Chapter 19: A pile of wave drums

The nanny has also raised Shen Qingci for a few months, and she has figured out Shen Qingci's temperament a few times.
Shen Wenhao was a little reluctant to bear his sister, how nice his sister was, he also squeezed her little hand, her little hand is soft, he can't wait to raise his sister by himself, anyway, he is his sister, he can raise it when he grows up of.
"What do you think?" When Shen Qingrong came in, he saw his eldest brother smile idiotly.
"Hey..." She pointed to the food on the table, "A Ning is asleep, you can eat it, just to make up for your injury."
"Just this point of injury, what is it?"
Shen Wenhao moved his shoulder. He might still want to show off his strong physique, but he suddenly screamed in pain.
It really hurts, it hurts like a pig.
Shen Qingrong shook his head, "Just like you, if you want to be a general, the soldiers will be crooked by you."
"Why can't I be a general?" Shen Wenhao disagreed with his sister's words, "I will definitely make contributions and be famous all over the world in the future, don't believe me, look at my strong body, and my tall and charming figure. A handsome face?"
Shen Qingrong's eyes twitched. Really, she didn't know this big silly at all. How could it be normal, but sometimes when they get up, they are really not as good as him. It's no wonder that he always gets the whip. , This whip should be.
Still strong physique, reluctantly, although it is not bad now, it is also because of his father's foundation, no matter how long it is, he can be nine feet tall, this is possible, he did not blow, but he has a handsome face?
Who will tell her that this war is related to the handsome face?
Is it possible that when he was fighting, as long as he showed his face, the enemy would flee by smelling his face. How could this be? She had never seen such a way of retreating from the enemy. Who invented this face-to-face war? Out of
No, she has time to ask her father to go.
On the second day, there was a clear sky, and the light breeze had come oncoming with the fragrance of flowers of various colors. The courtyard of the mansion had already been planted with flowers and plants. This was a courtyard specially prepared by Shen Dingshan for his daughter.
His wife likes flowers, and so does his daughter. From the very beginning to the present, all flowers bloom throughout the year. It has also spent a lot of mental and financial resources, and made a lot of discord. Flower seeds are what makes this yard full of flowers for all seasons.
The breeze was light, and the spring was warm, three young boys came one after another, and then a boy in Tsing Yi was holding more than a dozen wave drums in his arms. The other two were in the same attire as him. They belonged to Cangsong College. College clothes, and as students of Cangsong College, they all come from people who are either rich or noble. Of course, sometimes if they have money, they may not be able to go in. Simply put, the students there are often noble people. Ordinary people would not enter there, because in addition to learning, it also compares identity and status.
"Wenhao, what do you buy these for?" The son on the left is named Yu Wenxu, the son of King Pingjun, known as King Xiaojun. He has taken a wave drum and shakes it from time to time. How has your hobby changed recently? It's so special. If you like these things at that time, do you have a fever in your brain? As he said, he stretched out his hand and touched Shen Wenhao's forehead, "What do you buy these things for without fever? Do you play it yourself? Is it the strange interest from here?"
"You just burn it? I'm fine."
Shen Wenhao hugged more than a dozen wave drums in his arms. He found these wave drums after all his hardships. All of them are polished and very smooth, and they are also the best wood, and the most well-made ones. The wave drum.
"Then what do you buy these for?" The son on the left is named Song Mingjiang, and his family is a little bit worse, but he is also considered a scholarly family. He could not enroll in Cangsong because of his identity, but his mother and Jun The princess has some connections, so she can be regarded as relatives, and as long as she has a relationship with Pingjun Prince's Mansion, her identity is much better than others.
The three met on the day of enrollment, and now they are confidants.
"I bought it for my sister." Shen Wenhao touched this and then touched that. Although the whole body hurts for the picks, he is very happy in his heart.
"You and Lingmei, aren't you a dragon and phoenix?" Yu Wenxu also pulled one out of his arms and shook it in his hand. Whose nine-year-old kid still plays with these? Shen Wenhao's twin sister is about the same age as him. She is ten years old. She will be able to marry in a few years. How can she still play with this kind of milk doll?
"I think this is not bad, so I can take a look after it."
Song Mingjiang smiled and started playing with this one too. Of course, it was a price for Shen Wenhao.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" He snatched the two wavy drums in one stroke, and then quickly carried them in his arms, trying to make his own into a big fat man.
"My little sister is only four years old now, which is the time for fun."
He wiped his hands on his clothes for a long time, fearing that others' hands would be dirty.
And his action is to make two friends a big red face.
They don’t seem dirty, right?
"I heard about it," Yu Wenxu tapped his hands. "General Shen, you have found your sister-in-law, haven't you?"
"Yes," Shen Wenhao installed a few wave drums again, "My sister got it back, but my mother is gone."
"Sorry, please," Yu Wenxu patted Shen Wenhao on the shoulder. Both of them have a single letter in their names, so the relationship between them is so good. They only grew up wearing the same pair of pants. .
"I know," Shen Wenhao took out the wave drum again, "My sister is a child born to my mother, and the mother is gone, but we are still there."
"Then what does your sister look like?"
Yu Wenxu lay on Shen Wenhao's shoulders, "I heard that your mother's birth has a strange fragrance, and your sister is the same. Isn't that fragrance?"
Of course, Shen Wenhao scratched his head, "The scent of milk on my sister smells good."
Song Mingjiang on one side turned around, as if his shoulders twitched slightly.
"By the way, we will visit your house today and see your little sister."
"Okay," Shen Wenhao is naturally willing. The three of them are also very familiar with each other. The three of them have always been inseparable. The people in the house are naturally known, and this big family is also used to it. Things.
Shen Wenhao hurriedly looked for his little boyfriend and told them to go back and say that King Xiaojun and Song Gongzi will be here soon. Of course, he also took Shen Qingci well, so that she would fall, and they will have to go back for a special meeting later. See her go.