After Becoming a Little Sister

Back then, my own daughter was small, only bigger than a palm, wrinkled like a little monkey.

The people he killed with his own hands in his life could fill up the wards of the hospital. If he slapped this kind of newborn, there would be only minced meat left.

But he had never been so afraid of his proud strength. In the ward, he almost lay down on the edge of the bed, carefully stretching out a finger to try to touch this weak and pitiful life, for fear of hurting the other person. got hurt.

That kind of soft touch and the sense of mission and responsibility extended from life almost overwhelmed all other emotions.

She was so small at the time, and then she grew up little by little, her big eyes reflected her own appearance, black and bright.

When the little child learned to pronounce the syllable 'baba', he only felt that the whole world became quiet.

Except for that call, all voices are moving away.

But everything is so beautiful, just like the black and white world has colors.

From then on, he vowed to give the best to his children!The most wonderful world!The safest fairy tale castle!

He can do anything for his daughter, but it doesn't include letting her try danger.

So - I refuse! !

The bald man's softness was only for a moment, and then he became tough again.

After all, if a hero-level figure is so persuasive, then it is not him.

Super power development or something, whose fault is it if something goes wrong?

At that time, even if the person who developed the plan was thrown into the garbage dump and crushed into cubes, would he be able to get his daughter back?

"All superpower development plans in the Third New Divine Grace City have the most basic safety restrictions and professional medical teams."

The head teacher looked at him: "These attempts will not endanger the child's personal safety."

"...You are a good teacher, I apologize to you for my previous rudeness." The bald man restrained his anger a bit: "But I still refuse."

"Student Jin Lola, what's your opinion?"

"I—" Little Lolita thought for a while, shaking in the bald man's arms: "Father!"

"Can't!"

"Daddy is the best, Daddy~ Please~"

"……Can't."

"Father!" Little Loli hugged the bald man's neck and gave him a big kiss: "If I can't learn anymore, I won't learn, let me try, okay?"

"..."

"If you don't let me learn, I will ignore you! Never talk to Dad again! Dad is a bad dad!"

"Hey, honey, but it's really dangerous. Daddy can't trust them and let you—"

"Hmph! Don't talk to me!" Little Loli did what she said, and turned away: "Let me go! I'll go by myself! I want to run away from home!"

"...Well, teacher in charge, I'll take a look at the notification letter you sent earlier, let me take a look..."

The homeroom teacher blinked. She didn't expect Jin Lola, who seemed shy, to have such an "arrogant" side.

It seems that her father really dotes on her. Is this child so lively only in front of relatives?

I set a small teaching goal in my heart, and the homeroom teacher took the notice with a smile: "Look at it, take a good look at it, there is still enough."

"Teacher in charge, I also have some doubts." A parent next to him had a hesitant expression on his face: "My Zixuan wants to participate in this plan, I—"

"Since you are the child's parent, how can you completely let the child make life choices according to his own willfulness? Parents must play a reasonable guiding role! Zixuan is fine in everything else, except when facing difficulties I like to escape, this kind of character..."

The bald man's ears twitched, and he looked back at the teacher in charge, wanting her to return his previous touch.

But what is more important now is something else.

He took a deep breath and stared at the little Taoist nun Li Guang next to him, who was holding Little Loli's hand and teaching her to sign the notice.

"Here's the date... write it."

"I, I can't write numbers, you teach me..."

"Then I'll write it for you."

"Just teach like this! Don't let go!"

"Oh……"

"┻━┻︵╰(‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!!"

PS: happy new year

PS2: I have prepared a New Year’s party for everyone on CCTV. It’s a trivial matter whether you have money or not. As long as you enjoy watching it, remember to watch it. Happy New Year to everyone here

PS3: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1564 1357.5 - Today in History

Unknown timeline Ludi

A young man carrying a bag half the height of a person is walking in the downtown area, looking around with a heroic spirit.

When the crowd was crowded, he turned his eyes, but he reached out and grabbed a little girl who passed by.

"Girl, I didn't bring much money with me when I went out, so why don't you leave me two taels of silver?"

"You—I don't know what you're talking about!"

The little girl who was grabbed by him was dry and thin, she didn't panic when she heard this, she just struggled.

"Teacher! Help! Molestation! Slapping Huazi and arresting people in the street!"

Some passers-by around looked over, and there were three or two skinny and scruffy people in the crowd who came up faintly and put their hands into the dark clothes.

"Ha——" The young man was not upset, but just smiled heartily: "If I was patting Hanako, why would I arrest a little girl like you?"

