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Just a little bit away, just a little bit away.

The sunlight passed through the crack in the door, casting a thin beam of light on John's face, moistening his eyes.He devoutly enjoys the caress of the sun. The free boy is about to escape the control of the devil and return to the vast blue sky to shed the sweat of youth wantonly.

John opened the door, tears falling on the fresh soil, and flowers of hope bloomed.

Hurry up and don't stop!

He moved his legs desperately, but he was getting further and further away from the ground.

"The yard hasn't been taken care of yet. If your mother knew you were trying to get covered in mud again, you'd be in trouble."

He's been caught by the devil!That evil man who tortured his brain with boring stories.The worst evil in the world!

"My youth, my blood! God, you can't do this. In such a wonderful day, shouldn't we run, jump, and make a beautiful upside-down golden hook?"

John began to resist fiercely, punching and kicking him, but his tiny arms and thighs had little power - at least, they couldn't shake a normal adult.

"You call rolling in the ground hanging on a golden hook? Brat, you ran to the living room in the blink of an eye. I have to keep a close eye on you." The man picked up John and walked to the study on the second floor. " Katherine's at the mall, kid. So it's man time and you'd love to hear daddy tell you some manly stories, right?"

It was over, John gave up resistance completely.

My father is a romance mystery novelist. Although there are very few mysteries in the content he writes, inexplicably, he has a large number of fans in China.

(Jesus, you must be blind to make such a boring book popular.)

In the so-called manly stories of my father, the originally passionate gangsters, resolute sailors and pirates, and brave Scotland Yard men often lost their tough guy shells in the past, leaving only their tenderness for the gentle and kind-hearted rich lady. .

Cheesy bad boy and rich daughter, my God, you wouldn’t write like this even if you gave my grandma a pen.In my previous life, when I was five years old, I no longer liked this kind of story.

John still remembers yesterday's story about Popeye and the admiral's daughter who was kidnapped by pirates. Yesterday's story was like every previous story. The sailor was his father, and the admiral's daughter, who was gentle, beautiful and dared to love and hate, was his father. My own mother.

Really tied the dog into the room, held it down and killed it.

"Ding dong."

"I'll open the door!" John broke away from his father's hand excitedly.

"You brat, slow down."

Catherine had just left for less than 10 minutes, and the only person who could come to save him at this time was little Hermione from the neighbor Granger's family.

Opening the door, sure enough, a 'mushroom' with a cute face appeared in front of John.To be honest, John really couldn't figure out why a five-year-old girl had such an exaggerated amount of hair.With her small stature and extremely explosive hair, is Hermione the head of the Burial Love family?

"Uncle Lewis, can you take me to the library now? I have some books that need to be returned." Hermione squeezed in from beside John and looked at Lewis standing on the stairs.

John curled his lips at Hermione's back from the side, should he really be called Miss Know-It-All?While the children in the kindergarten were still throwing blocks to play, others were already flipping through the dictionary and reading "One Hundred Thousand Whys", scorning everyone of their peers, including John in the eyes of their own parents.Moreover, with the girl’s knowledge reserve that is beyond her peers, most people in the class became her fans within a few days of kindergarten.More of a protagonist than John.

Yes, although John's five-year-old body contained the soul of a Chinese high school student, he didn't want to waste his energy on useless books after experiencing the magic riot and roughly remembering some of the plot.He preferred to spend the peaceful time before he was 11 years old happily with his family.

Well, he is just a bad student and his brain hurts when he reads.

"Of course, dear, are Mist and the others still at the clinic? I remember it's your birthday party tonight, isn't it?"

Lewis walked down the stairs to the second floor and put on the windbreaker on the sofa hastily. "Go change into some neat clothes, John, and let's accompany little Hermione to borrow some books."

As if he didn't see the contempt in John's eyes, he calmly straightened the wrinkled windbreaker on his body.No kidding, he is a full-time writer, and the last time he wore this coat was when the kids started school a few weeks ago.

Although he had been taught a lesson by Catherine countless times, he always believed that only a wrinkled trench coat smelled like an old London gentleman.

"Yes, Uncle Lewis, there are a few difficult patients at the clinic who need surgery, but dad said they will be back before dinner." Hermione said with a smile.

At the age of five, Hermione already had some prototypes of the Minister of Magic. As a young girl, she wore a head of disobedient hair and was as proud as a permed peacock.

Proud but not arrogant, the way the little girl imitates the tone of adults and speaks is really cute.

He thought about it and took out his favorite brown windbreaker of the same style as Zha Kang, children's style, black trousers, a white shirt and a small red tie from the closet.Fortunately, he has a cute little mixed-race face, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to handle Zha Kang's colorful and sultry mix.

