The black-hearted female partner was stripped out of the vest again

Chapter 160 Carve a Trumpet Song Qing Ci

"Sister, we have to go back, or we will be fined again."

Turning around, the pink and jade-carved tuanzi tugged at her clothes, her small face was troubled, and she frowned worriedly.

Li Zhouzhou wrinkled his nose, touched his palm with his fingers, and it was a little hot. Thinking of the beating in the morning, his palm seemed to warm up again.

She took Song Qingci's hand and walked to the stove, half of a carrot was lying there alone, Li Zhouzhou's eyeballs rolled around smartly, and the corner of his mouth raised a sly smile, "You can't come back empty-handed. Take the carrot back!"

Song Qingci was puzzled: "Why?"

Li Zhouzhou didn't know why she understood a sentence without beginning or end. She touched the little villain's head with a proud face: "You will know when the time comes."

Song Qingci became an orphan when he was young. Toys are luxury items for him. If you make one for him, the little kid might just play with toys when he is happy. How can he be black?

Tang Jiayu can do woodcarving, and he made the music box he gave her a long time ago.Li Zhouzhou has been following Tang Jiayu since he was a child, and has also learned a little bit. Although he is not as good as the master, he can still be a child's toy.

Carving requires a knife.

Then the problem is coming.

What about the knife?
Li Zhouzhou scanned the kitchen, and she actually found a fruit knife.

But she couldn't reach it, and the knife was hanging on the wall, so she couldn't reach it with her hand.

Li Zhouzhou scratched her head in distress, her eyes lit up when she fell on the little dwarf beside her, her eyes were serious, and her tone was heavy: "Xiaoci, help me."

So there was a picture of a girl with a little boy on her head in the kitchen.The seven-year-old girl lifted the boy up easily, looked up her eyes, and whispered, "Xiao Ci, have you got it?"

Song Qingci stretched out his hand tremblingly and approached the knife. The feeling of his body being raised in the air made his face look like an ordinary child's panic. His face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on the knife. At a certain moment, he He wanted to take the knife and poke at the person who was holding him up.

But no.

That way it's clear he's the murderer, and...

"Wait, wait."

The little villain's cute and trembling voice came from his head, Li Zhouzhou didn't have the slightest sense of being a sister, and urged: "Hurry up, it's over if you get caught."

After finally getting the knife, Li Zhouzhou heaved a sigh of relief, with a happy smile on his face, dimples on both sides looming.

Song Qingci's dark eyes stared at the knife in her hand, with the pure and innocent eyes of a young child: "What is sister doing with the knife?"

"secret."

The joyful little girl didn't realize that the little villain was wrong, she turned her head and her eyes were glued to the knife, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and she gestured a few times with her hands, although the fruit knife is not easy to use, it should be carved with a toy or something Is it still possible?

Back in the dormitory at night, Li Zhouzhou took out a fruit knife and half of a carrot during the day, taking advantage of the faint moonlight outside the window.

The last time she carved something was when she was very young. Li Zhou hadn't gotten used to it on Monday, and almost cut half a carrot in half. It took a while to get used to it, and her hands became more and more proficient.

Well, make a trumpet Song Qingci, carved with jade, cute Yuxue, big and round eyes... Li Zhouzhou stared at the carrot, as if he had seen the appearance of the trumpet Song Qingci, bright Eyes glow in the dark.

(End of this chapter)