Zhou Xiang was dissatisfied, "Do you underestimate me?"
Ling Ran quickly shook his head, "No."
"No, I don't believe it. Let's have a competition. If I can't kick you away, then I'll believe it."
Zhou Xiang had long wanted to compete with Ling Ran, and this time, he finally found an excuse.
Seeing her eager expression, Ling Ran agreed and let her give it a try to see if there is always someone better.
The two stood in the middle of the yard, and Ling Ran said, "I won't move, so you kick me!"
"Okay!" Zhou Xiang was very excited and she must use all her strength.
Run up and lift your legs!
Ling Ran stretched out his hands to block her feet, and they both retreated more than ten steps and stopped.
Zhou wanted to retract his legs, his head hanging, feeling very discouraged. "I don't even have this advantage anymore?"
Ling Ran comforted her, "As long as you don't meet someone like Ping Zhengping who has been trained since childhood, it's okay!"
Zhou Xiang glanced at him and said, "Your comfort is not sincere at all. Who in Country R isn't trained from a young age? I'm probably funny to them, right?"
Ling Ran was choked. This was true, but he didn't want to see the little girl like this.
"Then, use the powder, Wuli San, and sprinkle it all over his face."
Medicine powder?
"Yes! Does your captain have any powder that can make you extremely strong?"
Ling Ran shook his head, "Probably not. Otherwise, why wouldn't he give it to us? Do I still need your dried fruit to help me?"
Dried fruit? Looks like I'll have to keep using it, and use more.
Zhou wanted to run back into the house, but Ling Ran had just washed his hands when she ran out again.
Throwing him a cloth bag, "Here are some dried fruits, better than the original ones. We should eat and drink them often. Put some in the soup too. I need to gain strength."
Originally, she thought that she was powerful enough as she could kick out 700 to 800 kilograms of force, so she stopped using these 4 types of dried fruits.
Then Ling Ran's eyes flickered. This silly girl, he was the one who cleaned the room. How could he not know what was in it? He had also carried that backpack.
"Okay! Put some in your tea and soup every day."
After being recorded, Ping Zhengping could only calm down temporarily.
Sunday came again in a blink of an eye. Xiao Xiaoxiao told Zhou Niao that she didn't need to pick her up, she would come by herself, but asked her to prepare plenty of fried chicken legs and fried milk.
After Jiang Weihua heard what his eldest nephew said, he arranged for Xiao Gu to buy chicken legs again.
When Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran arrived, they only saw the eldest brother but not Xiao Xiaoxiao, so they asked the eldest brother if he was going to pick her up.
Zhou Niao shook her head, "Sister Xiaoxiao said her driver would bring her over."
"oh!"
In that case, let’s wait!
Who knew that it wasn't just Xiao Xiaoxiao who was waiting, there was also an old man following behind her.
The old man walked with a swift and powerful gait, his voice resonant, "Hua boy, I'm here to give you a warm home. If you ask me, you should have moved out a long time ago. Don't you feel suffocated living with your hypocritical parents?"
Without waiting for Jiang Weihua to answer, he stuffed the two bottles of wine in his hands into his hands.
"Do you have more fried chicken legs? I brought some wine. How delicious is it to have a sip of wine and a bite of meat?"
Jiang Weihua felt dizzy the moment Mr. Xiao came in. Coupled with his loud voice, he couldn't think straight. Could it be that he was really old?
It wasn't until the wine was stuffed into his hand that he came back to his senses, "Uncle Xiao."
"Hey! You're such a good kid, you're polite and good at studying. It's a pity you were born into the wrong family. Wouldn't it be great if you were born into my family?"
From the moment the old man came in to his loud voice, Zhou Xiang had liked this old man Xiao very much. Now, hearing what he said, she felt like laughing.
This should be the unanimous feeling of all parents about "other people's children", right? It's just that other parents only think about it in their hearts, while he said it directly.
No wonder he doesn't get along with Chief Jiang! With that kind of temper, it's strange that he can get along with Chief Jiang, who still retains all the ancient etiquette. What's more, he covets Chief Jiang's children.
I really don't know why Chief Jiang, a former bandit, preserved this ancient ritual! Is it to commemorate the first incumbent? Or is he himself the son of an aristocratic family? No one knows.
Jiang Weihua invited Mr. Xiao into the main hall and asked him to sit at the head of the table, but he refused.
"Humph! That's the master's seat. Even a rough fellow like me knows that."
Then, the top seat is left vacant.
Everyone sat together on the chairs with reclining backs against the east and west walls.
Old Master Xiao looked at Zhou Niao and saw that his eyes were clear, which made him feel favorable towards him. He thought that he was as innocent as his daughter Xiaoxiao and not really stupid.
"Niao Niao, Xiao Xiao said you can draw? Can I see it?"
Zhou Niao paused, then shook his head, "The paintings are all in the yard over there."
Jiang Weihua felt a little regretful. He only remembered to get more rooms so that more people could stay, but he forgot to leave a studio for Niao Niao.
When Mr. Xiao got this answer, he was choked and thought of another trick, "Let's go over and take a look together. There is still some time before dinner."
This time, Zhou Niao nodded, "Okay! Let's go and see it!"
Now, everyone moved together and walked to Zhima Hutong.
When Grandpa Xiao saw the small courtyard in Zhima Hutong, he was not surprised at all, because his granddaughter said that it was a very small courtyard and it was indeed not big.
But compared with their big two-story house, it's pretty good for ordinary families and very clean.
The two back rooms were used as a woodshed, filled with firewood, which was stacked neatly and not messy.
Jiang Weihua and Zhou Xiang Lingran were waiting in the yard, letting Zhou Niao take the grandparents and grandchildren to see the paintings.
The blind old lady quietly asked Zhou Xiang, "Who is this? He looks like a high-ranking official, with a lot of authority. Do you want to prepare lunch?"
Zhou was surprised by the blind lady's eyes. They were quite useful! "No need. We are having dinner at Senior Jiang's place. The old man is Grandpa Xiao Xiaoxiao, an old revolutionary."
When the blind lady heard this, she immediately showed respect. "Old revolutionary! You have made great contributions to the liberation of Longguo."
In the attic, Grandpa Xiao was also shocked when he saw Zhou Niao's paintings. This must be what those artists call spirituality, right?
Each painting has its own central feature and is very expressive. It is just like what my granddaughter said: what the people in the painting do is what the people who see the painting want to do!
But, "Niao Niao! Why are most of your paintings of your sister?"
"My sister is unique! All her emotions are very strong, which inspires me a lot. That's why I like to draw her. She's very kind to me. She found Teacher Sun to teach me how to sketch, and later, she found Teacher Mao to teach me how to paint. I love my sister so much that my first art exhibition was called "Sisters."
Old Master Xiao confirmed once again that Zhou Niao was not stupid, but was young at heart, just like his granddaughter. It was good this way, as the two of them had a playmate, and Xiaoxiao wouldn't be bullied by those naughty kids.
Back in Mianhua Hutong, Old Man Xiao praised Zhou Xiang, "You're great. You've nurtured your eldest brother, making him a person with love and light in his heart. He's also allowed his heart to be filled with art and find his own value."
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