Jiang Su looked at her subconsciously and pouted in response, with baby fat bulging on both sides.
Wang Jia: "..." It's so cute, my heart melts...
"Susu, why did you come to our village?"
He looked at the little boy's clothes, and they were definitely not vulgar. The villagers in the surroundings couldn't guess the identities of Jiang ShuiLiu and Jiang Su, but Wang Jia could get goosebumps all over his body when he heard Jiang ShuiLiu's name.
In Lanyue Valley, Judge Poison mentioned his fellow disciples every once in a while. Jiang Shuiliu was often mentioned as his uncle.
Wang Jia vaguely remembered that a few years ago, his master seemed to have traveled far away, from the Eastern Region to the Shifangmen of the Southern Region, saying... to attend some hundred-day banquet.
If his judgment was correct, the master should have gone to the 100-day banquet of Jiang Liuliu's daughter.
So now this little kid is his... uncle according to his seniority?
Wang Jia couldn't laugh for a moment. Not only could he not take action against the two people who came to the formation, but he also had to hide and wait for them to leave?!
The flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple. If you are not a family, you will not be able to enter the house.!
The little boy's eyes turned darkly, and he said with a sweet smile: "Because my mother ran away! My father didn't dare to go to my mother's house to look for her! So he decided to take me out to travel and let my mother find us on her own!"
Although what Jiang Su said was a bit exaggerated, it was indeed true.
Wang Jia's mind quickly changed, thinking that this master's uncle's wife was... the master should have mentioned it. He seemed to have participated in their bond ceremony. He asked a sword cultivator from Jianshan Mountain?
The pink-clothed girl suddenly understood and tapped her head with her knuckles, "Of course Jiang Shuiliu wouldn't dare to ask Jianshan to find his wife!"
It is said in the world that Wenjian Mountain is a holy land for sword cultivators, and it is also the point of no return for sword cultivators. Once you enter Wenjian Mountain, you will spend thousands of years on the top of the snow-capped mountains, not caring about the world of mortals but only about swords!
Jiang Liuliu was so bold that he abducted the young sword cultivator who sneaked down from Wenjian Mountain. If the other sword cultivators caught him, they would have to break all the bones for him?
Wang Jia nodded slightly, he really admired this uncle.
"Su Su, these woods were beaten by my father, and the wood carvings were also carved by his own hands. If you like any of them, I will give them to you as a thank you gift for healing my wounds."
The girl in pink had a sweet smile and her eyes fell on the little boy's two swaying hair. She observed carefully and realized that they were asymmetrical.
After saying that, he took his little uncle into his arms and tied her hair again.
Jiang Su swept past the tables and chairs in the yard, looked at the Bodhisattva statue, and slowly shook his head.
"Thank you Sister Jiajia, but I don't like it. These are the things that my sister needs to exchange for money, Su Su can't have them!"
The little boy rejected her righteously. He even frowned because of this, and his swollen little face felt like cotton.
Wang Jia followed her gaze and swept across these wooden objects, with unknown emotions hidden in his eyes.
The objects made by his father had long since been completely burned in the fire caused by his master.
Although the objects now exist, they were all made by himself, copying the shapes in his memory.
"No...one of them isn't."
Wang Jia suddenly thought of something that was taken away by him.
He deftly tied the knot on the baby's head in two or two strokes and put her on his neck.
Jiang Su's two calves were hanging on his chest. He held her anklet tightly and led her all the way to the west of the village.
The girl Wang Jia is not really tall. They are like a pair of intimate playmates, the elder sister and the younger sister shuttle between the houses.
There is traffic on the streets, and chickens and dogs hear each other.
In the courtyard, a man in a gray long coat was holding a book in his hand. There was a small stove standing in front of him, with a pot of decoction burning on it, and the bitter smell of spiritual materials drifted around him.
"Uncle Yang~"
The pink-clothed girl waved, carefully placed the cub on the ground, and walked to Langzhong Yang with her soft little hands.
The man had an elegant temperament. When he saw the two children, he first smiled and took out two pieces of candy wrapped in paper from his sleeves, "Why is Gaga here? Whose doll is this? It's so juicy that it looks like the one in the painting."
Little fairy boy."
"Do you want to eat my apricots?" The man said to himself. He got up and went to the apricot tree in the yard to pick three or two apricots that changed color.
Wang Jia looked at Xing, who was half-green, and saw that the hand was stretched or not stretched.
The little boy Jiang Su was not interested in this man. He thought that since this man was a doctor, he could be considered a companion and he just wanted to give him some face.
When away from home, the reputation of medical practitioners is given by colleagues!
She grabbed the round object in Yang Langzhong's hand and let out a cry of surprise.
"What is this? Can it be eaten?!"
Wang Jia suddenly had a bad idea in his heart. He lowered his lips and said seriously: "Of course you can eat it. This is the fruit under the tree at the doctor's house. It is picked by others. It is fresh. You can try it, Susu."
Jiang Su: "..."
I'm just pretending to be a kid, I'm not really stupid...
This time it was Jiang Su's turn.
Should I eat? Or not?
The little boy held back his strength, rubbed the round green apricots with his sleeve, and stuffed two of them into his mouth.
She only ate, neither chewing nor swallowing, with two apricots stuck on her cheeks, which made her original chubby face even cuter, like a greedy little hamster.
Wang Jia couldn't hold it back and reached out to poke the spot on his face where the apricot was hidden.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of surprise.
Huh? It still feels so good?!
The little kid pouted, shook his head from side to side, and muttered vaguely: "Under the Susu coarse cloth."
Can't eat it.
Yang Langzhong was worried that the child had eaten something and it would get stuck in her throat, so he quickly stepped forward and pinched Jiang Su's cheeks to make her spit it out.
"Gaga, what on earth do you want to see me for?"
The girl in pink chuckled lightly, "Uncle Yang, I want to exchange something with you. Didn't my father buy you a medicine box earlier? I want to get it from you and let my father get new good materials.
I’ll give you one as a gift.”
Wang Jia only took away a medicine box from the village that his father packed. Before the medicine box could be handed over to Yang Langzhong, the entire village was massacred.
He was saved a short life by Yang Langzhong's decapitation method, so he deliberately kept this medicine box.
Now that he has returned to the village and set up an illusion, Wang Jia returns the medicine box to Yang Langzhong. It seems that life should be like this if he had not encountered those bastards from the Sword Sect.
Now she wants to give Jiang Su an object made by her father, but this is probably the only thing she has.
Although Yang Langzhong was very puzzled by this, it was still a child's wish. Xiaojia's father was a carpenter, and it only took him an hour or two to build a medicine box.
"Okay, then come with me."
Mr. Yang is a nice person, he has a clear mind and never asks why.
Wang Jia took Jiang Su and got the medicine box.
The girl in pink clothes took out her hidden sword and carved the character "Ga" on the inner wall of the medicine box, and the character "Su" on the outer wall.