Chapter 51 Xiao Taozhi's Blood
There was laughter from the audience.
Little Taozhi scratched his head in confusion, then tilted his head to look at Chen Jisui.
Why is everyone laughing? Did Zhizhi recite it wrong?
But Zhizhi remembers that this is what Grandpa Willow taught her...
The little guy slowly climbed down from the stool and scurried over to Chen Jisui with his short legs. He tugged at the corner of his clothes with his little fleshy hands, looked up at a loss, and asked, "Brother, did Zhizhi do something wrong?"
Chen Jisui touched Tao Zhi's little head and said in a clear and cold voice: "No."
"Then why are they all laughing at Zhizhi Duck?" The little guy lowered his head in confusion and twisted his little fingers.
Chen Ji slurred his words, "Because they like you, they are happy to hear you speak."
"Really?" Xiao Taozhi's two big eyes lit up instantly, and she blinked and looked at Chen Jisui.
"Yeah." Shen Jisui nodded.
The little guy believed Shen Jisui's words without a doubt.
After the performance, many guests voted for Xiao Taozhi, but in the end, the number of supporters for the little guy was still a little bit less than that of Xu Nannan.
When the awards were being presented, little Taozhi stood alone and dejectedly in an inconspicuous corner of the stage, staring longingly at the center of the stage, her big eyes almost overflowing with envy.
The bright spotlight made the crown in Shen Jisui's hand sparkle, appearing even more dazzling and beautiful.
Little Taozhi lowered her head and began to twist her little fingers again.
Zhizhi also wants brother Ji Sui to give her a beautiful crown...
Little Taozhi was holding on to the handrail of the stairs by himself. His legs were too short, so the little guy could only climb down slowly, step by step, panting.
She picked up the little bunny doll next to her seat, walked to the door in a gloomy manner, tugged at the corner of the guard's clothes, and asked in a chuckle, "Uncle, do you know where Aunt Yaoyao went?"
The bodyguard was so adorable at the little girl's baby voice that he quickly replied, "Miss Nangong must have gone to the back garden. Go out through this small door, go straight ahead and turn right and you'll be there."
"Okay, thank you uncle~"
The little girl took the little rabbit out and walked along the cobblestone path for a while. When she reached a fork in the road, Xiao Taozhi began to feel distressed.
The uncle just said to turn right, but which side is the right?
The little fellow frowned in worry, walked to the edge of the grass, squatted down, poked the sleeping dogtail grass, and asked, "Brother Dogtail Grass, do you know which side is right?"
Dogtail Grass was in a bad mood when he woke up. He muttered something to curse Xiao Taozhi. Xiao Taozhi didn't understand, but he vaguely knew that it was not a good thing.
"If you don't know, then you don't know. Why are you scolding me..."
Xiao Taozhi muttered softly, and she turned her head to poke the four-leaf clover on the other side.
The four-leaf clover was very gentle. It shook its slender body to shake off the dew on its leaves and asked softly, "How can I help you?"
Little Taozhi asked, "Sister Clover, do you know which side is right?"
"Over there." Clover pointed Tao Zhi in a direction.
Xiao Taozhi was just about to thank Clover and say goodbye, but suddenly heard low crying and a harsh scolding coming from not far away.
Little Taozhi tilted her head and asked, "Sister Clover, what happened?"
Clover looked at the scene of the dispute and explained to Tao Zhi, "Mimosa's father was accidentally stepped on and killed by a clumsy little boy today. She's been crying for most of the day, but Mimosa's neighbor, Hu Cao, has a bad temper and just started yelling at Mimosa."
Little Taozhi followed the sound and squatted down, resting her little head on the plush rabbit doll in her arms, looking at it with her head tilted.
Not only Xiao Taozhi, but many other plants came to watch. They couldn't sleep because of the cursing of the sedge, so they all came to eat and watch the fun.
"Cry, cry, cry, what the hell is there to cry about? You've already been crying for quite some time, isn't that enough? Your dad is an old man, if he's dead, then he's dead. Stop crying here and keeping me awake!"
The voice of the mimosa was rough, and with one roar, the leaves of the mimosa were tightly closed together, and its thin little body could not stop trembling.
"Uncle Cleaver, don't say that about Sister Mimosa! When every flower and every blade of grass encounters something sad, sadness, this big bad guy, will sneak into our hearts and do bad things, disrupting our lives. But if we cry, we can put sadness, this big bad guy, into our tears and tell him to get out!"
"But if you speak so harshly to Sister Mimosa, more sad villains will enter her heart!"
While persuading, Xiao Taozhi pulled the vines of the sedge and moved it further away from the mimosa.
"Where did this blind brat come from?!" Hu Cao was furious. He hated being called Zhu Yangyang the most in his life. "My name is Hu Cao! Hu Cao! I'm not some damn Zhu Yangyang!"
When it comes to the Rubiaceae family, Humulus gets very angry!
All kinds of plants are developing well, except for this pigweed. The variant has become short and soft, and its name is so ugly that it is simply a discredit to their family!
The vine became angry and twitched angrily. With a prick, bright red blood beads suddenly appeared on the little guy's white and tender little fingers.
The little guy quickly retracted his little paws, and she stared at the wound with a wrinkled face. It was only half the size of a fingernail, but the little guy's skin was as tender as tofu, and a small wound looked very serious.
“Oh, it hurts so much…”
The little fellow pouted his lips and blew gently, and bright red blood beads slowly rolled down his fingertips and accidentally fell on the trunk of a dead plant. They rolled down the trunk into the soil and melted into the roots.
Not long after, the four-leaf clover that had been completely dead suddenly stood up slowly. It shook twice and shook off the mud and dust on its leaves.
"Dad!" Mimosa girl stopped crying and shouted in surprise.
Old Mimosa burst into tears: "My dear daughter, Daddy will never walk on the curb again!"
The father and daughter hugged each other and cried.
The mimosa standing by was completely bewildered, staring blankly at the resurrected old mimosa. After a long while, it finally managed to utter, "It's... it's resurrected!"
The onlookers were all very surprised, and the melon-eating grass was so frightened that it fainted on the spot.
Xiao Taozhi stood up and put the bleeding finger into his mouth with an expression as if he was used to it.
Zhizhi remembered that Grandpa Willow had once told her that Zhizhi was a treasure from head to toe!
Xiao Taozhi walked straight in the direction that Clover said, and after a few steps with his short legs, he arrived at the back garden of Nangong's house.
The little guy searched the garden for a long time but couldn't find Nangong Yao. Finally, he was tired and simply sat down on the wooden steps of the wisteria trellis to rest for a while.
Little Taozhi sat side by side with her little rabbit doll. She looked up and saw a half-moon hanging high in the inky black sky, like...
Hmm... looks like half a pancake! Sprinkle with sesame seeds, it's delicious!
Zhizhi wants to eat pancakes woooo X﹏X
Xiao Taozhi picked up a short branch nearby and poked it into the soil to draw circles.
One big pancake, two big pancakes...
The temperature at night is much lower than at noon, and there is a pond next to the flower stand, so it is naturally very cool.
A gust of evening breeze blew gently, lifting the strands of hair on Xiao Taozhi's forehead, and quietly brought the scent of mint and lemon from the person behind her to her nose.
This smell is...
Xiao Taozhi's heart suddenly filled with joy, and she stopped drawing circles instantly. She turned around happily and shouted, "Brother Ji Sui..."
The last two syllables were stuck in his throat like fish bones. The moment he saw the person coming, the smile on the little guy's face froze completely.
How could it be...her?!
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