Records of child education ancestors raising cubs

It's a pity that the scene that Tong Mo was looking forward to for the little guy to grow up overnight didn't happen.Looking at the little guy whose size was not much different from yesterday, Tong Mo fell into deep reflection.

——What went wrong?

Tong Mo felt that there should be no problem with his operation, and Master Hei Si Mou, who proposed this plan, had no need to lie to him. After thinking about it, Tong Mo could only think of one reasonable explanation——

Probably because Master Hei Si Mou's way of raising children is outdated.

After all, Master Hei Si Mou has been a ghost for more than 400 years, and there is no way that the methods he used before will be abandoned by the times.

But now that he has realized the mistakes made by Master Hei Si Mou, Tong Mo feels that he must not follow in the footsteps of Master Hei Si Mou. After all, he is only over 200 years old, and he is still very young. It's a good "ghost" to enter.

So he ran to Yoshihara again.

Probably because of his status, Tong Mo, who is the "ghost of Shangxian", is not very familiar with ghosts other than "Shangxian". If you ask who is the youngest ghost among the ghosts Tong Mo knows, the answer must be Fallen princess in Yoshiwara.

From Tong Mo's point of view, this kind of question of keeping pace with the times must of course be answered by young people, so even if the adult said that Luo Ji was often told that her mind was not good, Tong Mo still turned into Luo Ji with questions. in the room.

Looking at this annoying guy, Luo Ji's heart almost collapsed.

As an oiran, she originally thought that doing business with those dirty guys was enough to make people bored, but she didn't expect that she would have to do business with this face that deserves to be punched—the key point is that she couldn't beat it Tong Mo was very angry.

What was even more annoying was that Tong Mo actually ran over to her this time and asked her such inexplicable questions as "how long will it take to raise a human being".

And Tong Mo actually put on a patch in a serious manner: "It's about fifteen or sixteen years old——"

"Of course it will take fifteen or sixteen years to raise her to the age of fifteen or sixteen!" Luo Ji rolled her eyes.

In the end, Tong Mo showed a somewhat surprised expression: "Eh? Did it take so long?"

Luo Ji felt that Tong Mo, who was showing such an expression, must be pretending to be stupid. To be reasonable, how could Tong Mo not know such a simple thing as one year equals one year?

——But in this matter, Luo Ji did wrong Tong Mo.He really had no concept of words like "year" and "year".

After all, for Tong Mo, time always flows by in such an ordinary way.He can't feel any emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and naturally he can't feel the passage of time.

Tong Mo doesn't remember how long it took him to become what he is now, nor does he remember how long the believers around him have existed and how many changes have taken place.

In short, by the time he realized it, the changes brought about by time had already been completed, so Tong Mo never considered what the time behind these changes should be like.

Until he actually started raising a child.

When Xiaosaki stood up on the table legs for the first time, and flung her arms towards Tong Mo's direction, Tong Mo's heart, which was always like a pool of stagnant water, seemed to have a layer of ripples.

"Tong-mo." Babbling, the little guy's mouth vaguely came out with words like this: "Master."

The believers in the church often call him in this way, but when this name is said from the mouth of the little guy, the expression on Tong Mo's face suddenly becomes extraordinarily bright.

He stretched out his hand, and took the little guy who had moved his arm in front of him into his arms.

"Although it's been so long," Tong Mo muttered softly pinching the little guy's cheek, "but you've grown a little bit at last."

The author has something to say:

Recently, that kind of news came out again, and the cultivation system suddenly became sensitive.Once again, I just want to make a little white rabbit grow up and push it back, and the wretched/twisty/men who make copper have nothing to wash.