After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

So the sunset at Qiu Shui Pavilion that day illuminated today's drawing paper.

The boy in the painting is standing aside, drawing a girl in the painting, with some ink stains on his cheerful and handsome face...

"There is a certain charm in her eyes and eyebrows." Ying's mother nodded.

"Where's the charm? Brother Li is so big and strong. Xiao Mo must have deliberately made himself look better."

Ying Xuliang smacked his lips like a dead duck, feeling mixed emotions.

When I see how the Li family kid has grown up, why do I feel that he deserves a beating for some unknown reason?

"Boys take after their mothers when they grow up."

Ying's mother smiled gently, not letting her husband find fault.

Well known.

The father-in-law looks at his son-in-law and becomes more and more angry. The mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law and becomes more and more happy.

wrong.

It seems a bit inappropriate to say whether they are in a complicated mood. How old are these two children? Childhood marriage is...

“…”

The setting sun illuminated the sunset in the painting, and also illuminated Xiaoying's mirror-like eyes, breaking through the snow in her eyes.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the boy's face in the painting, letting a trace of ink stain her fingertips.

"How is it? The painting is good."

Little painter Li looked up, feeling a little proud.

Then I felt a chill in my philtrum.

"?"

The little hand with ink-stained fingertips poked his philtrum.

"Well, now it looks more like the painting."

Xiao Yingbing spoke softly, glanced at her parents who were talking beside her, and her clear eyes turned complicated.

“Let’s eat dumplings!”

The New Year’s Eve dinner in the Ying family compound is about to begin. After eating the dinner, they will worship their ancestors and tell them about the major events that have happened in the family in the past year, and ask the ancestors to bless them with good luck in the coming year.

This is similar to the tradition of other families in Qinghe County.

Soon, in front of the brightly lit ancestral hall, dumplings were bubbling in a large pot in the open air. The sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time, and the gray night was filled with the smell of fireworks.

The Ying family is a large family with a long history.

At the New Year's buffet, neighbors and even people from the county can come to eat and join in the fun, which means the family is prosperous.

Li Mo sat there with a frown on his face, looking at the little lump of ice beside him.

Little Ice Tuozi is still Little Ice Tuozi, which means that there is still no sign of waking up from the dream.

Little Yingbing picked up the dumplings, his eyes a little dazed, looking at the Ying family compound in the New Year.

"Madam, where's the vinegar? How can we eat dumplings without vinegar?"

The old father Ying Xuliang looked at the two little ones, asked Guan Niangzi for some vinegar, and prepared to give Jiaozi a good bath.

"You really are... Bing'er finally has a friend, that's a good thing."

"I know, but I just want something sour."

"Then you eat. I'll go find a red envelope for Xiao Mo. We can't lose our manners."

Ying Xuliang ate his dumplings and asked, "Why hasn't he returned home for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"You forgot that the Li family had the New Year's Eve dinner late." Ying's mother reminded.

"That's right. Brother Li is probably out here inspecting public security. If he passes by later..."

"Daddy, eat dumplings."

A pair of chopsticks holding dumplings was handed to me, held by a small hand.

Ying Xuliang's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned for a long time.

Is it Bing'er?

At this moment, the old father suddenly felt like crying. Bing'er has never liked communicating with others since she was a child, and she is the same towards her parents. There are even gossips in the county saying that his daughter is a fool.

Bing'er seems different today.

"Good, delicious, these dumplings are really fragrant."

"Um, Xiao Mo, you eat too."

Ying Xuliang was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Ying's mother also returned with two red envelopes in her hands:

"Happy New Year, Xiao Mo. Take the red envelope. Take Bing'er with you more often in the future."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Li Mo put the red envelope in her pocket and looked at Xiao Bingtuozi seriously. She stuffed the red envelope into her arms, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, showing satisfaction and joy.

“…”

Ok.

Anyway, this is just a dream. Even if you really encounter a disaster beast in the dream, it doesn’t matter. Even if you die in the dream, at most your soul will be weak for a while.

Why do you have to wake up?

At least in his dreams, he could face his childhood fears with little Bingtuozi, and that was enough.