Chapter 38

Song Xijiao returned to the kitchen and continued to drive out bamboo chips.

She murmured in her heart, and she didn't know if she could succeed this time, but she still made it seriously while doubting.

The bamboo pieces slowly turned into tiny pieces of foam under song Xijiao's hands. Song Xijiao repeatedly touched the bamboo pieces with her hands until she felt that there was no hard stuff mixed in, and then she put the pieces into the water.

I remember the documentary said that the foam should be soaked for a full night.

Song Xijiao also dare not neglect, first part of the crumbs into the bucket, the other part of the sun dry standby, in case of emergency.

The wooden bucket that usually holds water is now soaked with half of the foam. The inside of the barrel is reflecting the green of bamboo pieces, which is very beautiful.

In order to ensure that the bamboo slices can be completely soaked, song Xijiao also added a few spoonfuls of salt water.

Finally, a layer of clean white cloth was covered on the wooden bucket. Song Xijiao carefully looked at it several times and was sure that there was no problem. Then she left at ease.

"Oh, I'm so tired!" After shooting bamboo slices all morning, song Xijiao stretched out exhausted and felt only pain in her back.

She patted her arms and walked into the courtyard. Seeing Zhong Chun still sitting on a bamboo chair, she carefully poked holes in the rainproof cloth. She could not help but take the opportunity to observe him quietly.

After so many days, song Xijiao hasn't seen Zhong Chun's face seriously. In fact, he is very handsome, with sparse eyes, straight and thin lips. I don't know if it's the relationship between hunting in the mountains all the year round, and his skin has become light wheat color. Black hair from the temples and the top of the head into a strand, scattered in the back of the head, looking a little uninhibited, but also some casual.

Song Xijiao held up her chin and was fascinated.

Zhong Chun noticed her gaze. At first, he could pretend that there was nothing. After a while, he could not help but look back at her, and then continued to poke the hole in the net.

When song Xijiao was looked at by him, she suddenly felt a little guilty, as if she had been discovered carefully. She quickly moved her eyes and pretended that nothing had happened. She didn't find anything to do.

The prey has been sorted out by Zhongchun for a long time. The firewood has been chopped, and the clothes have been washed. She turns around for a long time. Finally, she comes back to Zhongchun and says uneasily, "the original pulp has been finished. Do you need any help here?"

"What do you think? You go over there and poke, and I'm almost done here. " Zhong Chun was not polite and handed the other side to song Xijiao.

Two people sat face to face, each with a bamboo stick in their hands, which looked like a tacit understanding.

"Look, father and mother." Chestnut idle boring, and ran to play with the bottle, but this time no longer holding the full yard running, but squatting on the ground pounding. After that, I was excited to share it with song Xijiao.

"Chestnut, what's in your bottle? It's beautiful. " Song Xijiao asked with cooperation.

"I put my mother's remaining bamboo sticks in it," he said Chestnut said, but also specially put the bamboo stick into an interesting shape, lying on the top of the bottle staring straight.

Seeing this, Zhong Chun was afraid that song Xijiao would not be happy. However, when he looked at the past, he saw that she was even more brilliant than chestnut.

Song Xijiao listened to chestnut's childlike voice, and her exhaustion was swept away. She still had to be a child. A little thing can make her happy!

If only she could be as simple as chestnuts, she would be happy. Song Xijiao poked her net pocket and became childish. She poked at the rainproof cloth at will and drew several patterns from time to time.

Song Xijiao drew the shape of a little pig, and specially pointed the pig's eyes. After drawing, she showed it to Zhong Chun with pride.

Zhong Chun took a look, but he couldn't help looking up at Song Xijiao. He said in a funny way, "how can you be like a chestnut, or a child?"

"Did I draw it?" Song Xijiao is proud to show off her works. She has eight years of painting skills. It is hard for her to draw a simple pig. The vivid pig in front of her is the best proof.

Zhong Chun waved his hand to the chestnut enjoying the butterfly: "come here, chestnut. Do you think the painting by your mother looks good or not?" Zhong Chun held the chestnuts in his arms and asked in a low voice.

Chestnut pointed to the pig's eyes and said, "Dad, my mother draws like this!" He clapped his hands excitedly. "Mother, is this really your painting?" Finish saying, still put out a hand playfully to touch pig's nose.

"Yes, chestnut. Is your mother good?" Song Xijiao said and reached for chestnuts to come to her arms. "Come on, chestnuts, come here. Do you think this pig looks good. Do you want your mother to teach you?"

"Really, I can draw, too?"

Chestnut's round eyes turned and fell into song Xijiao's arms.

"Of course you can draw. My mother teaches you. It's very simple." Song Xijiao took a bamboo stick and handed it to chestnut.

She wrapped the chestnuts in her palm and said softly to the little meat hand, "come, follow your mother."

Song Xijiao's hand was waving on the coarse cloth, and the chestnuts cleverly followed song Xijiao's swing: "you see, if you paint here again, is the pig's rudiment coming out?"Song Xijiao sketched out the shape of a pig with a few strokes, and the chestnut's eyes were all shining out: "my mother is so powerful. I drew it so quickly."

Song Xijiao smiles triumphantly and slowly releases Chestnut's hand to let him move by himself.

Chestnut specially drew two big eyes and pursed his mouth to explain: "this pig is like a chestnut. It's as big as chestnut's eyes. I'll name it Xiaoli, OK?"

Hearing this, Zhong Chun couldn't help laughing: "this eye is really the same as you."

Satisfied with the bamboo stick, chestnut began to draw at will, sometimes want to add a pigtail, sometimes want to add a tail, the result is not the same, pigs are not like pigs, eyes are not like eyes.

Finally, chestnuts looked at their finished products and chucked their lips unhappily: "mother, it's not like a pig any more." He threw the stick aside and stopped drawing.

The little pig just painted was destroyed. The chestnuts drooped. He was so disappointed that he didn't want to say anything. He muttered to himself that I was stupid.

Song Xijiao noticed the depression of chestnut mood. In the past, she picked up the bamboo sticks that had been thrown on the ground and said with a smile, "chestnut, come here."

She added a few strokes to the painting with a bamboo stick, but after two strokes, she became another playful pig.

Seeing the pig coming back again, chestnut's face showed a smile again. He pulled Zhongchun's sleeve and asked him to come and have a look: "Dad, look! The little pig is back, and there are more pigtails. "

Chestnuts are laughing happily. Zhong Chun purses his lips and looks up at Song Xijiao, who is also smiling. Although he is just a simple pig, it is quite a test of Kung Fu.

He could not help but wonder, when did this girl have such ability?

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