Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Speaking of which, it was the first time for Helang to come into contact with skateboards. He only tried to stand up after the servants said that he loved to play with them before, but then he moved his feet as they said and swiped back hard. , But I didn't expect that I couldn't stop after such a slip.

Fortunately, the living room at home is very large, allowing him to slide for a long distance. His body moves quickly, the wind blows across his cheeks, and his swaying body, which has not yet mastered his balance, seems to be about to fall in the next second. He couldn't help laughing.

Noticing the gaze at the door, Helang was slightly startled, and wanted to stop, but the wheels with spare power led him into the arms of this stranger. He was still young, but he already looked like a teenager. The thin and thin chest is unexpectedly strong, and it seems very reliable to be able to hold him firmly after being bumped by his strength.

Maybe it's the child's mind of the body that affects him too thoroughly, he even wants to nestle in this embrace for a while.

Helang waited for him to let go, but found that the person in front of him was extremely dull, after hugging him, he seemed to be frozen, and he didn't understand words.

Helang raised his head slowly, and poked the person who seemed like a wooden stake suspiciously.

Jiang Jingda let his little hand poke him, blinked, for some reason, he seemed to have forgotten how to let go.His eyes were filled with the image of a child, exquisite and cute, clean and beautiful, completely different from the children he had seen in the orphanage, so he couldn't help but want to look at it for a while.

Being stared at by the newcomer with such ambiguous eyes, Helang rolled his eyes and said, "Who are you, why are you looking at me like this?"

Although he probably already had the answer in his heart, he still wanted to confirm it again and listen to him speak in person, but he seemed to ask too quickly...he didn't change the way he spoke.

Helang is gradually getting used to this world, but it is not so easy to change the way of speaking that he has lived for many years. People in this family only think that he has watched too many costume dramas, and no one blames him or asks him to correct it. Come here, he just said whatever he wanted, but would the person in front of him think he was strange?It's like those people met him for the first time.

Hearing the child's words, Jiang Jingda immediately withdrew his gaze, lowered his gaze, and tried to cover his emotions with long eyelashes, but couldn't help laughing because of the way he spoke.

Helang keenly caught the small fluctuations in his emotions, pouted his lips pretending to be unhappy, and asked if he was secretly laughing at him.

A trace of panic flashed across Jiang Jingda's calm eyes. Hearing that the child had a bad temper, he was afraid he would make him angry, so he didn't want to talk to him, so he shook his head immediately.

"Young master, this is your new brother, Jiang Jingda whom Madam mentioned." The servant was afraid that their young master would be moody and would bully the honest-looking Jiang Jingda, so he hurried up to introduce him.

"Jiang Jingda? Brother?" Helang nodded, thinking with satisfaction that he had learned new words, so he called out a few times cheerfully.

Jiang Jingda heaved a sigh of relief, the child finally stopped being angry, but he never expected that he would call him brother so cutely, and this address, like a light feather, dangled in the air for a while, and then gently Lightly fell on his heart, suddenly heavy.

This is his younger brother, and he is his older brother.

"Young master, wipe off your sweat first." Aunt Hui, who was taking care of him closely, ran over panting, wiping the child with a towel.

Helang naturally accepted his identity, raised his face to let her wipe the sweat off his face, pretended to be excited, entangled Jiang Jingda, and called him in a childish voice.

"Brother, my name is Jiang Langmin."

Jiang Jingda nodded, looking calm, but he still couldn't help secretly looking up at Jiang Langmin who was smiling brightly.

Seeing that Jiang Jingda did not speak, the child was not discouraged, "Brother, I will take you to my room."

Helang took Jiang Jingda's hand and led him into the room. Aunt Hui looked at the backs of the two children holding hands, and happily went to the kitchen to continue working.

Jiang Jingda didn't expect him to be so enthusiastic about him. In astonishment, he focused his eyes on Helang's little soft hand. He held his fingers tightly. Because the distance was so close, he sniffed deeply through his nose. , I can still feel the faint milky scent on his body.

Helang pushed Jiang Jingda into his room, opened the toy box, and Jiang Jingda was dazzled by the dazzling array of things.

After the death of his parents, he has never seen these bright toys again. During the time he stayed in the orphanage, he thought day and night, cried, and resented. He seemed to have grown up overnight and understood I am not qualified to get what I want at this time.

Before he came, he warned himself to be calm, well-behaved and sensible, and never to cause trouble for his adoptive parents. He also planned to keep silent, but he couldn't maintain his calm in front of children.

Whether it's his smiling face or his active approach, he will always want to get close and play with him wantonly, just like an ordinary child.

When he was young, his feelings were simple and pure. Helang wanted to buy him directly with toys, but Jiang Jingda was really calm, he had no desires, no desires, and he was a little distressed, but he still found that he left too much on the model. There was a look.

