hands holding the bamboo board look great. pinch.
Everyone looked at the uncle with a smile on his face.
Then she finally blew it dry and put it on the table: "Look!"
Not to mention, when the ugly characters are written on the bamboo slips, there is a sense of indescribable mystery. The main reason is that the bamboo has been exposed to wind and sun, and the stubble is old. It does not look like freshly split at all. Like some ancient inheritance.
Shen Linquan raised his eyebrows, took it out directly, and then began to grind it on the ground.
Mi Bao understood it at the first glance and immediately went over to help. He picked up one with both hands and rubbed his little buttocks.
After a little grinding, sprinkle some soil, rub and rub, it was successfully made old.
Then Shen Linquan pointed to the main room, meaning that he would take it to Mr. Shen.
Mi Bao nodded with understanding.
Shen Linquan quickly walked into the main room and said to Mr. Shen seriously: "Uncle, I found this in the corner of the courtyard. What is it?"
Mr. Shen didn't doubt that he was there, so he took it over.
Because Mi Bao's calligraphy was so ugly, the strokes were all stuck together, and they were written with bamboo abbreviations, and they were flying all over the place. Mr. Shen looked at them for a long time, but he didn't recognize them. He frowned and said, "There are only these two pieces." ?"
"Yes," Shen Linquan said, "There are only these two pieces."
Mr. Shen said: "What kind of writing is this? Isn't it Chinese writing?"
He turned it over and over to look at it, "It looks like the bamboo stubble is not shabby at all! What does it mean? Is it a custom?"
The two of them talked non-stop.
Shen Zhen held Xiaotuanzi in his arms and stood by the window and watched.
In fact, this thing does look like that at first glance, but if you take a closer look, you can definitely see that Mr. Shen and the two are just setting up a stage to amuse the children, but Mi Bao obviously feels that he has really fooled them. He turned his head and looked at Shen Zhen with dancing eyebrows.
Shen Zhen felt amused when he saw it, and nodded to show that he understood.
The two people in the room acted decently for a long time. Mi Bao was satisfied and said loudly: "Uncle Shen!!"
Mr. Shen turned around and saw the little chubby dumpling holding the window sill, proudly announcing the answer: "This word was written by Mi Bao!"
She laughed so happily that her little white teeth laughed out loud, and her big eyes turned into eyelashes when she smiled: "Look! Mi Bao didn't lie to you. No matter what broken words are written on the bamboo slips, they will look... Very powerful!”
Shen Zhen held back his laughter.
It turns out you also knew it was broken.
Mr. Shen looked like he suddenly realized: "Ah? That's it! Uncle didn't realize it!"
He carried the fat dumpling in from the window and said: "Who came up with this idea? How can it be so smart!!"
Mibao gestured to himself with his little hands: "It's me, it's Mibao!"
"Oh! You're so smart!" Mr. Shen sighed in a decent manner for a long time. Then Mi Bao remembered and asked him: "Uncle, have you brought your speech book?"
"Not yet," Mr. Shen said quickly, "We have to wait until brother Lin Quan is free."
Mi Bao then turned to look at Shen Linquan. Shen Linquan said quickly: "The villa is quite far away. I want to go there together when we need to pick up other things. Can Mi Bao wait a few more days?"
"Okay," Mi Bao said nicely, "then don't forget it."
"No, no," Shen Linquan agreed: "I have a very good memory, I will definitely not forget it."
So Mi Bao spent time at Shen's house until noon before going home. Before leaving, he didn't forget to hold hands with Shen Zhen: "Sister Zhen, see you tomorrow! See you there or not!"
Shen Zhen responded with a smile: "See you soon."
As soon as they left, Shen Linquan called him with a serious face: "Xiao Zhen!"