Sword Three: Time Traveling to Pick a Father

Life slowly got on the right track.Early in the morning, the handsome dad would change into the policeman's clothes, wash his face with cold water, and then go out.Of course, Wang Ting would always wake up every time he wanted to be gentle so as not to wake up his daughter.Then he yawned and went to fetch breakfast for dad.Originally, Wang Ting wanted to get up early to cook, but the handsome father stopped him with tears in his eyes. Her handsome father said with a guilty face that it was his own fault, and he wanted his daughter to get up early.And every time he saw the handsome dad's pitiful big dog expression of being abandoned and abandoned, Wang Ting would make a mess of concessions.In the end, as a compromise, Wang Ting would do more the day before, so that father would not go to the county government on an empty stomach the next day.

Of course, there is also a lot of food on the street.The hot pancakes, the fragrant soup, Wang Ting’s handicraft and the things on the street, there is a big gap, well, it’s almost the distance between the Himalayas and the Mariana Trench.Fortunately, with her efforts, the distance between the earth and the M87 planet has finally been shortened so much.

Although it's really not very delicious, but the handsome dad eats it with gusto every time, as if he has eaten delicacies from mountains and seas.

After Dad finished his meal, Wang Ting would tie him into a ponytail.Now she is proficient at the craft, and it takes only a few minutes to tie a ponytail, and she will not pull down the handsome father's black and smooth long hair.However, apart from tying a ponytail and combing herself in the simplest bun, she still doesn't know how to do anything else.

However, what Wang Ting is very proud of is...she can make a fire.No longer will I turn myself into a painted cat and turn the yard into black smoke billowing like a fire.Once she was too focused on making black smoke, and her father rushed in in a panic, and his voice was crying.

It's all right now, and now there will be no more misunderstandings like this.

When the handsome dad goes out, she will clean up by herself.Because she didn't wear it to become a young lady, her clothes are also very convenient. Dad also bought her a skirt once, but because it was inconvenient to work, she put it directly in the box. She never put on the light blue butterfly dress again.

Wiping the table and sweeping the floor every day originally required her to go shopping for vegetables, but the handsome father was still worried about her. Every time he went home, the handsome father would always bring back some ingredients. There were vegetables, and rarely some meat.

And the aunt will send some things over from time to time, so it doesn't cost much to eat.

No matter how busy she is, her handsome father will come back for lunch at noon, and wash the dishes after lunch.Wang Ting will sleep for a while and then start to practice the martial arts that the handsome father taught her, and the calligraphy that the handsome father taught her, writing on the mud floor with a branch.

And at night, if the weather is good, they will eat in the yard.And when the handsome dad is resting, the handsome dad will take her by the hand and go around the market, buy her two bolts of fabric and ask the aunt next door to make two clothes for her daughter.And in the evening, the handsome dad would wash his clothes loud and clear.

The days are very stable, as gentle as the river outside the town, without any eddies or turbulence.Even the colorful pebbles below can be seen clearly.

The days passed quickly, half a year passed in the blink of an eye.Yang Qing also came over a few times in the meantime, and saw that the handsome father was doing a good job as a catcher, so he didn't mention anything about joining the Mingjiao.And he also gave Wang Ting a scimitar as a weapon for protection. Seeing that Wang Ting seemed to like the little exotic water bag hanging on his body, he generously untied it and gave it to the girl. .As long as Yang Qing doesn't mention joining the Ming Cult, Wang Ting doesn't object to his usual contacts with the handsome dad.

After all, it took Yang Qing a lot of effort, whether directly or indirectly, to be able to settle here safely.

This afternoon, under the shade of dripping green trees, Wang Ting was holding a knife while thinking about the moves his father taught her the night before, while slowly gesturing at the speed of Tai Chi, when he suddenly heard a Voice: "My son, are you learning sword skills?"

Wang Ting took half a step back alertly, and an old man with white eyebrows and beard stood in front of him.The old man was well dressed and was looking at her seriously.

"How did you get in?" Wang Ting took another step back and put the knife in front of him.Although, she knows how heavy she is, hey, she has only learned two tricks so far, and her current strength is barely enough to pick up a basin full of clothes.Others... don't mention it.

"Your door was open, so I came in. I happened to see you holding a knife. Son, I didn't scare you." The old man smiled very kindly.However, Wang Ting felt that the old man looked at her a little strangely, not like the old man's expression when he saw a cute little doll.And like...well, Big Big Wolf was beaming when he saw it.

"Grandpa, you scared me." Wang Ting made a frightened look on purpose.

"That's Grandpa's fault. Come on, Grandpa will give you a candied haws." Wang Ting looked at the old man with embarrassment as he took out a candied haws from behind. Well, why do you think children like candied haws?Moreover, seeing this thing, seeing the old man squatting down with a smile and looking like grandma wolf, grandpa wolf, Wang Ting's thinking diverged to the past and saw a certain signed picture, the second young master took candied haws to coax Lori and was kicked There is a loving scene of being arrested and taken away by the military master.

Seeing Wang Ting's appearance, the old man pulled out a set of Jiulianhuan again like a magic trick.Hey, she hates Jiu Lianhuan... She never made it out once.

"Son, what's your name?" The old man continued to ask kindly.

"Wang Ting." She couldn't believe that the old man didn't know her name, and then she smiled and said, "My father is a policeman in the town."

"Wang... Ting...?" The old man frowned, his expression became serious, "Is your name really Wang Ting, baby."

The author has something to say: hehehehehehehehe hehe ~~~~ In fact, I think, the handsome pot dad's high ponytail must be handsome ~~~

I wouldn't say I'm a yellow chicken control ponytail control, ying ying ying