"You grew up like this..."
Little Bingtuozi turned his head and looked at his chubby baby face.
She frowned, stretched out her hands to grab his face, rubbed it, and pulled it, causing Li Mo to grin, but she pouted her lips, not very satisfied.
"Hiss... Don't worry, you'll know once I draw it."
How do you want to draw yourself?
Little Painter Li fell into deep thought. He gently poked his face with the butt of his brush. After pondering for a while, his dark eyes lit up.
I was also drawing that day.
And I accidentally got ink on my face...
The scenes in his memory that did not belong to this time appeared on the paper little by little.
So the sunset at Qiu Shui Pavilion that day illuminated today's drawing paper.
The boy in the painting is standing aside, drawing the girl in the painting, with some ink stains on his cheerful and handsome face...
"There is a certain charm in her eyes and eyebrows." Ying's mother nodded.
"Where is the charm? Brother Li is big and strong. Xiao Mo must have deliberately made himself look better."
Ying Xuliang smacked his lips like a dead duck, feeling mixed emotions.
When I see how the Li family kid has grown up, why do I feel like he deserves a beating for some unknown reason?
"Boys take after their mothers when they grow up."
Ying's mother smiled gently and didn't let her husband find fault.
Everyone knows.
The father-in-law looked at his son-in-law and became more and more angry. The mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law and became more and more happy.
wrong.
It seems a bit inappropriate to say whether they are in a complicated mood. How old are these two kids? Child marriage is...
“….”
The setting sun illuminated the sunset in the painting, and also illuminated Xiaoying's icy mirror-like eyes, breaking through the snow in her eyes.
She couldn't help but reach out her hand and gently touch the face of the boy in the painting, letting her fingertips be stained with a trace of ink.
"How is it? The painting is good."
Little painter Li looked up, feeling a little proud.
Then I felt a chill in my philtrum.
"?"
The little hand with ink-stained fingertips poked his philtrum.
"Well, now it looks more like the painting."
Xiao Yingbing spoke softly and glanced at her parents who were talking beside her, and her clear eyes turned complicated.
“Let’s eat dumplings!”
The New Year’s Eve dinner in the Ying family compound is about to begin. After eating the dinner, they will worship their ancestors, tell them about the major events that have happened in the family in the past year, and ask the ancestors to bless them with good luck in the coming year.
This is similar to the tradition of other ordinary families in Qinghe County.
Soon, in front of the brightly lit ancestral hall, dumplings were bubbling in a large pot in the open air, the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time, and the gray night was tinged with the smell of fireworks.
The Ying family is a large family with a profound history.
At the New Year's buffet, neighbors and even people from the county can come to eat and join in the fun, which is a sign of prosperity for the family.
Li Mo sat there with a frown on his face, looking at the little lump of ice beside him.
Little Ice Tube is still Little Ice Tube, which means that there is still no sign of waking up from the dream.
Little Yingbing picked up the dumplings, his eyes a little dazed, looking at the Ying family compound in the New Year.
"Madam, where's the vinegar? How can we eat dumplings without vinegar?"
The old father Ying Xuliang looked at the two little ones and asked Mrs. Guan to bring some vinegar, preparing to give the dumplings a good bath.
"You are really... Bing'er finally has a friend, that's a good thing."
"I know, but I just want something sour."
"Then you eat. I'll go find a red envelope for Xiao Mo. We can't lose our manners."
Ying Xuliang was eating dumplings: "Why hasn't he returned home to have the New Year's Eve dinner?"
"You forgot that the Li family had the New Year's Eve dinner late." Ying's mother reminded.
"Yes, Brother Li is probably out here inspecting public security. If he passes by later..."
"Daddy, eat dumplings."
A pair of chopsticks holding a dumpling was handed to me, and the chopsticks were held by a small hand.
Ying Xuliang’s eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned for a long time.
Is it Bing'er?
At this moment, the old father suddenly felt like crying. Bing'er has never liked communicating with others since she was a child, and she is the same towards her parents. There are also gossips in the county that his daughter is a fool.
Bing'er seems different today.
"Good, delicious, these dumplings are really fragrant."
"Well, Xiao Mo, you eat too."
Ying Xuliang was stunned for a while, then smiled.
Ying's mother also came back with two red envelopes in her hands:
"Happy New Year, Xiao Mo, take the red envelope, and bring Bing'er out to play more often in the future."
"Thank you, auntie."
Li Mo put the red envelope in her pocket and looked at Xiao Bingtuozi seriously. She stuffed the red envelope into her arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, satisfied and happy.
“….”
All right.
Anyway, this is just a dream. Even if you really encounter a disaster beast in the dream, it doesn’t matter. Even if you die in the dream, at most your soul will be weak for a while.
Why do you have to wake up?
At least in his dreams, he can face his childhood fears with little Bingtuozi, and that is enough.
After a while.
The banquet was almost over, and at the call of the clan elders, the children of the Ying family entered the ancestral hall.
The night seemed to be darker.
In the very center of the ancestral hall stood a large incense burner, with incense sticks as thick as a child's arm stuck in it, making the ancestral tablets enshrined behind it appear dim in the smoke.
Not only the tablet, the Ying family also has a gilded statue of an ancestor, which looks like a woman. It is not an exaggeration to describe the workmanship as miraculous.
“This statue is very impressive.”
"That is the statue of our ancestors, but it was made by a famous craftsman."
Ying Xuliang looked up and thought that Xiao Li Mo had good taste.
"Master craftsman..."
Li Mo withdrew his gaze and thought to himself that it was no wonder that he vaguely sensed a sense of the power of all living beings from above, mixed with the will of gods.
"Go burn incense."
Ying's mother brought two incense sticks.
"Should I go too?"
"Go ahead, now that you're here."
Xiao Bing'er has never paid homage to her ancestors, so Ying's father and mother mainly want to see if she will follow along if the boy from the Li family is there to take care of her.
Li Mo nodded, took the incense, and looked at the little ice ball:
"Let's go?"
“….”
Little Yingbing seemed not to hear anything, and stared at the dark night outside the ancestral hall.
yes.
Li Mo was suddenly surprised. When did it become so quiet outside? There was not a single sound at all?
Following Xiao Bingtuozi's gaze, Li Mo's pupils shrank slightly.
It was a strange beast with a pitch-black body, four legs on the ground, black horns on its head, and eyes like scarlet lanterns. It was somewhat similar to the legendary Qilin, but without any auspicious meaning. It was ugly and ferocious.
Its huge lantern eyes stared straight at the two little people.
To be precise, it was looking at Xiao Yingbing.
"Hehehe...you're finally back."
Little Ice Tuft's face suddenly turned white like frost and snow.
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