On the path in the forest.
A tree man, nearly two meters tall, with twisted and vigorous branches, ran very fast in the forest, stepping on his roots that were entangled like human legs, raising clouds of dust along the way.
"Lingling! Uncle Amos is here to take you home!"
Lingling paused in her communication with the two elves and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
After confirming that the voice was indeed Uncle Amos, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he became excited and ran towards him excitedly with a baby voice.
"Uncle——"
Today, Lingling wore two small braids, a beautiful floral dress with delicate patterns on the hem, and a pair of black leather boots. She stood out as she jogged through the woods.
Amos saw the small figure staggering towards him from a distance and ran faster.
When he was almost in front of Lingling, he suddenly braked and picked up Lingling.
"Oh, my little darling, I miss my uncle so much."
Lingling's sweet smile disappeared instantly, and she hurriedly tried to cover Amos's mouth with her little hands.
"No! No! Not dead!"
Amos was annoyed and quickly changed his words: "I'm sorry, honey, uncle was wrong. Uncle meant to say that I miss Lingling so much."
Lingling then smiled sweetly at him, hugged Amos and said, "Lingling misses uncle too. Uncle, thank you for coming to pick me up~"
"Oh, baby, you can really talk~" Amos was so moved that he hugged Lingling even tighter.
The two of them were being affectionate there, but the two elves who followed behind them didn't look too happy.
Nonsense, the sweet and soft little ball is about to leave them, it would be strange if they are happy.
Josiah didn't even want to hand Lingling's cart back to Amos, and even hid it behind his back, trying to prolong the time.
Amos paused from his intimate gesture with Lingling and glanced at Josiah, his eyes carrying a hint of warning.
"Boy, give it to me as soon as possible!"
Josiah paused in hiding his things and reluctantly pushed the cart in front of Amos.
"Here, here, I give it to you. It's not like I won't give it to you anymore. Here are all the things I prepared for Lingling. Just be gentle with her. If you hurt her, she'll cry."
Before Amos could speak, Lingling spoke first. Her soft little face was a little puffy and slightly red.
"Brother, Lingling won't cry! Lingling is a big baby."
She even shook Amos's branch, tilted her little face up, and looked at him seriously for confirmation, "Lingling knows that uncle wouldn't intentionally break Lingling's car, right? Uncle Amos."
On the surface, it seemed like he was speaking up for him, but Amos always felt that his baby was reminding him in advance: "Yeah~ Yeah, no, definitely not this time."
Thor raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.
It’s not easy, the little guy is starting to grow up smart.
The last time he came to pick her up, Amos broke one of her strollers. It was said that poor little Lingling was crying so hard that she wanted to break the branch that had been used too hard.
This time they made this upgraded version of the cart for Lingling, which was reinforced in all directions. I think it won’t break down again.
Amos carefully took the exquisite cart from Josiah, simply thanked Thor and Josiah, and turned away without mercy.
Only the tender white arms that stretched out with difficulty from the dense branches of Amos were left, waving goodbye to the two elves.
"Uncle~Brother~Lingling will come to see you guys soon~"
......
The sun is scorching in the sky on a summer afternoon, but thanks to the lush trees, the temperature in the forest is not very high.
Lingling and Amos, whose faces were flushed from exercise, walked slowly and finally arrived at the territory of the tree people.
Roll, roll, roll, roll.
Lingling was happily pushing her little cart in front, and behind her was Amos who was holding a large leaf to block the sun for her.
On the way, Lingling was afraid that Uncle Amos would get tired of holding her, so she would get off the car from time to time to walk for a while, and push the car to play.
Seeing the familiar scenery around her, Lingling knew she was home.
Standing in the open space, she cleared her throat and cried in a baby voice: "Brother, grandma, Lingling is back! - cough cough."
She shouted a little too loudly and Lingling accidentally choked herself. She quickly took out a small bamboo cup from the cart and took a big sip of juice.
She carefully held the bamboo cup in her little hands and handed it to Amos: "Uncle, would you like a sip? It's delicious."
Amos smiled and shook the canopy.
"Baby, drink it yourself, uncle is not thirsty."
In order to avoid the spirits feeling too strange, the tree people of the tree people tribe have learned to drink fruit juice or cow and goat milk from time to time in recent years, but most of the time they still do not eat or drink, and only absorb spiritual liquid.
Lingling was not surprised to see that she was rejected, and withdrew her hand regretfully.
"Oh my, what a shame, it was so delicious."
Lingling touched the cup lovingly and said to the juice in the cup in a serious manner: "Little juice, wait for Lingling, Lingling will drink you later."
As he said this, the air in the forest suddenly fluctuated twice.
In front of Lingling, two giant trees about ten meters high appeared on the left and right. Their branches miraculously formed an arched gate.
Lingling called Amos inside with familiarity.
"La la la, Lingling is back~"
As the two entered, the air fluctuated twice, and the surroundings returned to the appearance of an ordinary forest.
“Lingling!”
"younger sister!"
As soon as Lingling entered the territory of the tree people, she saw the tree people standing in a group.
It turned out that all the tree people came to pick her up one by one.
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