I am a good citizen of Condor Shooting!

Time flies, five years fly by, in these not short five years, Mo Yan's improvement in martial arts is not insignificant. But I have to mention Huang Yaoshi's guidance.Although the current Mo Yan is worse than Huang Yaoshi, it is difficult to find an opponent under the five unique skills, even if it is Zhou Botong in the cave in the northwest corner, if everything depends on his ability, if he fights with real swords and guns, who will win? I'm afraid I don't know.

Today is January 25th, Huang Rong's birthday. In view of the existence of Mo Yan, a person with modern thinking, Xiao Huangrong is naturally not like the ordinary ancients. When the mixed call of "stuffed" began, the annual celebration began.Naturally, with so much experience, even if it's only afternoon now, and it's not the time for her birthday dinner, she can still know tonight's regular program.

"Uncle Seven, do you think Uncle can come back on time?" Little Huang Rong writhed as if fleas had grown on her body, and finally couldn't help but put down the brush, and ran out of the room in a hurry, looking straight at her. Mo Yan rushed over.Mo Yan stood up slowly, patted the hem that was accidentally stained with dust while tending flowers and plants, and patted Huang Rong's head amusedly, "Do you think you will forget after a while? This is our Rong'er's birthday."

With a teasing laugh, Huang Rong raised her chin very proudly, and shouted very firmly: "Of course not!" Then she lowered her head curiously, "Uncle Qi is planting mandala again? It hasn't been opened for so long. Did you die after crossing the flower?" She wanted to reach out to touch it, but Huang Yaoshi's stern warning flashed across her mind, and she withdrew her hand resentfully, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Strange to say, since the embarrassing flower bloomed five years ago, even if he picked up the broken mandala from the depths of the peach forest, planted it carefully, watered it carefully every day, and even consulted Huang Yaoshi , but in these five years, it has never been opened even once, which surprised him.But after thinking about it, since it is a mutated mandala, even Huang Yaoshi has only vaguely seen it from ancient books, so it must be different from others.So Mo Yan can understand it, but he is not disappointed. He has been raising these flowers that he does not know whether they will bloom again, and it is all a kind of commemoration.

Huang Rong looked back and saw the white bun coming up not far away at a glance. It is not like before, but it is the size of a small dog and cute like a Samoyed. Now the white bun is majestic and majestic, with yellow eyes on the outside There is also a circle of darkness, which is extremely ferocious.In addition, Mo Yan didn't know what was in his mind before, but he ran some extremely simple exercises in Bai Baozi's body every few days. Five years later, although he didn't know what inexplicable results would be produced, Bai Baozi Baozi is different from the general white wolf's strong physical fitness is definitely one of the manifestations.

Looking at the big white wolf, which is as tall as half a man, and occasionally calling out white buns, even Mo Yan himself would twitch the corners of his mouth uncomfortably, as if such a cute name was too weird to be applied to it.But no matter how vicious it looks, Huang Rong, who grew up with Bai Baozi, would naturally not be afraid of it.That's right, Huang Rong excitedly went forward, and the white bun lay down in a very humane way, Huang Rong touched the wolf's head, which was taller than her, and saw the small cloth bag in the wolf's mouth with sharp eyes , she recognized what it was at a glance.

"This is a gift from the white-bearded uncle in the cave, isn't it!" Huang Rong narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and took the cloth bag. Seeing the white bun who stood up again, she nodded and shook her head, she couldn't help wondering She opened it up and found that the cloth bag contained not only the grasshopper she had asked for from Zhou Botong last time, but also a wolf-shaped wooden carving.

"You gave this to me?" Huang Rong picked up the wood carving. She remembered that it was a very precious item of Baibaozi. She usually kept it carefully for fear of damage. According to the uncle, it was left to it by its mother. Therefore, even if she has a little savage temper and mischievous everywhere, even her father's baby Xiao has been secretly hidden, but she has never done anything to this wood carving.Thinking of this, Huang Rong felt a little sad, even Bai Baozi's mother left something for him, why didn't her own mother leave anything for him?Even in the few memories I had, whenever I asked about my mother, Uncle Qi would always avoid him, and the uncle also had a cold expression. What was even more frightening was that Dad, although he usually had a straight face, This kind of time is especially frightening, and it made her even more frightened, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Huang Rong came out of the memories, and shivered fiercely because she thought of her father's common bitter face. Huang Rong expressed that she was very moved by the white buns that gave her her beloved treasure. She threw herself forward and rolled a few times, and then heard a cold voice behind her ear, which made her freeze in place, unable to move for a while.

"Rong'er, didn't I tell you not to go to the west?" Huang Yaoshi asked with an unhappy face. God knows he was just dissatisfied with his precious daughter who didn't get close to him. In the end, even the white buns she would jump over and laugh and rub a few times, only herself, every time she saw her, she bowed her head cautiously, or she was pretending to know etiquette, making him feel bitter and unable to express it, and then I didn't want to complain to Mo Yan about this, so I had to endure it.Curves like saving the country can only prevent Rong'er from getting close to those wicked people who dare to rob her daughter, and remind her to pay attention to her ladylike demeanor, and try not to do those things like flying around and getting pregnant, of course, except for the object It's Mo Yan.

Little did he know that Huang Rong would blame him for treating him like this. Is there any little girl under five years old who frowns frowningly at her perennially paralyzed face, and keeps saying that she is not a lady and does not ask herself to be a strict father who does this and that? , can act coquettishly without psychological pressure, and no matter how smart she is, she is just a child, how can she know what Huang Yaoshi wants, even those adults, except for the long-term life together Mo Yan and Ya Yi, who else would know?