After finishing dressing, looking at the face with baby fat in the mirror, John could only comfort himself that he had become a man, and it would be better if he grew a few years older.

He opened the trap door on the attic floor and lowered the ladder. He also jumped down in a few steps. He turned back and pulled the rope on the wall. The ladder was retracted and the trap door was closed.This was a small mechanism that his grandfather made for him. John didn't ask anything about the principle because he was afraid that his grandfather would brainwash him with a lot of mechanical knowledge.

What the old man hopes most is that a reliable technical talent can come from his family to take over his mantle.However, although his uncle was smart, he grew up to be a playboy due to lack of discipline when he was young.Looking at it this way, it turns out that it would be easier to train Little John, who is highly malleable.

"Thank you for your patronage, five dollars, thank you uncle."

When John walked into the living room, he saw Lewis taking money out of his wallet with a frustrated face, and Hermione standing in front of the poor middle-aged man with a smile.

what is this?The pretty lolita robs the dead house uncle?

"You made a bet on me again, what was the bet on this time?"

John looked at his father curiously. The five-dollar bet originated from his grandfather and his comrades.During a family dinner, my grandfather told interesting stories about him and his old comrades in arms. The five-dollar bet was learned by his parents because of its small amount and great entertainment. In the end, it ruined the grid next to him. The Ranger family.

"Son, why don't you wear the overalls I bought for you. They are the same style as the Baker Street Guerrillas, plus your Sherlock Holmes dad. Let's go together to look cool."

Indeed, now that you are so handsome, I will become your follower.

After a while, on the way to the library.

"John, can you listen to a story tonight?" As soon as she got in the car and sat down, Hermione opened her big eyes and stared at John.

Ever since John discovered that Hermione was no longer clinging to him last year, he would sit with Hermione on the window sill of his room every night and tell her the contents of various novels, movies and anime from his previous life as stories in order to keep her. His position in the little girl's heart.

As for the story of the dragon clan, he was originally only going to tell it until it ended with Long San. After all, he had never seen the rest of the story in his previous life.

But the little girl became obsessed with the Dragon Clan from the moment she heard about Eriki's death. She clamored to hear it all day long. Even though John had explained countless times that Eriki would not come back from the dead, it still couldn't be extinguished. The girl's passion for "Dragon", Hermione even got entangled with a bunch of her little fans who cornered him in the storage room last Friday when kindergarten was over to force him to change the ending of Li Yi.

He still can't forget the heart-wrenching look of the little girl standing in front of the crowd and looking at him with pleading eyes. Really, if he hadn't been named Jiang Nan, he would have changed his mind a long time ago. When he was stared at by that little look in his eyes, His heart almost melted.

To be honest, after Hermione came to him with a red face and apologized a few days ago, John thought she had finally said goodbye to the little monster.

Do you want dad to change the story?Throw away some Jiangnan brand knives and add some love elements suitable for girls?Give two little monsters a sweet ending?John thought distressedly.

Hermione pushed the distracted John, "Don't worry, you won't listen to Ricardo's story. After all, John, you are not as talented as your uncle. I can understand if the story is told slower."

too naive!Merely provoking a general can't break my defense.

"I just want to hear more of Eriki's story and touch her more truly."

Seeing the flash of sadness in Hermione's eyes, John couldn't help but think of the "House Elf Liberation Front" in the future. The girl was as kind as ever, and she was worthy of his love.

"Please, my favorite baby Jack."

Appeared!Exclusive version of John's Noble Phantasm Hermione.

(In English, the words Jack and John have the same origin, so Jack has also become a nickname for John among friends and family, just like Kate and Catherine, Lewis and Liu, which is a kind of nickname.)

What John couldn't bear the most was when Hermione used such tempting and misleading language to ask him to do something. He often couldn't even hold a breath.

She is only five years old!John thought this was pretty fucked up in every sense of the word.

"Be polite, John, and act like a gentleman." Lewis also noticed the situation in the back row.He took the time to educate his son.

"Drive your car, Mr. Wick." John kicked the back of the driver's seat angrily. "Well Hermione, you know I can't say no to you. Also, happy birthday."

Looking at the petite little girl, he said meaningfully.Consider it an investment.

"Yes! Thank you John. You are my best friend." Hermione excitedly grabbed John's hand. If she hadn't been in the car, she would have jumped up holding him at this time.

Thinking of what Hermione would look like when she grew up, John became excited. Thank you God for allowing me to chase her since I was three years old. You are really my great big brother!