He still had a little southern accent when he spoke, but his posture and demeanor had the characteristics of the Northland.

"That's not how you talk about Gu Zai!" As he spoke, he pulled a purse from the other party's hand and weighed it in his hand.

When the other party seemed to be about to attack, he took half a step back, twisted the purse, and unexpectedly took out a few small silver ingots from it.

"If I drag you to the official, you don't need to make excuses. I'm afraid you can't get it out of the eight taels of silver, looking at the girl's dress?"

These eight taels of silver seem to be equivalent to more than 4000 yuan in cash for later generations, which is enough for him to spend on traveling and accommodation.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the outfits of the two of them, and they all nodded subconsciously for a moment.

The clothes worn by the young man are not very luxurious, but it can be seen that the stitches are fine and the fabric is good, and he is neatly dressed.

Even if such a person is not the son of a wealthy family, he is definitely from a well-to-do wealthy family.

What's more, one can get a glimpse of it from his stature and demeanor, this man is not very tall and strong, but he looks very strong.

People with flushed faces are obviously not worried about food and clothing. You must know that it is normal to be dry and thin with a disheveled face these days.

Wealthy people eat and drink oil and water, and you can tell the difference by looking at their complexions. Walking on the street naturally distinguishes classes.

The skinny girl gritted her teeth and said coldly: "Boy! Do you know who is in charge on this street?!"

"I don't know." The young man swept across the crowd: "Guys, if you are hungry and cold, why don't you explain it to Mr. Zhuang?"

"Hmph!" The skinny girl gave him a deep look, and turned to leave: "You are lucky! Let's go!"

"Let's go? Mrs. Zhuang is not stingy to treat a few of you to a full meal, and give some cotton cloth, but girl, you need to make it clear, when will the beggars stop asking for change?"

"..." The skinny girl suddenly turned her head, her eyes were cold and stern: "You dog! Tell me that your aunt pulled out your tongue! Why can't you help me!"

The few people who were about to disperse also gathered around again, majestically showing the dagger in their arms, and looking at the young man with dark eyes.

The people around rushed away, knowing that this was no longer the time to watch the excitement.

Another street vendetta - at least that's what it said when it was reported to the government.

"I heard that Yang Tianshun died, so I came here to collect the corpse of this old friend and bury it. If you are really a gang of beggars, you should know where his corpse is."

The young man weighed the purse in his hand, took out a piece of broken silver from it, and threw the entire purse to the other party.

"I need to save two taels of silver to buy a pair of thin coffins with him, and you can take the rest of the money. The beggar gang has many eyes and ears, so why not help me find out."

"...There is no gang of beggars!" The skinny girl subconsciously caught the purse, took a deep breath, and said coldly again: "Do you know Master Xincheng?"

"Xincheng—that's right, I know him. You call him Monk Xincheng. I call him Yang Tianshun. His common name is Yang Tianshun. I have to send his body back to Yangzhuang after Gaotang. Fallen leaves return to their roots."

"You... are you really not a lackey of the court?"

"What kind of running dog or running dog." The young man shook his head: "I just have an old relationship with him, and I owe him two steamed buns. Someone wrote me a letter before, saying that something happened to my old friend, and I just rushed all the way here. Got some news."

The skinny girl looked around and lowered her voice: "Follow me!"

The young man was not afraid that the other party would drag him into the alley and rob him, so he boldly followed behind, turned around and disappeared into the alley.

The bustling streets returned to normal, and the market crowds were coming and going, as if nothing had happened just now.

Only a ruffian who was squatting in a corner leaned out half of his body, sniffed, and slipped away quietly along the base of the wall, but headed towards the government.

……

……

The young man followed the skinny girl for a long distance, but the more he walked, the more he sighed.

At the end, he simply stopped: "I said, it's a waste of time for you to detour, isn't it still here?"

"You came before?!"

"I have eyes." The young man shook his head: "I really don't know what you are guarding against. I am alone."

"Alone...huh!"

The skinny girl stomped her feet and led him to push open the back door of a dilapidated house on the left, beckoning the young man to go in.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the young man's face changed, and he subconsciously pressed the bag behind him, and he could vaguely see the shape of a long stick wrapped in cloth.

The courtyard was desolate with fallen leaves, only a little girl holding a wooden basin was startled by him, and stood blankly at the door.

"Director Lu!" The skinny girl who brought the young man over took a look at the towel on the tub, her expression changed again and again: "Director Lu, is she okay?!"