Chapter 1887

He found himself hungry.

But in the end, he pushed the bowl to the tree again.

"Brother eat, small wood belly is not hungry."

At the beginning of his words, his stomach was purring.

Xiaomu quickly picked up his stomach.

"Brother, it screams, it's not hungry, it's not really hungry."

The small tree will bowl to the younger brother there a push, "you eat, brother is eaten."

"Really?"

Kobayashi doesn't believe it.

"Really."

The little tree pointed to the outside, "my brother is on the table outside, and I eat with him. This is my own rice, which is also left for Xiaomu."

Kobayashi narrowed his eyes and laughed. For him, the only thing in the world for them to eat was a good man.

"Eat it."

The tree touched his little brother's head again, and put the quilt well.

Small wood this is to take up the bowl, big mouthed to eat rice.

This is white rice, and there are a lot of meat. He has never eaten white rice before. He and his brother chewed the bark of the tree and ate the grass roots. All of these are very bad.

And now the white rice, really delicious, fragrant and soft.

He finished the food in the bowl in one breath, and even a grain of rice was not left. He ate it too. His small stomach swelled up, and it was good to sleep with a full stomach.

He had just woken up, but he soon fell asleep again. He still snored sweetly.

There was no hunger, no cold, and no one beat them. Even the dreams they had were sure to be full of food and drink.

In fact, white brother took out a lot of paper for the back of his desk, especially for the back of the tree.

And even if it is to give him white paper, he will not use, at least these used, there are those words written by Berger.

He didn't recognize it, but he could learn to write first. When he finished writing, he would go to ask the young master if he didn't.

That is, he was reluctant to bear the candle. He opened the door and came out. As a result, all the palace lanterns outside were on, or very bright.

He came back again, picked up the papers and walked outside.

Just those cold wind, let him not help but fight a cold war.

It's really cold.

He wrapped up his clothes, found a place to squat down, which is to take out the paper.

He looked at them one by one and drew them on the paper with his little finger.

He does not dare to write with a pen, which is also a waste of paper and the pen.

The light cast by the palace lantern is very bright. It is not worse than a candle at all, or even brighter. I don't know how big the candle is lit in this lamp. No one has ever changed it.

The cold wind blows his little face from time to time, which also brings pain to his little face. However, he still sits here and recognizes these words with great force. When he learns it, he also needs to teach his younger brother. In this way, he and his younger brother are both scholars, and they are worthy of their heavenly spirit.

When the night was deeper, he would pick up all the paper and go to his own room. When he went back, the wood was still sleeping and the quilt was well covered.

And here, even if you don't cover the quilt, it won't be too cold.

The small tree put the paper carefully. He came here and lay down to sleep well. Even now, his hands were scratching in the quilt from time to time.

He forced himself to remember a lot of words.

Although he didn't know what these words were called, he remembered his appearance and writing method.

Another day, the tree was holding those things, carefully ran to a palace lantern, and then sat down, spreading the paper on his legs.

He picked up the pen and began to write in the air. After practicing for several days, his hand did not shake. Although he did not know whether his handwriting was good, at least he should be able to write it now.

Although he can't compare with young master, as long as he continues to work hard, he will certainly be able to make progress. One day, he can also write a good hand.

While he was still practicing calligraphy, a little white thing came from nowhere.

It's still shining.

And this little thing, also squatting in front of him, seems to be wearing a dress.

What is this?

Small tree a crooked head, is also with this strange little thing, big eyes stare small eyes, yes, what is this thing, how to live so strange?

And still wearing clothes.

These clothes are certainly raised by people.

"Ji..."The little thing squats down and stares at the tree, and the tree stares at it.

Still thinking, what is this?

Originally still sitting upright small things, suddenly also Ji called a, toward one side to run.

The small tree with the body of the small thing past, saw a young girl came, and her arms are still holding the strange thing.

That one, as expected, is raised by people.

And obviously, this is what people raise.

Otherwise, where did it get the clothes from?

The girl came over, and the tree quickly put away his things. It was more and more disorderly. It was a cold day, but he was sweating.

And now the girl was standing in front of him.

Although Xiaoshu's temperament is better than that of ordinary children, he is only a seven-year-old child. He will be afraid, worried and even more at a loss.

And the girl is squatting down and picking up the paper on the ground one by one.

"Are you practicing here?"

The girl asked him.

The tree gave a dull nod.

"Why not in the house?"

The girl asked again, and on her shoulder sat the strange thing just now. In addition to its long tail, it looked like a mouse.

In their village, if they encounter rats, they will be killed. Rats are bad things, which will spoil their crops.

But this one is the mouse as a pet, or a fat and big white mouse.

Small tree is again low head, a small hand is frozen red.

"I'm afraid of wasting the candle."

"So you are here?"

The woman pointed to the lanterns above.

"Well," said the little tree, sitting there again, hugging those things in his arms.

"Sister, can you keep a secret for me? I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just learning to write here."

"Sister?"

The woman blinked. "You call me sister?"

"That's the big sister."

Small tree thought, this is a change of address, and not called sister, what is that called, called brother?

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