So he immediately tiptoed to take it off the cabinet, and with a bright smile, handed it to him, "Here, if you like it, I will give it to you."

Jiang Jingda was half confused when he heard it, but he also knew that he was going to give this thing to himself, so he took a few steps back after being flattered, shook his head slowly, and said with difficulty: "You can't take things from my brother."

Helang frowned a little, Jiang Jingda thought he was angry, and his heart also tugged following his expression.

In the end, he still stuffed the model into his hand, and said softly: "I am my brother's younger brother, so all my things belong to my brother."

This reason... this sentence... seemed to make Jiang Jingda's heart open like a spider's web of cracks, and then it turned into a dart, hitting the target, and knocking down his heart in one fell swoop.Jiang Jingda rubbed the model in his arms, and said thank you in a low voice, but his eyes were slightly red, as if he was being bullied instead of being given a gift.

Seeing that Jiang Jingda was not dancing with joy, but lowered his head and was about to cry, Helang thought that the object in this world, after experiencing the pain that ordinary children cannot bear in a short period of time, has improved psychological quality, which is of great help to him. benefits, but in fact he only looks calm, and his heart is still at a very sensitive and slender moment.

Taking advantage of Jiang Jingda being a little less guarded against him now, He Lang felt that he should turn himself into the important person in his heart, otherwise, under the same roof, he would not have half the ability to protect himself. It would be difficult for him to balance emotions like disgust.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Jingda's eye sockets were slightly watery, and he gritted his teeth without making a sound. Helang pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his head and pulled up his own neckline, and wiped away his tears. .

"What a crybaby." That's what Aunt Hui used to say about him, so he aptly used the word on him at this time.

Jiang Jingda immediately wiped away the remaining water marks on the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and looked at him firmly, "It won't happen in the future."

Herang nodded, smiling.

Jiang Jingda was eight years old at this time, just in the third grade,

And Helang has also reached the age of kindergarten.

He didn't know what a kindergarten was. Song Qinglian explained to him that it was a place for children to learn. She was afraid that he would not agree, and told him that everyone would go there, otherwise they would not be able to grow up.

Helang readily accepted it, and was very much looking forward to it. It turns out that people in this world attach so much importance to learning that three-year-old children in every household have started to read.

But when he actually started going to school, Helang couldn't help being dumbfounded. What his mother told him was to go to school. Why did he come here and see these children dancing to strange music every day?

When the loud music played, only one kid, Helang, remained motionless in the class, and even folded his hands and stared at the people around him, with complicated emotions.

The teacher came to enlighten him with a bright smile, held his two little hands and taught him how to dance, but Helang was still unmoved and shook his head to express that he didn't want to move.

The teacher helplessly wiped the sweat from the forehead. No wonder the child’s parents told her that this child might cause them a lot of headaches when they first came to the kindergarten. head, and then went to sing and dance with other children.

"Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twisting the neck ~ ass twisting ~"

"Again! Neck writhing~butt writhing~"

Upbeat music was playing, Herron thought, he hated kindergarten.

When it came to storytelling class, Helang finally got a little interested. The teacher saw that the young master was interested in the story, and immediately asked him to come on stage to show and tell a story.

Looking at the pair of round eyes under the stage, Helang cleared his throat and said confidently: "There is Min Qimiao in the Song Dynasty who is not long but picks it up, and the light will return. He said: 'I am sick today. I will help the seedlings to grow!' The sons tend to look at them, and the seedlings will wither. The world does not help the seedlings and the elders are few. Those who think it is useless and abandon them are those who do not cultivate the seedlings; those who help the elders, Those who pluck the seedlings are not only useless, but also harmful..."

There was silence in the audience, and the teacher's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, "Hehehe, kid Jiang Langmin's speech is very good! It's amazing! Children give him applause!"

The children laughed loudly, and some even ignorantly clamored that they were hungry or needed to pee.

Helang frowned and returned to his seat, thinking to himself, since he is a grown man, he won't care about some children who are not old enough.

When he returned home, he acted as if he had pardoned a great crime, but Song Qinglian kept asking him, "Have you made any good friends?"

Heron recalled the kindergarten children with drool pockets and snotty noses, and shook his head resolutely.

"Does the baby like kindergarten?" Song Qinglian looked at him nervously.

Herron replied affirmatively, "No! Hi! Hi!"

The author has something to say: Because changing the world, the personality will change, maybe it will be a bit ooc, but an environment has a great impact on a person's personality, and the original body will also affect the protagonist. In order to fit the original body as much as possible, the protagonist also I will make adjustments to my own behavior. Just think about it like this [forced explanation] A conservative ancient person suddenly came to the modern day to go to kindergarten to sing and dance with children, which is very bitter.