inspire-indiana 266: We are so awesome
266: We are so awesome
Qingqing suddenly didn't find her elder brother scary anymore.
The eldest brother is afraid of chickens, but she is not, so she is braver than her eldest brother.
The little girl thought about it carefully and found it very reasonable.
"My brother is so pitiful," she said, and made a suggestion, "Let grandpa send the chickens to the mountain!"
We can't let the chicken bully the big brother.
Fu Yueci imagined the scene. As soon as the two live chickens were thrown over, they were torn to pieces by the creatures inside.
He was a little embarrassed, "Not very good, the creatures inside will eat it as rations."
"Good."
The little girl didn't say anything. The little fox at her feet whined and kept stretching out its claws to scratch her, and was so anxious that it almost spoke human language.
Feed it!
It likes to eat chicken, and it likes chickens that are raised to be full of spirit!
Unfortunately, no one could understand what it meant. Fu Yueci even picked up Qingqing and threatened the restless little fox.
"If you want to go out and play, go out by yourself. Don't keep pestering me."
The little fox stood on the ground and stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and ran away.
Just go by yourself. It has been craving those two chickens for many days.
A chicken coop was being built outside, so the two chickens were not locked up yet and were wandering around the yard as if they knew nothing.
As soon as someone approaches, they start barking, which is very loud.
The little fox was much smarter than when it first came to the Xiao family. When it saw Mr. Fu, it squatted beside him and listened to him silently.
"Put the chicken coop somewhere far away from Zhao Zhao's room. Don't scare him again, or I'll really have to send him away."
"Okay, Patriarch, I'll give the order right away."
The man left, and when Mr. Fu turned around, he saw a white shadow flash by.
He called out to the little fox, but the white shadow didn't stop, and the old man didn't pay much attention.
The little thing has become much smarter since it ate the blood ginseng leaves.
Now it can understand what we say to it and its brain can think normally, just like a few-year-old child.
It knew that if it ate the chicken it would be scolded, and perhaps even beaten like the last time it stole the ginseng leaves.
But if a chicken scares someone and then rushes to protect the human and bites the chicken to death, it will not be scolded. People will even praise it and give it more delicious food.
It’s a beautiful thing to think about.
With a plan in mind, the little fox began to run around the rooms in the house, trying to confirm who the Zhao Zhao that Grandpa Fu was talking about was.
On the other side, Qingqing and Fu Yueci were arranging flowers.
The little girl handed the aura-filled lavender to her brother, looked at him with eyes full of trust and expectation, and encouraged him, "Brother, come on! The rest is up to you."
Fu Yueci didn't even raise his head, extremely confident, "Don't worry, it's a piece of cake."
Then he arranged the flowers in a mess.
The lavender was taken from the Xiao family next door, the decorative branches were cut casually, and the vase was the most beautiful one chosen according to his aesthetic taste.
Hundreds of thousands before the plug-in, and a roadside stall after the plug-in.
When he excitedly held up his work and asked Qingqing if it looked good, the little girl's eyes went dark and she almost fainted.
“So, so ugly…
The kindhearted Qingqing was afraid that her blunt words would hurt her brother, so she quickly explained, "Actually, I've been watching for a long time..."
Facing Fu Yueci's expectant eyes, she still couldn't praise him in the end. She made a bitter face and said the most unique words in the most timid tone.
“It’s still pretty ugly.”
Fu Yueci's heart snapped. He held the vase and admired it for a long time. "It's not ugly."
The little girl felt ashamed at the thought of giving something like this to her big brother.
Although she is young, she is thin-skinned.
How can you give someone something like this? Think about it from another perspective, who would be happy to receive something like this!
No, no, absolutely not!
She grabbed Fu Yueci's hand and tightened it slightly, her clear big eyes full of pleading and sincerity.
"Let's ask others for help, brother. Everyone is willing to help us, really!"
"No." Fu Yueci refused stubbornly.
He even taught Qingqing a lesson, "Big Brother isn't a superficial person. He'd definitely prefer the flower arrangement we created together to the perfect arrangement by others."
The little girl opened her mouth slightly and looked at him in a daze.
“…” I should have known not to cooperate with my brother.
Fu Yueci had a mysterious confidence in his flowers. He bent down and picked up Qingqing, holding her in one hand and holding the vase in the other, and walked towards Qingqing's previous room.
He was so thoughtful. He knew that his elder brother couldn't sleep, so he specially got this bottle of lavender. Everyone who saw it would praise him.
On the way there, the two of them met Mr. Fu.
The old man stopped and stared at him intently, frowning and looking a little dissatisfied.
Finally, I couldn't help it and called out to him, "Xiaoyue, why are you taking your sister with you when you're throwing away the garbage? Put it down!"
Fu Yueci: “?”
He looked down at himself, but couldn't tell which one was trash.
"Grandpa is so weird." He complained softly, then went to ask the little girl for her opinion, "Right, sister."
Qingqing put her little face on his shoulder, saying nothing, as if she was withdrawn.
The one who is inexplicable is my brother.
The two walked to the door of the room. Fu Yueci put Qingqing down, then put his ear close to the door and listened furtively outside.
"No movement, are you still not awake?"
He felt a little disappointed, but the little girl felt completely the opposite. She felt relieved that she had escaped a disaster.
"Then let's go back, brother. Can we come back in the afternoon?"
Fu Yueci shook his head firmly, "No."
He walked around with the vase in his hand, and finally came to the window outside. He went downstairs and brought up a stool. After standing on it and pushing the window with his hand, his eyes lit up with joy and he waved to the little dumpling not far away.
"Come on, Qingqing, you can just get in from here."
There is also a large table below, and a low chair next to the table, just enough for the child to slowly climb down.
The little girl was reluctant and moved slowly, taking three steps at a time.
Fu Yueci handed her the bottle of messy weeds in his hand, as solemnly as if he was handing over a sacred object.
"I'll put you in later, and you can put this vase of flowers on my bedside. Then come back and I'll carry you out."
The messy leaves in her arms pricked her face a little. The delicate and lovely girl wanted to cry but had no tears. She tried to struggle one last time, "Do you really have to give it to me, brother?"
"What are you talking about, you idiot? Come, I'll carry you in."
Fu Yueci bent down, picked her up, and put her in through the window.
"Have you reached the table? If you have, I'll let go."
Qingqing's feet landed steadily on the table.
I looked at the flowers in my arms and felt a little hopeless.
I have never given such ugly flowers in my life. I feel that if my brother takes one look at them in a half-asleep state and then goes back to sleep, he will have a nightmare.