After the meal, she asked Wang Xiao to pour a bowl of Changbai Centennial Ginseng Soup.

Of course, the injury will not heal immediately, but it will definitely take effect slowly...

Today E Shuo did not return home, and Wu Yunzhu did not go to greet her. After dinner, the two of them sat at the table to practice calligraphy.

As Wuyunzhu wrote, she suddenly flattened her mouth and said, "Can you not leave?"

This was very sudden, as if the little girl was thinking about it and finally couldn't help but burst out.

Wang Xiao stopped the brush in his hand.

He really didn't expect that this little girl could guess this level.

"Other people's clothes are the master's property, and they will follow the master all their lives!" Wu Yunzhu said again.

If Wang Xiao was really only sixteen years old, he would probably be unhappy with such sentences.

But he was a human being for two lives, and the child's angry words and truth can still be distinguished.

Although Wuyunzhu is young, she has always been a bit educated and polite. At this time, she finally showed her willful side.

Wang Xiao didn't answer. After thinking about it, he took a piece of paper again and picked up the pen to write.

His calligraphy is not well written, but this time it is rare to be a little more correct.

Dark Clouds were crying in their eyes, but when they looked at them, they saw a small poem written on the paper—

"A journey of the mountain and a journey of the water, I walked towards the bank of Yuguan, and there were thousands of tents of lights late at night.

The wind is updated and the snow is updated. The dream of the hometown is broken, and there is no such sound in the hometown."

...

Yuguan is east of Funingwei, close to Beidaihe.

For Wang Xiao, this poem can express his current state of mind too much.

Passing Funingwei, leaving Shanhaiguan, and walking towards Yuguan.

Traveling through mountains and rivers is a military journey...

~~

Wuyunzhu suddenly cried.

She knew she could not keep him anymore.

The dream of breaking the homesickness cannot be achieved...

Compared to his hometown, he is just a yellow-haired girl he just met.

~~

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The little girl suddenly lay on the table, her head buried between her arms, and she kept crying.

Wang Xiao was speechless.

In his opinion, the little kids are all the same. They can be heart-to-heart when they meet them, and they can not recognize who you are after seeing you for a year or two.
Chapter completed!