Chapter 396: Little bamboo horse, run fast 1

Qinghe Village.
In July, when the weather is the hottest, the hot afternoon sun can't wait to bake a person, and people can't stop sweating. If you stay outside for a while, your clothes will be beaten by sweat. wet.
The shade in the woods can be considered as a place to stay away from summer heat, but I just kept on calling, and noisy people were not able to make a living, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Now, it is the time of summer vacation. For the children in the mountain village, for more than two months, there are no endless tutoring classes or interest classes.
There is only one homework for summer vacation, and it is still in the state of not writing in the last two days.
In addition, parents are busy doing farm work or going out to work to earn money. Where can I have time to manage my children? So for these children, every day of the summer vacation is to open their eyes, shake their arms, and let the girls go. Run outside.
Because, outside, there are always endless activities, endless treasures, and endless fun.
Every day, at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun is no longer so spicy, it is time for the children to come out and happily.
In this village, around ten-year-old children took the lead, followed by a group of five or six-year-old little nodded radish heads, digging mud loach in the pond, climbing trees in the back hills to pick wild fruits, or hunting in the woods.
As long as you do n’t run away, do n’t beat your head and break your blood, you ’re just a petty kid, crying. In fact, the adults in the family do n’t care. Let them climb the tree to make fun.
As soon as it's time to go home for dinner.
And each of them has at least two children, usually big and small, as long as they can run and jump, they are three or four-year-old peas, and they are directly taken to the village to run and play.
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At this time, by the pond.
"Wow! Whoo ..."
A little girl about six years old fell to the ground and wept loudly. Around her, there were several older boys around, scratching her head and showing a distressed expression on her face.
At this moment, a girl about thirteen years old heard the cry and ran over anxiously. She hugged the little girl from the ground in a hurry, and patted the soil on her body distressedly. With,
"Little girl, where's the pain ?! Tell your sister. Sister will blow to you, we won't hurt anymore."
"Woo ... head ... ache ... sister ... wow ..." Xiaoya cried out of breath, and chubby pointed at her head, and finally made it clear about her pain.
When Xia Yan heard this, she immediately looked at the back of Xiaoya. This time, she was furious and was very distressed, and saw a big bag on her sister's forehead.
Let's look at the ground. There was a rock where Xiaoya fell just now. It was obviously bumped into it, and the bump was swollen. Fortunately, there was no bleeding.
"Sister blows to Xiaoya, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, my sister will take you home and apply medicine." Xia Qing thought with distress and anxiety. Such a big bag was seen by her parents. She Definitely being scolded!
I blame her for having fun, going to play shuttlecock with friends, leaving her sister to play with these rotten boys who are not serious.
"Say! My sister who just pushed you down, stand up to me quickly. Don't blame me for beating you!" Xia Qing hugged the crying little girl.
However, Xiaoya was very old. She was holding it very hard. When she hugged it, she was a little tired, so she had to put her down again.
Xia Qing whispered to her, coaxed her, and did not forget to stare at a few boys younger than himself.
This stare, coupled with Xia Qing's age, and her fierce fame, was to protect her sister. Therefore, the momentum came out instantly, which was called 'ferocious', which scared the boys instantly.
"Ah, sister Xia Qing, you ... don't be fierce. No one really pushed your sister on purpose. When the hill ran back just now, you accidentally hit your sister, which made her cry. It was not intentional. of."
Fang Xu, the eldest boy in the group, was the eleven-year-old king of children.
"Hill, did you say you did it?" Upon hearing this, Xia Qing immediately looked at the hill and asked fiercely.
"Sorry ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it on purpose." Koyama trembled, holding his pockets, took the first two steps, and whispered, "They were chasing me just now, I hurried and didn't see your sister in Behind her, she bumped into her and hit her. "
"Care for me in the future! I broke my sister's head! Beware of my parents, go to your father and let him hit you." Xia Qing knew that it was not intentional, and it was not good to hit people. Have to stare at him, the fierce Baba threatened a pass.
"I see." Koyama shrank his head, and nodded, the whole man was pathetic.
"Ah, your sister isn't crying? Shouldn't she faint?" Fang Xu stepped forward, squatted beside Xia Qing, and looked at Xiaoya and asked.
"Little girl, are you okay? Don't scare your sister." Xia Qing quickly retracted her gaze at the hill, looked at her sister, and moved her little body away from herself, anxiously shouting.
"It doesn't hurt, sister." Xiaoya, in fact, Xia Liang, who had just come over, pumped her body, dumbed her throat, and whispered.
"Oops! How big a bag doesn't hurt. You cried just now." Xia Qing quickly lifted Xia Liang from the ground and said, "Sister will take you home. No, no, go Look at Uncle Zhang in the village infirmary. "
While talking, she turned around and was ready to run towards the infirmary, but she had just taken two steps and Xia Liang was about to fall from her arms. This toss was really painful. Yeah.
Xia Liang naturally did not cry, but after all, she was still small, and she couldn't control her body's response to the pain, so she saw her face bitter, her tears jumping down, letting people watch, but it was almost better Crying is also distressing.
"Let's hug your sister. I think you're going to throw her to the ground." Fang Xu looked at Xia Liang's little pitiful, and immediately couldn't see it. He quickly caught up, opened his arms, and said.
"You are younger than me. What strength can you have, don't throw my sister down." Xia Qing gave him a glance, not optimistic about him at all, and was not ready to give him his baby sister.
Xia Liang lay on Xia Qing's shoulders, tearful eyes, stared at Fang Xu for several seconds, and wrinkled his nose, as if smelled, and then opened his little arms, and went to Fang Xu Leaning over there, making a move to hold him, he said softly,
"Brother, hug."
"Ah! Xiaoya, why don't you admit that you were born today?" Xia Qing quickly steadied herself and looked at her and asked.
"He is an older brother." Xia Liang pointed to Fang Xu and said.
"Which brother is he? Even if he is older than you, you can't see any boy named brother." Xia Qing took the opportunity to educate his silly sister.
"That's my brother. My brother hugs him." Xia Liang didn't listen, opened his small hand, and stretched it towards Fang Xu. His tearful eyes were full of the desire to be embraced.
"Hurry up and give Xiaoya to me. Why can't I count his brother! The two of us live so close, but I watched Xiaoya grow up from a young age." Fang Xu stepped forward, stretched out both hands, and put them in Xia Liang's Squeaked around, trying to hug her into her arms, assured,
"Although I am younger than you, I am a man, taller than you, stronger than you, holding more firmly than you, and I won't fall down."
"Brother is a man." Xia Liang lay on Fang Xu's shoulders, defending his brother firmly.
It's a pity that to say this with her current soft and adorable voice will only make people laugh and feel funny.
"Oh!" Xia Qing laughed and heard the words. "An eleven-year-old man ... it is enough for a man."
Xia Liang, "...".
My brother seems a bit small this time, but he is even smaller.