Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The next day, Zhang Xingxing got up early with a pair of panda eyes and started to practice. The monks who were working listened to her voice-training sounds as usual, but the little lama, who had nothing to do and was lazy at that age, stared at Zhang Xingxing curiously. The little girl moved a small stool and sat not far away, staring at her intently with sparkling eyes.

Zhang Xingxing looked at the curious eyes of the little ghosts and couldn't help but show off her skills. A melodious and graceful singing voice came out of her mouth, echoing throughout the temple.

After singing a paragraph, Zhang Xingxing glanced at the little lamas with a proud look, as if to say, "How about it, am I awesome?"

However, what answered her were two immature faces that knew nothing.

One is curious and confused, the other is admiring but equally confused.

It’s clear at first glance that no one can understand it.

Tsk, it's like throwing a wink to a blind man.

The best "local" in this lama temple who can speak Chinese is probably the guru. However, when Zhang Xingxing thought about singing for the guru, the face of the bald old man with small eyes and many tricks immediately appeared in his mind. He always felt that the more he sang, the harder his fists became, as if there was an unknown fire burning in his heart.

Maybe he was her unlucky one. It only took Zhang Xingxing a second to quickly draw the conclusion.

Then, she sighed helplessly and withdrew her hand without interest. Her originally excited mood instantly became depressed, as if a basin of cold water was poured over her from head to toe, and she felt a sense of disappointment that "it is hard to find a true friend" in her heart.

"Why don't you recite anymore?" the little lama asked Zhang Xingxing when he saw that she had stopped moving.

Zhang Xingxing looked at the little lama with an indescribable expression and said, "Is it possible that this is not called reading, but singing..." After saying that, she thought about the little lama's embarrassing Chinese level and waved her hand, "Tsk, your level is worse than that of an elementary school student. You'd better not try those nonsense words for now. Go back and learn pinyin first."

"you!"

Although the little lama didn't fully understand what Zhang Xingxing said, he probably understood what Zhang Xingxing meant by "Brother, you still need to practice." The angry little lama turned his back and ran to the carpenter who had played mahjong with them before, tugged at his clothes, and asked him in Tibetan what Zhang Xingxing had just sung.

This was unexpected. Zhang Xingxing put on sunglasses, raised his eyebrows and looked at the carpenter who stopped working.

"Nothing." The carpenter stopped what he was doing, paused for a moment, and recalled what Zhang Xingxing had just sung. Finally, he touched the little lama's head and told him that it meant a pair of lovers were in love with each other. Zhang Xingxing looked at the carpenter in surprise. Indeed, most operas tell stories of talented men and beautiful women, which is accurate.

"What she said is not suitable for you. You are still young. You should learn from the master... When you grow up, you will understand naturally."

Zhang Xingxing: What a great way to say "you'll understand when you grow up"! ! My goodness, the words used by adults all over the world to fool children are so consistent~

Zhang Xingxing, who was watching the fun, said, "Yes, yes. The carpenter didn't realize that you have a good command of Chinese! You can't judge a book by its cover... You know a lot~"

The carpenter rubbed his fingertips unnaturally. Zhang Xingxing noticed his movements and couldn't help but curled his lips.

This is an interesting person too.

"Do you understand now?" the little lama asked curiously. The carpenter was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something. Finally, he said in a faint voice: "No, even people who love each other often cannot fully understand these things."

"What's more, some of these stories are just wishful thinking. Most of them are just illusions that she likes me and I like her. My true feelings are misplaced..."

After hearing these words, Zhang Xingxing, who had not slept well all night, felt as if a sword had pierced his heart and he remained silent.

Hehe, he's quite good at speaking.

At this time, the young man came back from outside, and seeing the strange atmosphere of the few people, he paused for a moment, but still walked over. Seeing the unhappy face of the little lama, he reached out and touched the little lama's head, probably because Zhang Xingxing bullied the child again.

He nodded to the carpenter, reached into his pocket and handed a piece of candy to the little lama. Then he saw Zhang Xingxing, who had her arms crossed, and handed her a piece of candy. He patted Zhang Xingxing's head, signaling her to be good.

Finally, looking at the little girl who was sitting there quietly and had little sense of presence, he walked up to her and handed her a piece of candy. Looking at the little girl's happy eyes, the boy seemed to see the bright eyes of Zhang Xingxing when she heard that she didn't have to do homework when she was a child.

So he couldn't help but handed her another fruit and touched her head.

Zhang Xingxing looked down at the candy in his hand, then looked up at the candy and fruit in the little girl's hand.

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She gave this candy to the boy because she saw that he liked sweet things, and then the boy took it and gave it to her???

Zhang Xingxing turned into a salty fish eye under his sunglasses:......

I'm being too sentimental~~~

I'm being too sentimental~~~

I'm being too sentimental~~~

The sound echoed in the valley of Zhang Xingxing's heart and resounded in every corner.

Tsk, the three major illusions in life: the cell phone rings, someone knocks on the door, he likes me, will apply equally to everyone.