Chapter 136 Yan Xiaolang's Loss
Xinbao couldn't help but let out a wow sound.
Yan Shenjue untied her, but she was still looking up with her little head up, drooling.
Yan Shenjue said: "Xinbao is playing here, I'll go up and pick it."
Xinbao nodded. Under such a similar situation, she suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned her head to look at him, almost sitting down on her buttocks in such a hurry.
Yan Shenjue stretched out his hand to support her little head: "What's wrong?"
Xinbao stretched out his little finger and poked his stomach: "Aren't you the little one with the injured belly?"
Yan Shenjue: "..."
He couldn't help laughing out loud.
It's been so long, she finally remembered it!
Yan Shen Jue smiled and said, "Yes."
She raised her face and asked, "Is your belly all right?"
He nodded, feeling that she was cute in his heart, he couldn't help but bend down, and kissed her hair lightly: "Okay, it's over a long time ago."
Actually not good.
Stomach injury may not heal within a few months, but since he was a child, injuries are commonplace for him, and he is used to it.
Seeing that the dumpling should not fall, he withdrew his hand, casually pulled a few vines from the side, weaved it into a small basket that was not too big, then jumped up the tree, picked up ripe persimmons that were just right, and One is thrown gently into the basket.
It was obviously far away, but it was as light as if you put your hands in it, and there was no sound at all.
This is the kind of Mopan persimmon, a big one, slightly square, with a groove in the middle, orange-yellow and orange-yellow, Xinbao's saliva drools, went over and took the biggest and biggest one.
Yan Shen Jue said: "Don't eat..." As she jumped down, she was already holding it in both hands, and Ah Wu just took a bite.
Then her whole face wrinkled together.
Yan Shen couldn't help laughing, and took the persimmon from her hand: "This kind of persimmon can't be eaten directly, it needs to be soaked in water to make it not astringent. You..."
Xin Bao didn't open his eyes for a long time, sticking out his little tongue, mumbling indistinctly, "Tongue bean tongue bean..."
"Little greedy cat... I can't help it," the little boy squatted down beside her, amused and anxious: "Take it back first!"
This look is too funny, he held his head and laughed for a long time, took out a handkerchief and put it on her chin, "Please, put your tongue back first."
She clenched her little fists anxiously: "My heart is not hissing..."
Xinbao can't be taken back!
Yan Shen Jue was about to die laughing at her.
He wobbled with laughter, and finally had to hold the tip of her little tongue with a handkerchief, and send it back to her mouth, wiping away the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
Half of Xinbao's small face is wooden, and she can't feel where her mouth and tongue are at all, but once the tongue is back, she can speak, and she said anxiously: "Xinbao's mouth, mouth is still there. ?"
Poof!
Yan Shen Jue burst out laughing again.
How can this little fool be so cute.
Tuanzi finally remembered that she still had her hands. She stretched out her hands and touched them, but her mouth was still there.
Xinbao was relieved, seeing him smiling like this, Tuanzi was very upset, and argued with his face up: "Xinbao doesn't have a mouth, so he can't eat, drink, and kiss you!"
Her eyes were wide open, with a look of "this matter is so serious, are you afraid?", as if she couldn't kiss him, and it was his huge loss.
Yan Shen Jue covered his face with his hands while laughing.
How can you be so funny!
Lovely hearts are about to melt away.
The young boy who is strict and self-reliant has never acted so rudely.
The next moment, he slid his hand down, hugged the little meat ball, and jumped directly onto the tree.
Seeing it from under the tree is completely different from seeing it from above the tree. Xinbao immediately forgot what happened just now, stretched out his hands with bright eyes, and hugged a big persimmon with both hands, exerting all his strength, hehehehe Just took it off.
Yan Shen Jue smiled and took it in his hand, and threw it lightly.
The two played for a long time, and they got down from the tree after filling the baskets.
Yan Shenjue tied the fat dumpling back to his back, carried the basket, and walked down the ravine in a leisurely manner without rushing over the ravine.
After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped.
Xinbao also saw it, pointed and said, "Dog."
Yan Shen Jue frowned slightly: "It's not a dog, it's a fox."
In the grass, a fox that was not too big was looking at them vigilantly.
The two sides confronted each other for a while, maybe it felt that they were not threatening, so it opened its mouth and let out a mournful cry, as if asking for help.
Xinbao almost stood up from his back, staring at him with wide eyes.
This fox has cross marks on its back, it should be a cross red fox, but its fur is a rare reddish-yellow color, just like the color of a persimmon, so it looks like a dog with a long mouth, and its eyes are not slender Yes, but black and round, it looks very cute and very beautiful.
Yan Shen Jue also took a closer look, and said: "It should be injured. Don't worry about it."
He tried to walk around it, but the fox crawled forward, whining in its mouth.
Xinbao asked hesitantly, "Will it die?"
Yan Shen Jue hummed.
In this kind of place, animals that are injured and unable to move are likely to die.
He walked a few steps, and noticed that Tuanzi's hands were tightly grasping his collar, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and said, "Xinbao wants to save it?"
The dumb boy behind him whispered, "I only want to save a little bit."
Yan Shenjue's mouth curved slightly, remembering what she said, only a little bit of craving.
He said: "It doesn't matter, if you want to save it, you can save it. I will watch Xinbao, and nothing will happen. If Xinbao is alone, if you encounter an injured animal, you can't approach it casually. Can you remember?"
Xinbao nodded: "Oh."
As he spoke, he put down the persimmon basket and walked towards it slowly. The little fox stopped barking, raised his head slightly, and looked at them.
Yan Shenjue turned his hands over, palms facing him, signaling harmlessness, and then slowly approached it, like teasing a dog, making him look at his hands.
Tuanzi hung on his shoulder, watching nervously, Yan Chenjue quickly turned the fox over and said, "The leg is broken."
The little fox wailed a few times.
Yan Chenjue walked away, found three vertical branches from the side, and tore off two strips of cloth from his clothes, walked back, and skillfully straightened his legs, compared with the branches, it was neat Tie up the rope.
Then he said: "What should I do? Put it here, it can't forage, it's still dead, or we can take it home and raise it for a few days?"
Xinbao Mengmeng asked: "Is it willing?"
Yan Xiaolang didn't think about this question, he paused before asking: "Is Xinbao willing?"
Xinbao said: "Yes!"
He said lightly: "Then it is also willing."
Xinbao: "..."
It seems that there is a familiar smell of a domineering president wafting out? ?
Then he picked up the little fox with a little disgust. The little fox was just like a human being, and he didn't struggle.
Yan Shenjue trotted a few steps, jumped over the ravine, put the little fox on the ground, jumped back, picked up the persimmon basket, and jumped again... This time he was carrying too much weight, he obviously jumped closer, but he still succeeded He jumped over, picked up the little fox with one hand, and walked down the mountain.
(end of this chapter)