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Chapter 66

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The corners of Shengge's mouth twitched, and his head was full of black lines. Sure enough, the master is among the people.

Look at how high-sounding and high-end the girl from Beicheng said.

historic meeting...

I was going to scare this girl to death. For some reason, what appeared in her mind were two big men shaking hands.

She felt as if she had returned to the time when she was in history class...

"Auntie, your hand is pricked."

When Shengge pulled out of his brain, he saw that the blood from his fingertips had stained the scarf on the embroidery frame red.

She just wanted to inherit Mrs. Xianglin's heroine skills, why was she always the one who got hurt.

The only thing to blame is the barrage of talents...

Dimly lit place: Why is my focus still on the anchor's embroidery? I think I'm poisoned.

Lang Jiujiu: Because you are imagining a pig embroidering clumsily.

If you walk too sloppy, your waist will flash: pigs are not as stupid as anchors, okay?

Shengge said silently in his heart, don't get angry, don't get angry, life is like a play...

"Aniang, do you want to embroider a tiger for Ah Mao?"

Amao looked at Shengge with burning eyes. Under such eager eyes, Shengge couldn't say no.

woo woo woo...

Shengge's heart was crying.

Ah Mao, don't you really think that A Niang is not pleasing to the eye, and you want to abolish A Niang's hands?
Embroidering tigers, such a tall thing is really fatal.

As a beginner, she can only embroider with a thread. She is not the all-powerful Mrs. Xianglin who can attack and defend.

"Embroidery, my mother is not good at embroidering, don't laugh, Mao."

Shengge said dryly.

Shengge suddenly realized that he couldn't imagine what a tiger looked like. Except for wolves and dogs, most of the animals that appeared in his mind were half-human, half-demon.

Journey to the West hurt me a lot.

She can't even embroider animals, does she dare to embroider monsters?

Walking too rough will flash your waist: If you say what you say, you have to embroider even if your hands are broken (funny and funny.)
Shengge really hated the funny expression now, and he didn't know who made it.

Ugh……

Tiger, tiger...

With...

Shengge thought of the tiger when he was learning stick figures when he was young. In order to prevent it from being too ugly, Shengge first drew the outline with a brush before starting to make needles.

The needle is so thin, her strength is so strong, and her hands are so rough, it really doesn't match.

Under Amao's gaze, Sheng Ge, who drove the ducks to the shelves, bit the bullet and started the big business of embroidering tigers.

"Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast..."

Sheng Ge didn't know why he hummed this nursery rhyme subconsciously, he could only say that he remembered it too deeply.

I don't know how many times it was punctured, but an extremely abstract tiger was finally released.

Lianhua Fairy: I think the anchor is not suitable for this kind of delicate work.

Yu Sheng Gu Liang: Well, is this really a tiger?
"Auntie..."

Amao looked at the tiger that his mother had painstakingly embroidered, and it was really hard to say what he liked very much against his will.

Forgive him, he only saw a black mass, as for the nose and eyes, he couldn't tell the difference.

Sheng Ge laughed dryly, child, your pure eyes really make A Niang feel ashamed.

How much she couldn't bear to think about it before she thought of inheriting Xianglin's sister-in-law's female celebrity.

With so many things going on, she must be stupid.

"Amao, you don't know something."

"This is Aniang's attempt to combine stick figures and embroidery. It's a pity that Aniang's hands and feet are not as flexible as before, and she can't embroider the little tiger that Amao likes."

Shengge had to admit that Mrs. Xianglin was a woman who could withstand a hoe and embroider flowers.

Such a person is hard-working and down-to-earth, and should have had an ordinary and warm life, but it is a pity that good fortune tricks others.

Amao blinked, and his obsidian eyes were instantly wet with tears.

"Aniang, it's Amao who is not good. I like all the embroidered ones that Aniang embroiders."

Amao thought of the scars all over his mother's body, and thought of the mother's bare-handed fight with wolves to save him that day.

In fact, he was somewhat conscious at that time.

How could he forget that his mother was almost eaten by the big bad wolf in order to save him.

A Niang's hand must have been injured, he wanted to be a good boy and not let his mother feel sad.

Shengge didn't know what kind of impression the scene of fighting a wolf with his bare hands left on the desperate Amao.

Like a towering mountain, like a warm sun.

For Amao, it was a new life, a hope of living.

So no matter what happened to Shengge, Amao trusted and relied on him wholeheartedly.

Beicheng Nansheng: Ah Mao cutie doesn't cry or cry, your mother did it on purpose.

I'm a magic stick: After counting by the old man, Amao has already made up ten thousand reasons for the anchor in his heart.

Dimly lit place: Oh, I suddenly want a little padded jacket, I'm asking for a marriage, I'm asking for a marriage...

Looking at the barrage, a strange color flashed in Sheng Ge's eyes.

After all, she is not Mrs. Xianglin, and Ah Mao has to adapt to the differences between them bit by bit.

"Amao, don't cry, as soon as you cry, mother wants to cry."

Shengge's words did not add a little water, and in a short period of time, she and Amao shared hardships and established a profound revolutionary friendship.

"Amao, it will take longer for the tears to stay on the wound. Don't you want your mother to teach you how to write?"

"Also, this valley is very beautiful, with butterflies and flowers, doesn't Amao want to see it by himself?"

At this moment, Shengge felt that she had chosen the wrong major when she went to college. She should have chosen preschool education.

After learning pre-school education, will it be possible to calmly deal with children?

"Don't cry."

Amao said softly.

"Ma'am, can you fold up the tiger and put it under my pillow?"

Amao's voice was still full of tears, which made people feel very pity.

Sheng Ge is ashamed, so ugly, should I keep it as a souvenir?

Amao's next words were solved with Shengge.

"With the scent of A Niang, Amao won't be afraid."

Shengge woke up like a dream, she has been paying attention to Amao's injury, but she forgot whether it will leave a psychological shadow on Amao being held by wild wolves for so long.

"Ah."

"Amao is not afraid, mother is so powerful."

Shengge waved his red and swollen hand, which was indescribably funny.

Under the comfort of Sheng Ge, Ah Mao fell into a deep sleep with tears still hanging on her eyelashes.

After all, with such a serious injury, even if Sister Xianzi rejuvenated, it would be impossible to bring Amao back to life so quickly.

Ah Mao Ah Mao...

Should she give Amao an official name?

Could it be simply called He Mao?
She refused the name.

As for why the surname is He, it is naturally because He Lao Liu is Amao's biological father.

Even she can't take that away.

However, the name He Mao is really hard to describe in words.

Apart from the appearance, the name is the first and most intuitive impression.

Even if it can't be extraordinary and refined, at least it must be well-behaved.

(End of this chapter)