Chapter 90: No, he won't

Chapter 90 No, He Can't
"..." Mrs. Liu and Asho were aggressive.
Especially when the eyes of children turned to worship in horror.
Asiu subconsciously ordered Liu Yusheng's words to prohibit her. She said that she would hold it, and he broke away with Liu Liu and hugged the baby.
"Lift up."
Lift.
"Riding a horse."
ride.
"fly."
Did not fly, because Ashiu did not know how to present the verb flying.
This does not prevent the children gradually coming around to sigh and envy.
"Will this be the ghost?" Riding on Asu's neck, Liu Yusheng stood high, his eyes narrowed, and he was quite imposing.
The children shook their heads, "No."
"Look at scaring you just now, crying, tears, snot flowing, don't you lose it? Let the little babies in other villages know and can laugh at you."
"... Well, Brother Ashu is so powerful. Can he let us play with him in the future?" Shame to other villages? Definitely not! A baby boy stumbled and asked.
"Okay, usually we are all at home, you can come to my house to play with us when you have time."
"That's right, you can't regret it. Like Brother Dabao, he never takes us to play."
"Let's talk, wait for you to come." Liu Yusheng patted his small breast and promised, and then patted his hand over Asiu's head. "Brother Ashu, go home!"
Humanoid Malaysia starts immediately.
Looking at the back of the three people leaving, there is the envy of the child, "I am so good, Brother Ashiu listens to her ..."
"I want to have such a brother ..."
Mrs. Liu, who had gone far away, smiled slowly, and finally she couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, I didn't expect us to have this set, and to train Qun Xiaowa to be convincing."
"I'm talking about facts. Brother Ashu is very powerful and capable."
"Yes, yes, no wonder my neighbors say that you are a child king." Everyone in the village puppets, and puppets are worth everyone's favor.
Especially Asiu, obedient to the words, saying that riding a horse, she always let her ride, "Well, there is still a way to go from home, you come down first, Asiu is still a child, so holding down It doesn't grow tall after the bones are attached. "
"Grandma, I'm not heavy." Liu Yusheng was silent, she was really not heavy.
"Are you tired, grandma hugs you."
This time, without waiting for Liu Yusheng to speak, Asiu evaded his wife's outstretched hand and flew away all at once, for fear that the little baby sitting on his neck would be robbed.
Mrs. Liu, "..." smiled again.
She was really worried that the children's unintentional words would hurt Asiu, and she was also worried that Asiu would be rejected and laughed at by the children in the village.
It seems that the child has not been affected much, and the aunt has also resolved the matter quite satisfactorily, which is better than the adult.
She can rest assured.
The boy in front of him stood with a baby, and he walked easily and calmly, and he was in a good mood.
Still Sheng Sheng smells good, without the smell of fireworks, sweet and sweet, like ... the white flour buns eaten in the morning.
When I got home, my wife went to the stove to do lunch.
Liu Yusheng took Asiu to sit in the temple house, and then used the excuse of returning to the room to take out a small cup of Lingquan from the space and made the dilution and returned to the temple house.
Lingquan water has the effect of removing saprophytic muscles, and it can also perfectly remove scars.
Just some things can't be too eye-catching, they need to be step by step. Too shocking and horrifying, will bring trouble to the home.
Back in the hall, the boy still obediently sat on the stool and looked at her quietly.
His hair was helped by her, and combed together with the fringe on his forehead, leaving the scars on half of his face exposed.
Approaching and standing in front of the boy, Liu Yusheng looked at the boy's face, the combination of the extreme half of the angel and the half of the devil.
The scar is on the right face, from under the eyes to the corners of the mouth to the roots of the ears.
Unevenness, granulation knots, and reddish stains, ugly and lumpy.
No wonder those little babies were scared.
Liu Yusheng's heart twisted slightly, with blunt pain. "Brother Ashu, I'll rub some medicine on you, don't move it. This is used to treat the scar on your face. Believe me, I will be able to treat you Heal and become the same as before. "
Ashu blinked his eyes and did not respond.
There was no disturbance.
Dip the Lingquan water with a clean cotton ball and apply it to the scar little by little. Liu Yusheng's movements are gentle and delicate.
Although the effect of Lingquan dilutes after diluting, but sticking to it for a few months at most can eliminate these ugly scars.
She wanted to get him back to the same place in three or two days, but that way, once things pass, the whole Liu family and even Xinghua Village may not be able to get peace again.
Lingquan will attract countless people to snatch. In the time and space where the supremacy of the imperial power is supreme, she has not even resisted the counterattack.
As the Lingquan soaked into the skin, the coolness came, and the teenager narrowed his eyes comfortably, revealing the expression of enjoyment.
When the coolness didn't last, the teenager was dissatisfied, stared at her eyes, clasped the baby's hand and put it on her cheek to signal her to continue.
Liu Yusheng was angry and funny, and his little hand rubbed his cheek on the other side of the boy. "You shouldn't make a fuss if this is a play."
When I was finished, I looked at the young boy and squinted his lips softly.
Asho immediately became obedient.
After pouring the leftover spring water into the vegetable garden behind the house, Liu Yusheng set up a small square table in the yard again, took out the ink and paper, and wrote a three-character scripture on the paper.
The teenager followed her all the way and was curious about her every move.
"These are things you taught me before. I don't know if you remember them." Thinking of the days when the teenager taught her to recite the calligraphy, Liu Yusheng smiled, and his eyes were nostalgic. Practice writing on the ground. "
Later, when conditions were better, and he wouldn't be distressed to practice writing with pen and ink, he disappeared.
Thinking of it, she never seemed to see him write with a brush, and wondered if it was the same as written on the sand.
"Brother Ashu, try it." Put the brush into the young man's hand, teach him the correct posture of holding the pen, "just follow what I wrote, this is the Three-character Classic. When I first started learning from you, you That's what taught me. "
The juvenile was a little embarrassed, his eyes fell on the white paper, and he seemed puzzled by the black figure above.
Hold your brush fingers repeatedly, relax and squeeze.
But he couldn't write anything, he didn't know what to do.
But Sheng Sheng was looking at him, she hoped he could write the words, and her face was full of expectations.
Asiu was anxious, his face was getting whiter, fine sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hands began to tremble.
No, he doesn't. He wants to throw the pen, torn all the paper in front of him, and to throw the whole table out!
He doesn't want to see these things!
(End of this chapter)