Thousands of miles of embankment was destroyed. Dumpling took a breath and the pen in his hand fell down. Gu Xilai was also dumbfounded and stood aside blankly, with his mouth half open.
Jiao Li always acted in an eccentric way and did not follow common sense. No one could guess what this demonic man was thinking.
Dumpling came to his senses and saw that what he had worked so hard to write disappeared in an instant. His face was full of sorrow, he held his head in his hands, and was horrified: "It's over... it's over..."
"What's over?" The culprit looked at the dumplings with an innocent face.
Dumpling pointed at the puddle of ashes in front of him tremblingly: "It's gone...it's all gone."
"Oh, maybe I accidentally knocked over the candle. Just be careful in the future." Jiao Li touched the dumpling's head lovingly: "Don't be sad."
"Actually, I'm not sad at all." Dumpling said honestly, raising his head.
"Why?"
"Anyway, what I copied is for you to see."
"Well, my father has already seen it."
"Na na na, this is what you said." Dumpling stretched out his little fat finger and pointed at the ashes in front of him seriously: "Don't default on the debt again."
Jiao Li held his forehead, showing a tangled look: "Yes, I said so."
"Hey, I'll go back to sleep then."
"Go ahead."
The dumplings jumped out of the door, and Jiao Li kept watching.
When the sound of the brisk footsteps disappeared, Jiao Li turned around and saw that his subordinates looked as if they had been tapped on acupuncture points.
"What are you looking at?" Jiao Li waved his hand in front of Gu Xilai's face.
"Don't you think this is a bit excessive?" Gu Xilai asked back.
"Is it too much? Where is it too much?"
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with you being so doting on me."
In order to protect his son, Jiao Li actually burned all the books, and the person who did it had a very good reason.
"My son doesn't need to take the top exam, so what's the use of studying so carefully?"
Gu Xilai finally found his voice and said solemnly: "Actually... you are right to think so, but it's a mistake... over there..."
That was Xuanyuan Mu who woke up the next day. If he knew about it, there would probably be another storm, and Gu Xilai felt a headache.
"I will explain it to him," Jiao Li said.
"How to explain?" Gu Xilai rarely asked for details.
"It's just that the books were burned. And it was done accidentally."
Gu Xilai sighed deeply: "I hope Xuanyuan Mu will believe it."
Jiao Li thought for a while, nodded cautiously and said, "I also think this reason is a bit far-fetched."
Have you finally realized it? Lian Gu Xi thought thankfully, but as soon as Jiao Li finished speaking, a ball of fire emerged from his fingertips, and the flames wrapped around the study room like a dragon.
For a moment, thick smoke billowed out, and the wooden bookshelf made a crackling sound.
Jiao Li shrugged, looking as if nothing had happened: "This level of credibility should be enough, right?"
Gu Xilai stood in the middle of the fire, his eyes reflected the flames, and he slowly turned his neck, looking at Jiao Li in confusion.
"What are you doing here? Why don't you find someone to put out the fire?"
Half an hour later, the fire in the study was extinguished. Dumpling was about to go to bed, but when he heard that his small study had suffered a disaster, he suddenly lost sleep.
Jiao Li picked up his son and said, "Tomorrow, my father will make you a more beautiful study room."
Dumpling subconsciously hugged his neck: "Why does the study have to be so beautiful? Naturally, I don't like staying in it."
