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Chapter 10 Dreaming is making a bed

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    Xiao Qi was doing homework in the living room, and Xiao Langhua moved a small chair to sit beside him.  The chair was very high, and Xiao Langhua's feet were hanging in the air, shaking and shaking, but his hands were folded and placed on the table upright, like a primary school student who was listening to the class seriously.

    "Cousin, what are you doing?" Xiao Qi stopped writing and looked at Xiao Lang Hua curiously, with a gentle and doting expression on her face.

    "Cousin, cousin, do you think I look like a primary school student?" Xiao Langhua tilted her head and asked with a smile.

    Xiaoqi said: "Primary school students, primary school students must wear red scarves."

    Xiao Langhua stared at the red scarf on Xiaoqi's chest, her eyes sparkling, "Cousin, cousin, can you lend me your red scarf to wear? Then I will become a primary school student."

    Xiaoqi said: "Only when you become a Young Pioneer can you wear a red scarf, but, okay."

    Xiaoqi took off the red scarf and tied it for Xiaolanghua. While tying it, she recited the mantra: "Press the left tip to the right tip, turn the bottom tip around, pull the bottom tip on the fork, and the bottom tip goes through the circle!"

    After putting on the red scarf, Xiao Langhua slipped off the table and ran to look in the mirror.  The red scarf on Xiao Langpo's chest in the mirror is particularly eye-catching.  Little Langhua was so happy, she ran over like flying, climbed back to the chair and sat down, put her hands on the table, and said excitedly: "Cousin, cousin, I am a primary school student, I  I can be your deskmate now."

    At the same table, Xiaoqi thought of Lin Yuting who was crying.

    "Cousin, cousin, I will never poke your arm with the tip of a pen, scratch the back of your hand with my nails, tear up your homework book, tear up your test paper, and sue the teacher to punish you.  " Xiaolanghua's head turned into a rattle, her little face glowed against the red scarf, "I'm wearing a red scarf, I want to be a good boy, I won't bully my cousin."

    Xiaoqi frowned, it turned out that Lin Yuting had done so many bad things.

    "She has done so many bad things, how can she still have the face to cry?" Lang asked Xiaoqi.

    Yes, why do you still have the face to cry?

    "And you, why are you still soft-hearted?"

    Yes, why are you still soft-hearted?

    "You are always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted, and you take all the problems on your own" Lang sang an old song to Xiaoqi again, and stringed the lyrics together, "Very hurt, very hurt, don't make yourself so bad  desolate¡­¡­"

    "Brother, brother," Xiao Langhua ran after the waves, with a bright red scarf fluttering on her chest, "Is your dream to sing?"

    Lang waved his hands in guzheng armor in front of Xiao Langhua: "My dream is to be a guzheng player!"

    Xiao Langhua let out an "oh", covered her mouth with her hands, shrunk her shoulders, bent over with a smile, and was embarrassed because she guessed Lang's dream wrong, "My childhood dream was to make a bed!"

    Ha ha ha ha ha.

    Lang laughed.

    Xiaoqi also laughed.

    "When I was a child? How old are you now!" Lang said.

    "I am four years old now, and I was three years old when I was a child!" Xiao Langhua stretched out her two hands, and her ten fingers spread out like a fan.

    Ha ha ha ha ha.

    Lang laughed even louder.

    Xiao Qi also laughed louder.

    "Little Langhua, which hand of yours is four and which hand is three?" Lang patted Xiao Langhua's head lovingly.

    Xiao Langhua looked at her two hands seriously, which hand is four and which hand is three?

    Xiaolanghua couldn't figure it out, she clapped her hands, and walked towards Xiaoqi as if nothing had happened, shaking her two little hands: "Cousin, cousin, what was your childhood dream?"

    Xiaoqi thought about it seriously, but couldn't remember it anymore.

    Xiao Langhua asked again: "Cousin, cousin, what is your dream now?"

    Xiaoqi thought hard, buried himself in writing homework again.

    Dreams, he has no dreams.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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