An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

October 17,

On Jing Chunxi’s birthday, the provincial school was closed for one day.

After a good sleep, I put on a new set of clothes and shoes given by my mother.

The pair of golden butterflies that Tao Jin gave me finally came in handy. The thin brushed wings were inlaid with red corals, sparkling in the sun, just right for a graceful girl.

If I don't wear it in the next two years, I'm afraid I'll have to put it away when I get older.

Chun Tao gently pulled Jing Chunxi up and praised her, "Miss, you are so beautiful. You seem to have grown a lot taller."

Compared to Chuntao, who is already fourteen years old, Jing Chunxi is just as tall as her, but he is taller and has a slender waist, giving him the figure of a graceful girl.

"If only it were a little whiter."

"What truth are you telling?"

Sugar Frost and Pinky exchanged a series of words. Sugar Frost's words came out of her own mouth, completely out of her carelessness; but Pinky's expression was clearly one of deliberate ridicule.

"You two don't even look in the mirror before you insult me!"

The two of them almost said directly, "The lady is too dark," but Jing Chunxi was not willing to tolerate it.

After training for such a long time and being in the sun for a long time, Jing Chunxi's skin is now a very healthy wheat color. Compared with its original tender and fair skin, it has a bit more wildness and playfulness.

Jing Chunxi's movements were extremely swift, and he rushed straight towards the two of them.

Hongfen was particularly alert. Every time the young lady took a step, she smiled and tried to run outside. However, Chuntao, who was well prepared, quickly stopped her: "If you dare to insult the young lady again, the young lady is too pampering to you."

Chuntao was not polite at all. When she caught the person, she slapped him twice, making Hongfen scream and jump.

Seeing that everyone was targeting Hongfen, Tangshuang didn't bother her and stepped forward to act as a door god and a traitor.

Hongfen was held down by Jing Chunxi who followed. The two of them tickled her. Hongfen laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe. She kept begging for mercy: "Miss, I didn't mean it. Ah! Ah! Miss, please spare me."

Seeing the three of them laughing and making a scene, Hongfen kicked around wildly, almost kicking Jing Chunxi's new clothes. Tang Shuang quickly stepped forward and surrounded Hongfen, trapping her legs and making them unable to move.

Red Pink was so angry that she screamed: "Sugar Frost, you are the culprit. You are taking advantage of others' misfortune. You clearly said... Ah! You bad guy!..."

Until now, Frosting still hadn't realized her gaffe. She was always straightforward, so she pretended to be silly and argued, "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything. Look, the lady didn't even punish me."

This caused the other three to burst out laughing, and they no longer had the energy to play a prank on him.

"What are you doing?"

Pu Ge'er, who was the first to deliver the gifts, had been standing at the door for a while. After seeing them finish their fun, he came in as if exhausted.

I also added to them: "Sister's butterflies are crooked from laughing."

Jing Chunxi thought, "How can that be possible? I want to look beautiful today." She quickly touched her head, but the butterfly was still firmly held.

He immediately knew he was being tricked, and stared forward: "How could that be?"

Chuntao looked over and saw that the young lady's hair and hairband were neat, but her clothes were a little messy. She hurried over to help her smooth it out. She also quickly replied to the young lady, "It's not messy at all."

"It seems that Pu Ge'er is itching for trouble." Jing Chunxi said as he pretended to stretch out his claws and rushed towards him.

But Pu Ge'er was not frightened at all. Instead, he handed her a small wooden box with both hands: "This is a birthday gift for my sister. I wish my sister a happy birthday."

"Why does this rosewood look familiar?" Jing Chunxi happily took it and glanced at Pu Ge'er with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

The little guy is offering flowers to Buddha.

"The rosewood was given to me by my sister, but this wooden box and the hairpin inside were all carved by me." Pu Ge'er blushed slightly, but spoke with confidence.

"That's thoughtful. I like it very much." Jing Chunxi blurted out before even looking at it carefully. It was obvious that this thing was made by her younger brother. Just like the clothes, shoes and socks given by her mother, every stitch and thread was full of love.

In the wooden box lay a hairpin also carved from rosewood. It was simple in style and a bit rough, with only a few shallow decorative patterns carved on it, but it was obvious that it was made with great care. The little guy must have spent a lot of time preparing the gift for her.

Jing Chunxi took out the hairpin and asked Chuntao to put it on for him. He shook his head and bent down to get closer to Pu Ge'er: "Sister, am I beautiful?"

Pu Geer saw so many people around and saw his sister was so childish. He blushed and quickly stepped back, taking two steps before saying, "Sister is always beautiful."

Mingming is only six years old. He slept in the same bed with his sister and mother last year, but now he is shy. Jing Chunxi wants to touch him and kiss him, but he is afraid of scaring him away.

"Sister, what do you want to do?"

Pu Ge'er was startled when his sister suddenly grabbed his hand. But he realized it too late and wanted to pull back even though his hand was being held, but he couldn't resist his sister.

There are thin calluses on the palm of the hand, which are caused by martial arts practice; the calluses on the first joint of the middle finger are also very obvious, which are caused by calligraphy practice.

However, the palm and fingers of the right hand had traces of being scratched by the knife, and one or two places were even bleeding slightly, which must have been caused by carving with a knife.

"This is the best gift I have ever received." Jing Chunxi couldn't help but hug her brother.

Then he nodded slightly to Hongfen, who had already taken something and was standing behind Jing Chunxi.

Jing Chunxi: "This is a birthday gift for Pu Ge'er."

Just like the gift he gave to several cousins ​​on the road to exile last year, Jing Chunxi's gift was also a dagger, but this one was shorter and more beautiful. It was inlaid with a row of yellowish-brown gems, which reflected the sunlight and looked golden.

This was specially left by Jing Chunxi for Pu Ge'er.

Pu Ge'er immediately snatched it away and asked, "Is there anything else I can do to replace the gift?"

The dagger was small and delicate and fit well in his hand. He could pull out the pin and turn it flexibly. He practiced it in front of people and behind people a few times and then quickly put the pin back in. Pu Ge'er was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. This was the first real "weapon" in his life.

Jing Chunxi smiled: "This originally belonged to the General's Mansion. This is also what your grandparents, uncles, and aunts expected of you."

Pu Ge'er's expression turned serious when he heard this. He held the dagger in his hand as if it were a treasure and said carefully, "Pu Ge'er will cherish it."