Chapter 1217: The Substitute of No Regrets (Five)

Qing Zhu was thinking that the hen in the chicken nest suddenly stood up half-time, his wings were open, and he earned it as hard as a man, and his body fell together.

The little magpie excitedly said, “Go down!”

Without regret, he stared nervously at the back of the hen’s ass.

The hen struggled to earn a while, and a red-skinned egg rolled out of the back and landed in the grass nest.The eyes of no regrets lighted, and the little magpie smiled at each other, and said, “It can be counted!”No more fear of the hen, the voice suddenly put out.The hen was startled, and he went out of the chicken coop, and ran out all the way, announcing that it had laid another egg.

The little magpie got up, went to the chicken nest to pick up the egg, and was still hot, and handed it to look at it without regret.Without regret, he hesitated, quickly glanced at the bamboo, shrunk his hand back, and said, "Girl, don't touch, I'll take you."

Qing Zhu came over and said, "The eggs are not good-looking, and our family is not there."

No regrets: “It’s fun!”Looking at the egg, I think the egg laying process is amazing.

The little magpie took the eggs away and took them to play in their own garden.The two ends of the vegetable garden and the walls of the fence wall are also planted with many flowers and plants, as well as roses and roses, chrysanthemums, plantains, sea tangs, etc., all of which are planted from the seeds or branches obtained from the Fang family.

Some people turned around in the garden.

No regrets said, “I’ll go home and dig two peony for you.”At the door, you can open a large bowl of flowers.It's beautiful."

Little girls all like flowers, little plaster is very happy to hear, peony like the flower, but it is not easy to get it, the average person does not have it.

The little magpie asked, “Can a weaver be allowed to dig?”

No regrets: “My mother is the best.Dad said, “You all live in the garden, and your home looks good, that is, the garden is good-looking.”You just want to dig up the flowers.You can't dig, you have to branch."

The little magpie said, "Thank you, girl."

They returned to the front room, and several little girls in the village came to the little gull to play, and saw that they were surprised and surprised, and looked at her carefully and enviously.

He said, “This is a girl, see you.”

The girls are in a mess of no regrets.

No regrets sweetly and sweetly: "No more polite."

He felt that he had been out for too long and had no regrets to leave.Without regret, he pulled the little magpie and said, “Come with me and dig the peony flowers for you.”I won't take you, they won't let you dig."

The little magpie thought, didn't he, and went to close the door; and rebuked the big dog, "Look at the bacon, don't call the chicken up!"Think about not being sure, fearing that the chicken will jump into the bamboo to shit, and then take the root of the bamboo pole to pull the chicken out of the yard before it can stop.Leave the bamboo pole and clasve your hand.

The other girls whispered to her that they wanted to play with her.

Qing Zhu was busy saying, “Grandpa and Grandma are reading books under the bridge, and they don’t make a noise.”Let the little magpie go alone, and wait for the dig to give it to you."A few girls did not dare to force, only to look at the little magpie followed the magpie down the mountain without regret, across the bridge.

In the pavilion, Fang first and clean and dumb small jaundice: six or seven years old, clean up, the eyebrows are refreshing, especially those eyes, like no regrets, clear and divine.She stood up to the right words, very well-behaved.

This is the reason why the green bamboo brought her, too sloppy or stupid, but not easy to bring.

At first, I asked her who her family was.

The little magpie crisp echoes, "My brother is a little black man."

Fang was surprised: “Are you the little black sister?”

That wooden pier, sister is so spiritual!

The little magpie nodded, “Yes.”

Fang no regrets leaned on Fang's initial bosom and said to him, "Dad, the little magpie may do it, and will make up dozens of tricks."She cooks and feeds the chickens at home.She also said that she would grow up to learn to make tapestry.She also planted a lot of flowers in her house.Dad, I promised to send a few peony to the little magpie and let her plant it on her doorstep.Her family is also our garden, opened flowers, clean the garden is not better!"

Fang first heard her daughter change the French flowers to send flowers to people, smiled: "You think very thoughtful."Ask them to dig a few trees and send her.“Do you like the little magpie?”

No regrets: “Huh.The little magpie is smart.”

At first, he had an idea in his heart, and he had two words with a clear whisper.

He looked at the little magpie more attentively.

The big grandmother in the heart of the little gull, is the weaver in the sky, now so concerned about her, she is happy and shy, wearing a suit, shyly twisting.

He asked, “How old are you?”

The little magpie said, “Six years old.”

He asked, “Is there anyone else in the house?”

The little magpie said, “There is a big brother, a little brother, and a sister.”My little brother is drawing in the bamboo workshop, my sister is making tapestry in the city, and my older brother is . . .

Qing dumb will understand: the garden of girls, some are selected to serve people, good at textiles are recommended to Shuya to do weavers, love to codify bamboo silk painting to stay in the bamboo workshop, always do not let them idle, each can make money, so the garden residents live a good life.

At first, he asked, “Would you like to serve the girl?”

The little magpie’s eyes lit up and immediately said, “Willing!”

The sound was crisp, and with eagerness.

She felt very clever and smiled, “So small, what to serve?”Learn with no regrets, and wait until you grow up.”She just wanted to find a little girl for her daughter.

Fang first said, “Follow the girl, enjoy the happiness will also suffer.”If you want to learn martial arts, do you want to learn?”

The little magpie said, “I want to learn.”

Fang was satisfied with the nod, and immediately called the mother of the garden to manage the mother, followed the little gull to her house on the opposite mountain, and told his old daughter the meaning of Fang.Her mother-in-law was overjoyed and immediately agreed.So, the mother took the little magpie with her in the afternoon.

Since then, the little gull has been with Fang no regrets, the two of them went in and out, eaten and slept together, and studied chess and calligraphy, knitting female red and martial arts together.

Fang was so careful to cultivate the little gull, not as long as she was a maid without regrets, but as a substitute for her no regrets.In addition to at home, when going out, do not regret to dress up, dressed as a small gull; small gulls are dressed as a girl, is the girl who is loved by the Fang family.

All this is for one person: the son of the avant-garde!

This is the next word, not to mention.

In the afternoon, the brothers went to school, like a caged bird flew out of the school, cheering and rushed to the river port, more than a dozen dogs ran behind, and people shouted dogs to sing chickens, which was very lively.The river port stopped several boats of different sizes, and the strong dings who had led the garden at the beginning were already ready to start, and they should fish when the plum rains rise.As soon as the children arrived, they all got on the boat.

The mute also took the women to the large flower hall on the riverbank, waiting to receive fresh fish.

The children of the garden came to see the lively, chased the fishing boat on the river, ran around the water corridor on all sides, pointing to the river and shouting.

Every rainy season, the garden must come to a big fishing, family participation.The fish that hit back is also a part of the family, and keep it in the small river with a fine net and eat it slowly.

Fishing lasts for 10 days.

At night, the early days of the busy day and the mute will ride the cold on the bridge, playing the piano and talking to the green mountain flowing water, listening to the sound of insects, and watching the sunset rise until the eyes are not open.

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The first god life, envious?