"The action of drinking soup is wrong, drink again..." Liang Nuyi is really a very cold teacher, "If one bowl doesn't work, just two bowls, if two bowls doesn't work, just three bowls. When is this action right and when should it stop.
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So, under her chuckle, Wan Qing drank three bowls of soup. When the soup almost overflowed from her throat, she finally got a satisfied nod from her and escaped to heaven.
If before Liang Nuyi came to the future, Wan Qing still had romantic fantasies about this kind of thing and thought it was just a little girl's game, then after that, everything was shattered.
All that was simply more painful than when she was training. Yes, it was painful, not hard.
The third day finally arrived, and it was time for Xiao Jing to leave home. Unexpectedly, Wan Qing slept in and missed greeting his parents and saying goodbye to Xiao Jing on his trip.
She just stood on the small building, watching her brother, who was not yet mature enough but had to be independent, leave proudly and move forward.
Until his figure disappeared, she still stood there, unwilling to leave.
From time to time, her mind replayed the nod about Xiao Jing. At that riverside, Xiao Jing sent her a message with tears streaming down his face, insisting that she was his sister and asked his mother to save her.
In the small village, Xiao Jing always doted on her completely. Whatever delicious food or fun things he had, he would always leave them to her.
She still remembered that every time she called him brother, he was so proud, with his head held high, like a little rooster.
He always didn't allow anyone to bully her, no matter who the other person was. If someone bullied her, even if he couldn't beat her, he would rush forward without hesitation. As a result, he would only be injured.
Tears fell silently from my cheeks, and I was so sad that I almost forgot to beat.
"Don't cry, dear." The person was pulled into a warm embrace, and a familiar voice said, "Brother will be back soon."
"Mother." Wan Qing wiped her tears hard, "I want to learn martial arts, and in the future... I can go find my brother." For some reason, she always had a feeling that it would be difficult to see Xiao Jing again after he left.
It's difficult.
"Okay." Hongyun also had tears in her eyes. Her son had never been away from her for a day since he was a child. Now that he is far away, her reluctance and sadness are much heavier than Wan Qing's. The worries and tears in her heart are even more intense.