A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 28 I Like Qinger the Most
Competition rewards?Qing'er frowned, as if it was necessary to understand first.He glanced at the young luthier, who was immersed in the rhythm wholeheartedly.

Leaving Xiao Bihe in a daze, Qing'er left for a while and came back again. It was okay if she didn't understand, but she was really angry when she understood. There was one important point she didn't say, and the luthier would accompany her.According to today's abnormal behavior, the little guy probably took a fancy to this.

Look, listen to—

"Qing'er, if the game takes a long time, will he get tired playing?"

"..."

"It's really nice to play, even better than Qing'er's."

"..." His face became more and more tense.

It seemed that time paused for a few seconds.

Little Bihe tilted her head and smiled, declaring heartlessly, "I like Qing'er the most!" After speaking, she blinked her dull eyes, which made Qing'er laugh, and her expression eased.

"Can you sit here and get number one?"

"Yes. I don't care, I just want to take the first place." The child's willful words will only make people feel stupid.

Qing'er shook her head, such matters depend on the selectors.Although he has the ability to make them change their minds and let her be elected, he also needs her to be able to draw something decent, so that people have an excuse for acting.The problem is that I have been with her for such a long time, and I have not seen her take the pen several times. Can I draw?
"Miss, can you draw?"

"No. Oh, yes!" blurted out no, but then changed his mind.In the end is it or not? "Can Qinger know how to draw?"

"know a little."

"Can you write?"

"know a little."

Qing'er spoke casually, without being modest.

Little Bihe pursed her lips, "Qing'er write a calligraphy and see."

"Now?"

"Yes! I want to see it." Little Bihe jumped off the chair and let Qing'er sit.Qing'er hesitated, but instead let her chubby little hand be pulled down. "Sit down, let's write. The ink is not worn..." Thin eyebrows condense, belatedly aware.

The table was quite high, and Xiao Bihe had already reached her chest while standing.Rolling up her sleeves, she carefully added a little water, and stirred it with her index finger, then wiped her body when her hands were dirty, and picked up the ink stick as if she wanted to do it by herself. .

(End of this chapter)