Chapter 1747

However, when he looked at it carefully, he found that some lines drawn by Tuanzi were a little disordered, and the pictures that had appeared in his memory were similar to each other.

he never believed in any coincidence, especially such a coincidence that happened again and again.

All in all, he calculated that at least three places in the picture were facing each other. What the Tuanzi drew seemed to be a bit disorderly and was made by children's graffiti. However, if you look closely, you can find traces.

So what does that mean?

Representative, he has seen this picture, Shen Qingci, even Tuanzi.

Even though he and Shen Qingci feel familiar, they still don't know where this is?

Tuanzi tilted his small head, also stretched out his small hand, pointed to.

"Road."

"Yes."

Brand Heng considers nodding, "is the road."

"Trees."

Xiaotuanzi pointed to it again.

Although he couldn't really see what was that black and hazy, it was Tuanzi's own painting. Even though his painting skills were limited, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with this painting.

"Stone," he said again.

He rubbed his little head.

"Tuanzi is so good. Tell grandfather what else is left here. Grandfather knows that Tuanzi still hasn't finished painting, isn't it?"

"Well," Tuan Tzu put more effort on his head. Tuan Tuan didn't finish his drawing. Besides, he also calculated by breaking his little finger.

"There are big houses, fragrant things, lots of little brothers and sisters to play with the group, and a lot of shelves with lots of bottles on them."

Brand Heng care will turn over the map, but also put in front of themselves.

Suddenly, he was a smile, and then put the picture on his body, and then took the soft cloth, but also for the small group of children to wash up, the ink on his body bit by bit is also washed clean.

Then he was replaced by several barrels of water, which was to wash him white and clean, even a little black spots were not left.

When the nurse held a clean small group, even if it was a sigh of relief, fortunately, this is clean, fortunately, this is also nothing.

As for Tuanzi, he is already asleep. He doesn't care what happens outside. He just needs to sleep with him. Even if he sleeps until the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark.

At this time, it was very late, and there was no such thing as Lu Heng and Shen Qing. No matter how much time he stayed in Junwang's mansion, he was back in the mansion.

Shen Qingci sat on the carriage and began to feel drowsy. Before he got to the mansion, he was already asleep.

"Ah Ning?"

He patted her face.

"Well..." Shen Qingci opened his eyes and said, "is it here?"

"Here we are. After a while, we will take a bath and then have a good sleep."

"OK," Shen Qingci promised. She reluctantly picked up her spirits and listened to the words of brand Heng. She took a bath, which also washed away the tiredness of the whole body, and felt that the whole person was relaxed. If she went to the house, she went to tiger skin to see the brand white. Today, she didn't take care of this little thing all day long. All of them were white plum Take care of it. As long as you give it enough meat, it will sleep and digest itself. Now it is still sleeping in the nest.

She pulled up the skin of the tiger and carefully covered it on the fox. Then she patted the fox's head with her fingers. This was just before the collapse. She wanted to wait for a moment to ponder over it. She also wanted to talk to him more. As a result, as soon as she got on the pillow, she was already asleep. As for other things, she couldn't remember any more.

But because of her usual habits, she went to bed too late. If she didn't get up at night, she would have to sleep till tomorrow morning.

As for the brand Heng to worry about, his person already is in the study, the hand is also holding a piece of yellow silk cloth to look at.

That's true.

He put down the silk cloth, also took a page, spread it on the table, and then put a paperweight on the top.

This is the pen. What are you drawing on the paper?

After a chicken crow, he put down the pen in his hand, dried the ink on the paper, and then carefully rolled up the picture, which was put back into the cabinet.

He wanted to go back to the house, but then he remembered the smell of ink in his body. Finally, he went to the bathroom. After bathing, he returned to the room again.

"Ji..."

Scalded white crawls out of the tiger skin. It's full of sleep, and it's full of sleep. Of course, it's hungry now, isn't it?

"Ji..."

It called again, and climbed up along the legs of brand Heng. It also got into the arms of brand Heng and looked at the master eagerly.

Master, the fox is hungry.got it. When he picked up its small body with one hand, he could only take it out first and let the servant take some things to feed it.

This small one will eat as long as he wakes up. When he is full and goes to sleep, he still has to eat his small stomach, but the meal is not free.

It's only a few days. Now it has grown a lot. Of course, it doesn't look like a white mouse.

Maybe blanching is the way to recover itself, so if it is eaten, they will feed it, as long as it does not break its own stomach.

The servant quickly helped to blanch and cook some meat, all of which were wild animals.

Blanche jumped to the table and ate on the small plate. He ate up the meat and even the soup. When he was full, he jumped into the host's arms and wanted the master to help him rub his stomach. However, he found that the master did not know when he was asleep. He propped up his forehead with one hand, Eyes are also closed, between the nose and breath, also issued a very uniform breathing sound.

Small brand white lies on the host's shoulder, also bit the host a piece of sleeve cover on the body, and then next to the master is also sleeping up.

Until he opened his eyes again, the little thin fox was not photographed on the ground by this moving sleeve.

He reached out his hand in a hurry, and he caught the little fox in his own hand, but the little fox still shrunk his own into a small group, and he was still sleeping soundly.

He picked up the little white ball and stood up. He also walked towards his own room. When he entered, Shen Qingci was still sleeping, breathing long and snoring. It can be seen that this is really sleep. He went over and put the brand white in the tiger skin nest. He pulled the tiger skin to cover it. Then he came again. Sitting in front of Shen Qingci, he also tucked in the quilt for her. He just sat there and continued to keep his eyes closed.

And when Shen Qingci wakes up, it's light outside. Fortunately, he doesn't sleep until three strokes a day.

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