Yang Ruoqing also covered her mouth and smiled with crooked eyebrows. This father can't even outrun his son. The boy is really growing up.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Brother Zuo, you can't outrun Jingling. The same goes for me. My daughter is no match for many things. Hey, then let them go. Brother Zuo, please come to the room and let's talk about old times."

…

In the backyard, in Luo Baobao's boudoir.

Although it is said to be a girl's boudoir, it doesn't look like a boudoir at all.

Why?

Because everything hanging on the wall and placed on the shelf are weapons.

Unlike the bookshelves that cover the entire wall of Chen'er's house, although Baobao Luo also has books, they are more of various small toys she has collected.

I loved stuffed toys before I was six years old. Recently, in addition to my favorite swords, I have become obsessed with wood carvings.

After she showed Zuo Jingling around like a treasure, she raised the corners of her lips and said to him: "Jingling, you can take whatever you like, and I will give it to you, sister."

Zuo Jingling's clear eyes blinked. He glanced around Duobao Pavilion and then retracted his gaze. His eyes fell on the first twisted velvet button of the goose-yellow right-front placket worn by Baby Luo.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the button.

Luo Baobao followed his fingers and pointed at his button and asked him in surprise: "You...do you want this button?"

Luo Baobao felt that he must have misunderstood what he meant. How could it be possible to give buttons as gifts in this world?

Zuo Jingling nodded firmly.

"Ah? Do you really want it? I thought you were joking!" Now, Baby Luo was even more surprised.

Zuo Jingling looked at her, his eyes as pure and clear as a deer were filled with expectation. Seeing that she seemed to have no intention of giving, his pupils trembled slightly, and anxiety and disappointment slowly filled the air like rain and mist.

"I can give you buttons!"

The heavenly voice reached his ears, and his eyes instantly brightened again, looking at her expectantly.

But she deliberately smiled evilly and leaned closer to him: "But you have to tell your sister first, what do you want this button for?"

Perhaps, this button can be used to stimulate Jingling's speaking potential? Luo Baobao thought secretly.

In front of me, a young boy as white as spring snow was biting his pink lips, and his cheeks turned red again.

He stared stubbornly at her first button, clenched his small fists with his hands hanging by his sides, and stubbornly refused to speak.

Luo Baobao was defeated.

"Okay, okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. If you don't want to say it, just don't say it. Here, I'll give you the button."

Luo Baobao quickly pulled off the button, grabbed Jingling's little fist, spread it out, and put the button into his beautifully textured palm.

"This is the button my sister gave you. You should keep it."

Zuo Jingling nodded, curled his fingers and clenched the button tightly.

Luo Baobao touched Zuo Jingling's head. It felt so good.

No wonder my brother and uncle like to touch my head. Well, I have to take advantage of the fact that Jingling is shorter than me and touch him more quickly, otherwise I won’t be able to touch him when he grows up.

Luo Baobao took Jing Ling around the room again, and Wang Cuilian came over, holding a bowl of tea in her hand.

As she walked in, she greeted with a smile: "Jingling, let's have a sip of tea!"

Zuo Jingling looked at Wang Cuilian respectfully, the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if to express his gratitude to her.

"Grandma, just give me the tea."

Luo Baobao took the tea bowl and put it on the desk.

Wang Cuilian looked at the two children and nodded with a smile: "Dinner will be served soon. Your mother asked me to come over and let you know."

"Yes, I understand. Jingling and I will be there in a moment."

After Wang Cuilian left, Luo Baobao talked to Jingling for a while. In fact, it was her who was talking. Jingling listened quietly most of the time, and occasionally showed a faint smile.

"Jingling, you look so beautiful when you smile. I have always thought that my brother Chen'er is the most beautiful person in the world. You can compare with him, really."

Luo Baobao looked at the smiling Jing Ling and murmured, it's a pity that Jing Ling doesn't like to smile most of the time.

Especially in crowded situations, my face becomes tense.

Jingling looked at Luo Baobao with gentle eyes, as if thinking about her words.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's go to the front yard to eat!"

Luo Baobao came to his senses and took Jingling's hand.

Jingling took his hand back.

Luo Baobao was stunned for a moment. He thought it was because Jingling was two years older and he was too embarrassed to let her lead him?

Even if he is two years older, he is still a nine-year-old kid. What is there to be embarrassed about?

Jingling took out a polished bracelet from his arms and handed it to her.

"For me?"

Jingling nodded.

The moment Luo Baobao took the bracelet, he found that the bracelet was very light and light.

At first glance, she thought it was a dark red jade bracelet, but now she held it in her hands and realized that the material was not jade at all, but a wooden material similar to tree branches or dried vines.

The dark red color of the bracelet is as dazzling as precipitated chicken blood. It feels round and smooth, with an indescribable texture. It is warm and comfortable. It smells faintly like a heavy rain in summer.

The mountains and fields afterwards are so refreshing.

The end of the bracelet body is inlaid with two thin gold pieces with hollow patterns on them.

On the inside of the bracelet, four eye-catching hairpin flowers are engraved in small regular script: A lifetime without worries.

"Wouyou? Haha, my name is Luo Wuyou!"

Luo Baobao smiled with his eyebrows curled up and his surprise was beyond words.

"Jingling, you bought this bracelet for me, right? Did you also have the words engraved on it?" She put the table on her hand and found that the size was just right, as if someone was measuring her wrist.

As if coming out.

Jingling shook his head, turned around, picked up the brush on the desk, wrote a few words, and held it up for her to read.

"Ah? It turns out you made this bracelet? No wonder, you are so awesome, Jingling!"

Baby Luo was even more surprised now.

A gift bought with money from outside has completely different meaning than a gift made by him.

"What material is this bracelet made of?" Luo Baobao asked curiously.

Jingling smiled and did not write.

"Looks like dried vines? Or wood..." Luo Baobao guessed by himself. Jingling just laughed and didn't give any hints.

In the end, Baby Luo didn't bother to guess anymore. No matter what material it was made of, as long as it came from Jingling's heart, she would like it.

"I will cherish this bracelet. I will wear it no matter where I go, even if I go to the military camp or the battlefield."

Hearing her promise, Jingling smiled happily and nodded vigorously.

In the backyard, two children were exchanging gifts, enjoying the joy of giving and receiving.
Chapter completed!