Que Wu looked at Wen Jiaojiao looking up at the wooden sign, hugged her legs, made her sit on his arms, and pulled her up to the same height as the branch on which the wooden sign was hung.
Que Wu's arms were strong and strong, and Wen Jiaojiao felt that he was sitting firmly, without feeling that he would fall down at any time, so he looked at the wooden sign with peace of mind.
Wen Jiaojiao read all the nearly a hundred wooden prayer signs written by Xiao Yurong for her, and some hazy pictures flashed through her mind, but they were still not clear.
Wen Jiaojiao put down the last wooden prayer sign. Forget it, she just couldn't think of it anymore. If it was something very important, she would definitely not forget it.
Although she is a salty fish with no ambitions, she is not a useless fish. She just has a heart that wants to be at peace. She will not forget the people or things that are important to her.
Wen Jiaojiao has always been a happy-go-lucky person, with the temperament of covering up the water and the earth as soldiers come, and he will not go out of his way to get into trouble.
She will always find ways to make herself more comfortable, whether it is physically or mentally.
She also likes to stay with people who make her feel comfortable. If she feels uncomfortable staying together, she will find ways to stay away, such as Shen Zhishu and Xiang Cheng.
It took Wen Jiaojiao half an hour to read these wooden signs. Que Wu held her in his arms without moving. Wen Jiaojiao quickly asked him to put her down.
Que Wu saw that she had finished reading and put her down. Wen Jiaojiao looked at his arm and asked, "Aren't your arms tired?"
Que Wu: "Not tired."
What's so tiring about this? He won't be tired even if he lifts half a stone weighing hundreds of kilograms, let alone Little Moon, which weighs almost nothing.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at his arm and couldn't help but reach out and squeeze it. The muscles were very tight, unlike her arms. Although the bones were thin, they looked a bit chubby and turned into a ball of flesh when pinched.
Wen Jiaojiao stretched out his hand and compared it with Que Wu's arm. When compared, the two arms combined were not as thick as Que Wu's arm.
But his body proportions are very good. He has long hands and long legs. He is the kind of person who looks thin when wearing clothes but has flesh when taking off clothes.
I don’t know how Que Wu grew up so well.
Que Wu looked at Wen Jiaojiao's movements, which reminded him of the way children in Salo liked to compare the thickness of their arms to see who was stronger.
The corners of his mouth were raised, and his smiling eyes looked at Wen Jiaojiao with a hint of endearment, and he fiddled with his arms as she did.
"Are all you Salas as strong and tall as you?"
Wen Jiaojiao felt a little depressed when he saw that he could not even look at Que Wu completely even when he was standing on the stone platform.
Que Wu: "Well, all Salu people are strong."
After saying that, Que Wu leaned forward slightly, got closer to Wen Jiaojiao, looked into her eyes and said, "Maybe it has something to do with the soil and water of Salo."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the exquisite and aristocratic face in front of her, her breath suffocated slightly, and she wanted to turn her head away, but he was so good-looking, and his accented Mandarin was gentle and kind, but his eyes were... There is an inexplicable ferocity and aggression of a hunter, as if he has captured the prey and is staring at it to prevent it from escaping.
Wen Jiaojiao was unable to look away from these eyes.
"Then...it must be relevant."
Que Wu smiled slightly and said, "Well, does Little Moon want to grow taller?"
Wen Jiaojiao's breathing was slow and slow. She felt that her heart was heating up inexplicably. She was a little dizzy and said: "I think... I think so."
The smile on Que Wu's lips deepened, "Solo is very good, and so am I...very good."
Wen Jiaojiao nodded: "It's very good."
Que Wu: "Then it's settled."
Wen Jiaojiao: "Ah? Huh?"
What's settled?
Que Wu stood up straight, picked up a blank wooden prayer sign from the side and handed it to her, "Do you want to write it?"
Wen Jiaojiao took the wooden blessing plaque and said, "You're here, just write one."
Que Wu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and handed it to her. Wen Jiaojiao wrote on the wooden sign: "I wish Aunt Yurong good health and happiness forever."
After writing, Wen Jiaojiao was ready to hang up the sign, but the branch in front of him was already full, and Wen Jiaojiao wanted to change the place.
Que Wu said from the side: "Then hang up to the previous position."
With that said, Que Wu was about to take Wen Jiaojiao down from the stone platform. Wen Jiaojiao blocked it with his hand and said, "I will do it myself."
Wen Jiaojiao jumped down, and Que Wu stretched out his hand, grabbed her as he had done before, lifted her up and put her on the ground.
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Forget it, just pretend she didn't say that.
Que Wu stood there and looked around, took Wen Jiaojiao's hand and led her through the crowd under the tree, "Over there."
Wen Jiaojiao raised her head and looked at Que Wu's tall back. The long ponytail and beautiful slightly curly hair were swaying, as if they were dangling on the top of her heart, tickling her.
At this moment, the crowd around him was a little blurry. In Wen Jiaoyao's eyes, there was only this clear back figure. The warm autumn sun in the afternoon penetrated in front of him, and he felt that his whole body was immersed in the light.
Wen Jiaojiao seemed to hear his heart beating rhythmically, one after another.
She was thinking, how could someone look like an aggressive leopard but be as gentle as a big dog?
Que Wu was in front of Wen Jiaojiao, brushing passersby away to ensure that no one would crowd her.
When he came to a relatively open place, Que Wu pointed to a branch with a small number of wooden signs hanging in front of him and said: "Here is the place where you hung the wooden sign last time."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at him in surprise and said, "Do you have such a good memory?"
Que Wu looked down at her: "Do you want to die by yourself?"
Wen Jiaojiao nodded. She wanted to hang up the wooden sign written for her mother.
Que Wu held her in his arms like he did just now. Wen Jiaojiao easily reached the branch. She hung up the wooden sign and found the wooden sign she had written two days ago that she wanted to be a salted fish. Then she prayed on this sign.
I saw a strange wooden sign next to the wooden sign.
This wooden prayer sign is directly tied to the rope of her wooden sign. There is nothing written on this wooden sign, just a circle is drawn on it.
This place is still very empty and has a place to hang it, but it is tied to her wooden sign.
Que Wu saw that she had hung it up and put her down. Wen Jiaojiao took a blank wooden sign from the table next to it and handed it to Que Wu, "Do you want to write one too? Actually, I don't really believe this, but I would rather believe it."
Whether you believe it or not, writing it is a kind of spiritual sustenance."
"good."
Que Wu took the wooden sign from Wen Jiaojiao's hand and picked up a pen to write on it.
Wen Jiaojiao saw that he had written it quickly, picked up the wooden sign and hung it up directly. Wen Jiaojiao saw that he had hung it next to her wooden sign that said salted fish. His wooden sign was hanging on the rope and spinning.
Wen Jiaojiao saw the wooden sign turned over and saw that there was nothing written on it, so she drew a circle.
Wen Jiaojiao:Huh?
Wen Jiaojiao watched the wooden sign turning, and she clearly saw that there was indeed only one circle on it.
Could it be that the other wooden blessing sign also belongs to Que Wu?
Is drawing circles on wooden signs some kind of Salo custom that she doesn't know about?
[Author's digression]: Que Wu: The most high-end leopards often appear as docile big dogs, waiting for the prey to come over and stick to it, and then take a bite...