Zhao Mo Xiu Mo

Startled by Zhao Jun's reaction, Zhao Mo hurriedly grabbed his hand and looked it over carefully, only to be relieved that he didn't find any injuries.This imprint is on the inside of the wrist, and it is not big. Usually, no one notices it, and he has never been touched by anyone. He never thought that it would be like this when someone touches it.

But after thinking about it, this imprint was formed by the extremely sharp fangs at the beginning, and it also made the 36 wonderful pictures in his head, so it is not surprising that it is so magical.

Zhao Jun looked at the fang pattern on his wrist with lingering fear, and didn't dare to reach out to touch it again. While rubbing his fingers, he asked Zhao Mo, "Brother, what the hell is this?"

"This imprint is not a tattoo, but a strange tooth drilled into my body." Zhao Mo stroked the snow-white imprint of fangs on his wrist with his fingers, only feeling a cordial connection Warmth, "Back then Sanwa got a big cut in the head, do you still remember..."

After hearing Zhao Mo finish the story from the beginning to the end, Zhao Jun couldn't keep his mouth shut.Even though he was thinking about it, he couldn't imagine that his eldest brother had such a bizarre experience, which was almost as good as the novel he read at the same table in school.He held Zhao Mo's right wrist, looked left and right, wishing to see the pattern of this little white fang.

Fearing that Zhao Jun would not believe it, Zhao Mo jumped the nine pictures he had learned in front of him in the backyard.It only took him a quarter of an hour to finish the dance, but Zhao Jun didn't come back to his senses for a full hour after watching it. He even forgot the homework he had to do in the Westinghouse every night, and went back to the house in a daze and tied his head on the kang .

Zhao Mo was taken aback by his reaction, and quickly stretched out his hand to pull him up, but he didn't even notice the third baby on the kang head who was staring at him fiercely.Zhao Jun sat on the kang and stared at Zhao Mo in a daze. After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Mo's waist, and murmured, "Are you really my big brother?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhao Mo slapped his hand off, and then slapped him on the back of the head, "I am not your elder brother, who is it?"

Zhao Jun retracted his hand, still a little unbelievable.When my elder brother danced in front of me just now, it was like a different person, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it. It wasn't that kind of beautiful face, but a beautiful figure and a beautiful temperament, and the whole person exuded from the inside out A breathtaking beauty and temptation.

He had seen the dances rehearsed on New Year's Day in the school, and he had also seen the most beautiful and best-fitting music teacher in their school dance, but compared with his elder brother's dance just now, he could only use one word to describe those dances: appalling.

Originally, he was surprised and skeptical about what Zhao Mo said, but after seeing Zhao Mo's performance, he completely believed it.My elder brother has worked with his parents since he was a child, and has never learned dance. How could he be able to dance such a beautiful dance for no reason?

"Brother, what kind of dance did you dance just now?" Zhao Jun regained his sanity, organized his thoughts, and asked curiously, "Is this the dance that made you stronger?"

Zhao Mo was taken aback by the question, what kind of dance is this?He didn't know either, he always thought that this set of movements was a set of gymnastics.But Junzi said it was a dance, so it should be a dance.He had also heard people say about dancing, and those street vendors talked about which children were learning dance in an envious tone, saying that only children from rich families could afford to learn it.

Thinking that he has learned to dance, Zhao Mo jumped up inexplicably.He collected himself and shook his head at Zhao Jun: "I don't know what it's called, and I can't understand any of the words on the picture."

Zhao Jun twittered and asked a lot of questions, until after eleven o'clock he was willing to let Zhao Mo go to sleep.If it wasn't for Sanwa who suddenly crawled out of the bed and got into Zhao Mo's arms without saying a word and hugged his waist tightly, Zhao Jun would have to continue asking.

That night, Sanwa rarely slept by herself, but slept in the same bed with Zhao Mo.When they came together the next day, Zhao Mo felt that his waist was about to break after being held tightly by Sanwa all night. When he lifted up his clothes, he saw that the two black and blue handprints were very obvious on his fair skin.

He supported his waist and got off the kang, and danced the first nine pictures three or four times in succession before he regained his strength.Even if the back pain stopped, the bruise didn't disappear so quickly, it was still bruised on his waist, which looked scary, but fortunately, no one could see it because of the clothes covering it.

