He touched the words and patterns on the painting, becoming more and more excited as he looked at them, with obsession and fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
The crazy emotion made Song Jinqiao almost think that the male in front of him was a lunatic.
"Grandpa Hai?" Song Jinqiao whispered, "Is there any problem?"
Grandpa Hai seemed not to hear her words and continued to stare at the calligraphy in a daze, while Mu sat leisurely beside him, as if he was very familiar with the scene in front of him.
Song Jinqiao frowned and was about to ask again when Grandpa Hai suddenly stared at her with the same crazy and obsessed look.
"Where did you get this thing from?!"
It was obvious that if there had not been a stone table between them, he would have stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders.
Song Jinqiao laughed dryly and said, "It's nothing. It was made by someone from my tribe. I took note of it the last time I saw it."
In the end, it was Bo Mu who spoke up and saved the uncomfortable Song Jinqiao.
"Grandpa Hai, can this be made?"
Being interrupted, Grandpa Hai gave him an unpleasant look, but still asked, "When do you want it?"
"On the day of the song and dance banquet."
Grandpa Hai pondered for a moment, counted on his fingers and muttered something, and finally nodded.
"Sure, just come and get it that morning."
The matter was settled just like that. Song Jinqiao was delighted and was about to thank him when Grandpa Hai suddenly said cautiously, "Little female, can you leave this thing here so I can look at it for a few more days and then return it to you in a few days."
Song Jinqiao was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said generously, "Grandpa Hai, this is for you."
"What!" Grandpa Hai's body trembled, and he looked at her in disbelief, "This... How can this be..."
You know, these things are very important to a tribe.
Song Jinqiao smiled and said, "It's okay, Grandpa Hai, take it."
Then she thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I just hope that when you tell others about it, you can say that this thing came from a tribe called Huaxia."
Grandpa Hai wanted to give her some things, but Song Jinqiao thought about it, picked a few and declined.
On their way back, Mu suddenly asked, "What kind of tribe is Huaxia?"
Song Jinqiao shrugged and said cheerfully, "It's just a tribe."
Having said that, he left, jumping around and looking like he was in a very good mood.
Mu looked at her back, lost in thought.
Song Jinqiao was in an unusually good mood today and was humming a song while making clothes.
"What's wrong with Qiao Qiao? You seem to be in a good mood." A figure pressed forward, and a strong chest pressed against her back.
Song Jinqiao was picked up by him with a smile, and she put her arms around his neck, hanging on him, and said with a smile: "Today I went to see Grandpa Hai, the mermaid who makes musical instruments..."
Then he started talking a lot.
"Huaxia..." Baidi pondered these two words in his mind, "Is this Qiaoqiao's former tribe?"
Song Jinqiao thought for a moment and said, "I guess so. Actually, it should be said that it is a country."
"Country?" The unfamiliar word made Baidi's pupils shrink slightly, and he seemed to be thinking, "What is a country?"
Song Jinqiao gestured and said, "It's just several cities connected together, like a larger royal city."
"We all speak the same language, are of the same ethnicity, and have experienced the same history."
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