It's just that because Huang Yaoshi held back and didn't express, Mo Yan couldn't understand, and the father and daughter lived in such an awkward way. Of course, Mo Yan, who had never really raised a child, would not know, the real How children should treat their parents, so little Huang Rong didn't find it too weird about all the attitudes of Huang Yaoshi that even he himself sometimes didn't know how to be good.

"Father..." Huang Rong stood up straight and lowered her head slightly. She also wanted to get close to her only relative, but every time she faced that serious frowning face, she always lost her courage. Huang Rong pouted, a little aggrieved .

The air pressure dropped, and it was Bai Baozi who first felt that something was wrong. Seeing his playmate's loss, he hurried over to rub Huang Rong's palm.Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, looked up cautiously, Huang Yaoshi was still dissatisfied, which made her very unconvinced.

"The white-bearded uncle in the cave is very nice to me. He's not like you. He always comes to teach me a lesson!" The retort came out of his mouth, and even Huang Rong didn't realize it. When she realized it, it was impossible to take it back. .Mo Yan was stunned. He was a special soldier, and he didn't have any brothers or sisters. Obviously, he couldn't learn from his childhood experience, so he didn't know how to get along with ordinary fathers and daughters.

But looking at Huang Yaoshi who was obviously stunned, and his eyes flashed in disbelief, Mo Yan felt that he probably needed to do something, so he took two steps closer and picked up Xiao Huang Rong, raised his hand and flicked her forehead, After she looked over with wide-eyed eyes, she raised her hand and rubbed her head, "Your father is also doing it for your own good, how can you say that?" Looking past Huang Yaoshi with some envious eyes, Mo Yan was a little puzzled, and followed Looking back, he realized that his gaze was on his right hand rubbing the top of Rong'er's hair... He looked at Rong'er thoughtfully, but was suddenly amused by Xiao Huang Rong's expression.

I saw Huang Rong's small mouth pouted even higher, but she also knew that she had gone too far just now, so she followed Mo Yan's words and said, "Daddy, I'm sorry." Listen clearly.He eased his expression, he really loved this daughter, since her daughter admitted her mistake, he was not willing to teach her a lesson, so he just took two steps closer, wanting to hand over the gift he brought earlier to Xiao Huang Rong.

It's just that Mo Yan grabbed his hand before he reached into his bosom. Five years of familiarity had made him instinctively accept Mo Yan's approach, and his hidden feelings for Mo Yan also made him not be on guard against Mo Yan, so This time, Mo Yan caught him right away.The body stiffened instinctively, and then relaxed in the next second. Huang Yaoshi looked at Mo Yan, obviously asking, but Mo Yan led his hand, and with a slight lift, he attached Huang Rong's hair.

"..." Little Huang Rong raised her head in a daze, and saw Huang Yaoshi who was also a little dazed, one big and one small were staring at each other, but Mo Yan dared to swear that Huang Yaoshi's ears hidden behind his hair definitely sounded Thin red.The instant satisfaction caused Huang Yaoshi to ease his facial expression, rubbed it for a while, and then reluctantly withdrew his hand. Following the previous action, he took out a long flute from his arms, "This is a gift for this year..." Huang The pharmacist paused, and under Mo Yan's urging gaze of "Say it quickly", he wished awkwardly, "Happy birthday."

Little Huang Rong blushed all of a sudden, and happily took back the long flute, although her father's gift every year was a flute, but for some reason, she just thought this year's flute was particularly beautiful.

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Time passed quickly, and when Huang Yaoshi made dinner, yes, it was Huang Yaoshi. Since Huang Rong was born, he no longer sticks to past grievances, and turns a blind eye to Dumb One's behavior of rubbing food. one eye.It seemed that the meal was calculated according to the meal time. When the last cake that Mo Yan insisted on was brought to the table, there was a noise in the yard, and before entering the door, I heard Dumb One's habitually low voice, "Happy birthday, Young Island Master. "

"Uncle!" With a joyful cry, Huang Rong jumped off the stool and ran out, but what she saw in front of her eyes was not just the uncle she had expected...

"Happy birthday? What kind of weird saying is this?" A clear and lively male voice rang out, calling the two adults who followed Xiao Huangrong to look over together, only to find that the little boy standing beside the dumb one was only four or five years old. He is big and small, wearing crumpled clothes, and his hair is a little messy, so messy.It's just that he is in good spirits, his face is a little dirty but very rosy, and his black eyes are rolling straight, making him look weird but not annoying.

It's just that there is a strange sense of familiarity when looking at it, which is strange.

"Who is he?" With her hips akimbo dissatisfied, Xiao Huang Rong tugged at the hem of Du Yi's clothes, glared at the boy, and then quickly moved her uncle to her side, glaring at her.

The author has something to say: general will general~~ I have a new character, Quack~ The frog covered his face and smiled~~

In other words, fast forward is finally fast forward, five years is not that big, eh~ there are still ten years until the plot starts, we may jump from time to time~

Say a week ago?Probably, He Huasang strongly asked Wa to put up a picture she had altered to compare it with Mo Yan's uncle's face, but Wa thought about the issue of portrait rights that he didn't know existed, and reluctantly gave up, so Mo Yan's Uncle’s image, let’s make up for it by ourselves, although Wa doesn’t know that there is a need to make up for it →→Xiao Mo: Ojisang’s amazing, the Lun family is right~~

Lao Huang: It’s okay, as long as you are my Obasan

Xiao Mo: ...