Forget it, what do you know like a child?

The leader stretched out his hand and held Xie Jiuyao's thin palm: "Your word is not written correctly. Come on, I will teach you."

Yuan Qingqi's palm wrapped around Xie Jiuyao's palm. His fingers were slender and distinctive. She was skinny and bone-bone-like, and there were countless scars on her hands. When they overlapped, the contrast became more obvious.

Yuan Qingqi has seen countless people who are worse than this in his life, but seeing Xie Jiuyao being held in his palm and his thin little hands, he felt a faint heartache in his heart.

He held Xie Jiuyao's hand firmly and wrote on the paper stroke by stroke: Yuan Qingqi.

After writing, Yuan Qingqi said coldly: "This is my name. Even if you can't learn anything else, you have to learn these three words first."

He actually wanted to explain as seriously as the little scholar how wonderful his name contained, but he didn't.

His name is just a name that should belong to someone else, and there is no wonderful meaning in it, Qingqi, the rugged green mountains?

Yuan Qingqi suddenly felt a little unhappy and stared at his own name on the paper very dull, thinking seriously whether to change his name for himself, what name would be better? Linlang, Qionglin, Liangjin?

It doesn't seem very nice.

His fingers were suddenly hooked, and he lowered his head expressionlessly. Xie Jiuyao held the pen and rewritten three more words next to his name.

Original Qingqi.

It is not very good-looking, has no character, nor has it momentum, and is neat and not outstanding.

Next to these three characters is another name, Xie Jiuyao.

She pointed to the right, then to Aokihara, to the left, and then to herself.

You, Yuan Qingqi, I, Xie Jiuyao.

His name…it seems quite good, too. Yuan Qingqi clenched his fist against his lips and coughed gently, then said, "The handwriting is very well written and very talented. Do you want to learn something besides recognizing words?"

'Can you teach me martial arts?' Xie Jiuyao put his pen and looked up at him. He seemed to have a little expectation in his eyes. Yuan Qingqi couldn't help but say, "Of course!"

After saying that, he frowned. It was not that he was unwilling to teach Xie Jiuyao, but that he regarded Xie Jiuyao as his own. So what Xie Jiuyao should use should be the best.

He couldn't hurry to determine which martial arts Xie Jiuyao wanted to learn, or to find a few more secret books to compare them, and then choose the one that suits her best.

So Yuan Qingqi said calmly: "Little mute, you can read the words well. I will come to check in a few days. If you can recognize more than one thousand words, I will teach you if you can? "

‘Okay.’ Xie Jiuyao nodded seriously and expressed his meaning.

Then she was caught by Yuan Qingqi. She was nine years old and looked not as tall as a girl of six or seven years old. She was as thin as a little chick, not even two taels.

Another leg was broken. Although it was later rescinded by the doctor, it has not yet recovered and is still a little limping when walking.

Xie Jiuyao's body has been malnourished since childhood and has suffered a lot of abuse. He has died again. He has already exhausted his oil and has dried up. Now he can recover bit by bit. It is a miracle.

"Too thin." Yuan Qingqi frowned tightly. He quietly weighed Xie Jiuyao, very unhappy. Such a thin little mute, living is a very difficult thing.

He remembered very clearly that in the desert, many people were hungry, especially their children. Later, the government came to provide disaster relief, but they were now used as new rice, which had long been moldy and rotten. Most of the disaster relief funds had been swallowed up by corrupt officials.

The victims who were already hungry rushed forward, tore up the disaster relief officials and robbed the official granary.

Many people tried their best to eat, and their stomachs were bulging as if they were pregnant for four or five months.

Then he died.

After experiencing that era, Yuan Qingqi knew better than anyone how fragile a life is.

"You have to be fatter." He raised Xie Jiuyao with a expressionless face, and then hugged her and went for dinner happily.

Xie Jiuyao cannot eat too much oil and water yet, so he can only clean the porridge and side dishes. However, he brings a little minced meat in the porridge. Nutrition cannot be added at one time. He has to take it slowly to allow the body to gradually adapt.

Yuan Qingqi looked at the sumptuous dinner table, and then looked at the clear congee and side dishes in front of Xie Jiuyao, and was a little unhappy.

He waved his hand: "Take all these down and change them to porridge."

The maids who were serving were already used to Yuan Qingqi's sudden change of face. They quickly stepped forward to remove the dinner and changed Yuan Qingqi's side dishes.

Who knows what the leader thought? Anyway, they are just some servants, so why bother guessing so much? Just do as you do.

Yuan Qingqi looked at the dishes and porridge in front of him, then looked at Xie Jiuyao, and then picked up the porridge bowl with satisfaction. He had never raised a child, but children should be a little willful, right?

He needs to set a good example for the little mute at home.

Look, it's the same as what you eat, so you have to have a good meal.

Xie Jiuyao, who was taken by Yuan Qingqi, did not understand the painstaking efforts of the leader. She silently ate the porridge in the bowl and seriously considered what she should do next.

6 They argue that they want to steal things from the son of destiny, that is, the so-called protagonist, kill the protagonist, and walk their paths, leaving them with no way out.

So the question is, how can she determine who is the son of fate? Who is the protagonist?

If she can't even confirm this, who will she go to defeat?

But before that, the most important thing she should do is to strengthen her strength first. You can't just lame one leg and breathe a breath and beat the protagonist when you walk?

Xie Jiuyao was thinking, and suddenly a chopstick of bamboo shoots was handed to her lips, and she subconsciously ate them.

Yuan Qingqi, who was holding the public chopsticks, had a sharp ear and a little red. Is it so interesting to raise a child?

His little mute is a little cute.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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