The national school grass is a girl

Chapter 1457 The first thousand 910 two she is too young

The old monk was startled when he heard the words, and chanted Amitabha again, leading Qin Mo into the Buddhist hall.

The scriptures turned to the tenth volume.

The monk's robe floats, and the pen and ink are fragrant.

There was only one sentence left on the paper: "May that little tiger in pajamas have a safe and happy life."

Then, whoever kept an amulet properly and put it on the position closest to the heart.

Whether it is in the army, or studying in a foreign country, or when you are standing in the frontier to defend your home and country after you finish your studies.

There was a man who always wore an amulet that didn't fit his identity.

The day of the fight.

The two children didn't know what was going to happen.

Even the little tiger thought that she would come to Momo after everything was done.

until after dark.

Dad took her to the tombstone, rubbed her hair with his fingers, and told her: "Nine, the best way to protect the most important person is to make others look like she is not that important."

"Otherwise, become stronger and don't leave any traces. You should know that for hackers who live behind the computer, the exposure of traces and private life is fatal."

"Same for you, and so are other hackers."

"You will be the young master from now on. I told you the rules of being a young master a long time ago."

"Protect the people you need to protect, use your keyboard to speak out for injustice..."

Therefore, the little tiger has been enduring.

I learned more things and made more powerful mini games, not just for confession, but mixed with viruses.

She even learned to write calligraphy by herself, read bedtime stories, and roll up her sleeves and tie a scarf.

No more tiger cub pajamas.

Because there is no need to be cute anymore, let alone follow someone with a wagging tail.

Not everyone can give her a piece of candy when she is skinny.

Not everyone is afraid of her toothache and checks the small pockets on her clothes.

A taste drowned in darkness.

Probably, when she was sleeping, she could only hold her small keyboard.

Bo Jiu is still sensible and understands what is going on now.

I endured it for one hundred and one days, three months.

Unable to bear it anymore, it was the first time that he drove alone to An's house.

Knowing that he would get nothing, he ran to the window in a patter.

nobody.

Definitely going back home.

Bo Jiu was wearing a black t-shirt, her temperament seemed to have changed, and the small figure seemed to blend with the darkness.

The old butler watched from the side, he couldn't bear it, and walked over holding a black umbrella: "Young master, go back."

The little figure hung his head and said nothing.

The old butler turned his head away and gradually fell silent.

Later, for a period of time, the young master would always pull him and say how good her little princess was to her, and would stop from time to time.

The old butler still remembered that the master picked up the young master and put it on his neck, letting her grasp her hair while she was asleep. She was dressed in a black windbreaker and looked like she was smiling, but it was more of something else: "Alan , some things, remember too clearly, but more painful, Nine, she is too young."

A casual remark.

But let the old butler understand the meaning of the master.

Slightly hypnotic.

People always hide some memories.

Wait until you meet that person.

Those memories will come back little by little.

When Mr. Bo leaned over, he placed a kiss on the forehead of the little tiger: "Jiu, you must understand who you are."

Know who you are.

Everything will come back.

Have you ever thought about raising someone.

Bo Jiuyou wanted to raise Princess Qin.

Qin Mo also has it, and wants to raise Little Tiger Bo...

(End of this chapter)