Even if the pain in his waist was gone, Zhao Mo couldn't help but support his waist all day long, and even when he was riding a bicycle, he had the illusion that his waist was pinched and painful.Last night, Sanwa hugged his waist and did not let go. The two small hands pinching his waist were like two small pliers, with amazing strength, and she couldn't even break free.

Fearing that he would hurt Sanwa's arm if he struggled too hard, he had no choice but to bear it. He didn't sleep much the whole night, only feeling heartaches in his waist.After one night, Zhao Mo seemed to be rolling out of a knife mountain oil pot, but he couldn't get angry at Sanwa's sleeping white and tender face, so he could only make up his mind in his heart, thinking In the future, no matter what, I can't sleep with Sanwa in the same bed.

After talking about it like this, the advantage is that Zhao Mo doesn't have to avoid his second brother when he studies drawing again.Sometimes when Zhao Jun finished reading and went back to the east room to sleep at night, Zhao Mo continued to practice, and did not stop to sleep until his energy was completely exhausted.

Sometimes Zhao Jun would deliberately stay by the side to watch Zhao Mo practice, and every time he was fascinated by it.Zhao Mo was afraid that he would delay his study, so he let him watch it a few times and stopped letting him watch it again.He also tried to teach Zhao Jun the few pictures he had learned from the movements in the first picture. Unfortunately, for some reason, the second brother, who has always been very clever, couldn't learn it at all. I couldn't even do the initial movement on the first picture for a few days.

Sanwa, who was meditating on the kang, sneered in her heart while watching with cold eyes, how could anyone be able to practice Tianmowu?Without the assistance of the fang wedge, it is wishful thinking for an ordinary human being with average aptitude to learn the demon dance!

Before No. [-] Middle School was on holiday, Zhao Mo received a call from Teacher Gao first.Teacher Gao happily told Zhao Mo on the phone that Zhao Jun passed the seventh grade in the final exam this time, and the matter of skipping grades has been settled.Zhao Mo thanked Teacher Gao repeatedly, and after hanging up the phone, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, and he was smiling all day long.

After closing the stall and returning home at night, Zhao Jun, who went to school to collect his grades, handed him the parental notice. He read it for a long time before carefully signing his name on it.

After writing his name stroke by stroke, Zhao Mo was still reluctant to put down the thin paper, held it in his hand and looked left and right, his eyes could burn a hole in the notice.

Zhao Jun saw him like this when he moved the small dining table in, and greeted him: "Brother, don't look at it, let's eat first!"

"En." Zhao Mo replied, his body remained motionless.

When Zhao Jun put all the dishes and food on the table, he found that Zhao Mo was still staring at his parental notice, so he leaned over and took it, and went down to put it in his schoolbag.Seeing that his eldest brother is so happy, he doesn't feel proud at all, because he is not satisfied with his grades. His goal should be to be first, not seventh in the mere grade.

Zhao Mo was very happy. Seeing that the notice was taken away by Zhao Jun and packed up, he got up and got off the kang and went to the kitchen.After a while, a plate of golden and shiny scrambled eggs was brought in by him. The fragrant smell made Zhao Jun and Sanwa's eyes shine.

Because eggs are very expensive, although there are always boxes of eggs at home, Zhao Mo seldom fry them for his own home.Every time he fried scrambled eggs, Zhao Jun and Sanwa could eat an extra bowl of rice.

After the meal, Sanwa once again enjoyed the stomach rubbing service provided by Zhao Mo. This time, no one came to bother her. Warm palms rubbed his swollen belly for more than half an hour, until it was time for Zhao Mo to sleep. Put him from your arms into the bed and coax him to sleep.Sanwa lay on the bed and closed her eyes, hiding the satisfaction in her eyes, and even her little face that had been extraordinarily cold since the day Zhao Mo gave the wedge to Zhao Jun softened a little.

Seeing Sanwa falling asleep, and seeing his protruding belly protruding from the thin quilt, Zhao Mo was worried, so he rubbed him lightly for a while before getting off the kang.At first, he was also afraid that Sanwa would eat too much, but when Sanwa put an empty bowl in front of him, and a pair of black eyes turned to this side, Zhao Mo lost all thoughts. Feed him as much as he wants.

As usual, Zhao Jun went to the west room to read, while Zhao Mo stayed in the east room to learn his dance.The tenth picture is a bit difficult for him. After several days of practice, he has not fully grasped the feeling of flying in the air, but his body is getting lighter and lighter, and he can leap two meters gracefully. No matter how high it is, it can touch the eaves of his house.

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