The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 547: A Bamboo Horse Meets a Green Plum (39)

Jing Qingran really liked this birthday present.

This birthday gift was bought by Changsheng himself for Jing Qingran, or it could be said to be his private money saved by himself.

Of course, this gift is not too expensive. If it is too expensive, the child Changsheng doesn't have much money to spend right now.

Of course, I don't care at all whether this gift is expensive or not, it's mainly because of my heart.

Changsheng gave Jing Qingran a very thoughtful birthday gift.

The two continued walking.

Not long after they left, Jing Qingran said to Chang Sheng: "Can you tell me another story?"

"Of course." Changsheng nodded and looked at her with a smile.

"What story do you want to hear?" Chang Sheng asked her.

"Any kind of story is fine. I like to hear all the stories you tell." Jing Qingran said with a slight smile.

"Alright then." Changsheng nodded.

Then, I was thinking about what kind of story to tell this little sister.

Jing Qingran and Changsheng are together, there is nothing to do, most of the time, Jing Qingran likes to listen to stories told by Changsheng, and Changsheng is also willing to tell her.

The stories that Chang Sheng told were not static, Jing Qingran had never heard of many of the stories he told.

It's a little strange to think about it, Jing Qingran's soul has existed for so many years, and Jing Qingran has never heard many stories told by this child...

Of course, Jing Qingran doesn't like listening to stories very much, and rarely reads story books.

Changsheng is a child who likes to read books. The books he reads are not limited to one type. The books he reads are more and more complicated than those of children of the same age.

He is a four-year-old child who knows many more characters than children of the same age.

His comprehension ability is not bad, he is a very clever boy.

Now, he began to tell stories to Jing Qingran, his voice was a sweet childish voice, it sounded very pleasant, like drinking sweet spring water.

He told the story very earnestly, told the story clearly, carefully explained the details of the story in more detail, and made it easier to understand and understand.

Jing Qingran listened quietly, rarely interrupting, almost never interrupting.

Because, the stories that Changsheng told basically took care of her. There were some things that were difficult to understand, and Changsheng would explain them in more detail. understood.

The two of them were still walking in the garden. The flowers, plants and trees were scattered among them, but they were not barren, giving people a fresh and natural feeling.

After a long time, Chang Sheng finished telling the story, and Jing Qingran also finished listening to the story.

This story was another new one, and Jing Qingran had never heard of it before. Moreover, Jing Qingran found it quite novel.

As the saying goes, 3 minute on stage, ten years off stage.

Chang Sheng put a lot of effort into telling stories to Jing Qingran intentionally or unintentionally. He read more storybooks than before.

These things are also gradually accumulated.

Jing Qingran didn't have any stories to tell him. Although he said that courtesy should be reciprocated, in these respects, there should be no need.

Besides, Changsheng didn't want Jing Qingran to tell him a story.

This little sister is so young, what story do you want her to tell?

Besides, he still prefers to tell stories to this little sister, as long as she is willing to listen.

……

Time passed slowly again, a month later.

time flies.

(End of this chapter)