You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 1345 Toughness
A Ping's small arms hugged his mother's neck vigorously, secretly wiping away tears, and did not dare to cry loudly when crying. His father said that he is a man, and a man can no longer cry after the age of three.

"Mother, Ah Ping misses you. Mother didn't see Ah Ping because you were always asleep when Ah Ping came over. Ah Ping saw you twice a day."

A Ping leaned in Wen Qing'er's arms, and kept talking with her little finger, looking so small that it made people feel distressed.

Wen Qing'er squeezed the soft flesh on Aping's body, and felt that the child seemed to have lost some weight, and the flesh on his body was also firmer. It is estimated that he was often practiced by his father, but he had never seen it before. The child has complained.

But mothers always have to care about their children's food, clothing, housing and transportation. Ask people if they are tired and hurt recently?
Ah Ping also had a look of excitement when he said this, and told his mother affectionately how many stone bows he had been able to draw recently, and he was so happy, as if he had received great benefits.

Wen Qing'er listened carefully to A Ping's speech, and responded from time to time. She squeezed A Ping's little hand with her big hand, and immediately felt something was wrong.

Turning over to look at A Ping's little palm, the child's hand was full of blood blisters, Wen Qing'er just glanced at it, her heart ached so badly that she almost burst into tears.

"How did this happen, Aping, you don't feel hurt, why didn't you tell your father and mother."

Ah Ping touched the blood blisters on his hands by himself, the pain was nothing but pain, but he had also seen the hands of his father, Uncle Shi Shan, Uncle Shi Yuan, and they were skilled in martial arts, the thicker the calluses on his hands.

He didn't even understand why his hands were still soft to the touch even though they were covered with blisters. Because of this, Ah Ping had been sulking for two days.

"It hurts a bit, but it doesn't hurt too much. I heard Dad tell Uncle Shishan and Uncle Shiyuan that they came here in this way when they were young. First, the blood bubbles are ground out, and then the blood bubbles will form a layer when they burst. Thin calluses.

The cocoon is worn out, and another layer of blood blisters, and this cycle repeats, and when a thick layer of cocoon is formed on the hand, the kung fu has been practiced well. "

"Mother, don't feel bad, Ah Ping doesn't feel like suffering."

Wen Qing'er was really surprised that such a small person could say such a thing. Before Ying Yu didn't come back, although A Ping was talking about martial arts practice every day, he was still a bit squeamish about a young master.

Don't say that you are afraid of suffering and pain, Mr. Ying is cute and clean, you can't get a little dust in your little robe all day long in class, and if there is something wrong, you have to wait for someone to change it.

But now it is different after being taught by Ying Yu. The child really looks like a man. He can endure hardship, sit still, and have a tough temper. This is really unexpected to Wen Qinger.

But looking at the child's small palms full of dark red blood blisters, Wen Qing'er, a mother, couldn't help feeling distressed, after all, she treated the first child more tenderly.

"Ah Ping, why don't you pick out the blood bubbles for you? If you write like this, eating will hurt, right? Picking out blood bubbles won't delay your martial arts practice. It just makes you feel better and doesn't hurt so much."

Ah Ping was not very happy after hearing this, he really felt that he would delay his martial arts practice if he picked blood bubbles.

Ying Yu was also distressed, and at this moment, she was also persuaded by her background: "Let your mother pick it. I can't bear to swing a sword with blood bubbles. My mother picked me to practice swords when I was a child."

(End of this chapter)