Post-90s Rebirth Daily

These short stories are relatively simple children's stories.The storyline is not complicated.But Li Bomo felt that Zhong Xia needed to watch for a while.

Li Baimo looked at the sky covered with sunset glow outside, and felt that the muscles and bones of the cat all winter were about to loosen.Generally, children's sports are crazy alleys and all kinds of games with other children.In summer, the alleys are full of excitement.

Although Li Baimo feels that he is more and more affected by his body, and even he is really naive, but he holds the identity of art (old) art (father) family (parent) and feels that he can't do things that are too ungracious .For example, running wildly all over the street like a child.

Li Bomo likes this kind of noisy and noisy atmosphere full of fireworks.The sound of children playing hide-and-seek, the sound of a few old ladies playing cards, and even the pedestrians who meet on the road will say hello:

"The vegetables you bought are very fresh! Where did you buy them!"

Li Baimo, as a soldier who had experience as a special soldier in his previous life, felt that he could not relax the organization's training for him.Especially when he looked in the mirror, his cheeks getting rounder from a winter of inactivity.

Li Baimo didn't have the idea of ​​training his various skills when he was a child, and killing the Quartet when he grew up.

It's not that Li Baimo hasn't read those online articles in later generations, where a five-year-old child can crush a big stone in his chest. He usually complains immediately: That's still a child!Do you have the heart to be so rambunctious?If excessive exercise damages the bones, how easy it is not to grow taller.

Under the bed at home, Li Bomo found two balls that had accumulated dust for a long time.Li Bomo went out with two balls.

Don't think about yellow, it's basketball and football.

In 1996, the unpolluted air smelled like earth.The overwhelming rosy clouds softened the mottled tree shadows on the ground.

Picking up the basketball, he dribbled and found that his palm was too small.After working for a long time, I was sweating profusely. Not to mention I couldn't catch the ball, and I didn't even have a ball frame.

After Zhong Xia went out to find Li Baimo, he saw a round child sitting on a basketball looking into the distance thinking about the melancholy background of life.

"Pfft!" Zhong Xia couldn't help laughing, even though tears were still streaming down his face.

Li Baimo turned his head and saw a rabbit with red eyes. The funny thing is, the crying rabbit is still laughing? ? ?

"Xia Xia, why are you crying?" No one in the family would bully him?

Before Zhong Xia could speak, "Are you missing Uncle Zhong? It's okay, just treat me as your friend." Li Baimo retracted the tiger-wolf words that he almost blurted out in time.

In fact, Li Baimo didn't have any opinion on Zhong Xia.It's just that he is not very obedient by nature, facing someone who is only a few years older than him, he always wants to grow up.Li Baimo felt that this was a hidden bug in his childhood. A rebellious person like him has always been the youngest when he was a child. Is it because he is afraid that he will be too obedient?

As soon as Li Baimo spoke, Zhong Xia cried harder:

"How can you make Jingjing so pitiful? Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..." up.

"Oh! Why is Xia Xia crying!" The aunt heard the voice outside the door and hurried out to have a look.

"Ah, it's okay, little sister, woo woo, that's right, woo woo, Jingjing, it's too, miserable, woo woo."

Looking at Zhong Xia who couldn't hold back at all, Li Baimo felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

Of course he wasn't a weird auntie who was so perverted that he liked to see pretty little boys crying out of breath.

Just, it's like the author of the abuse text abused the readers to cry,,,, that kind of potential little happiness, right?

Abusive author: I just like to see you scolding and crying at me, but acting like I'm helpless.

Of course, the reality can't make Li Baimo feel as dark as a sadistic author.

After the adults knew the reason, they immediately started coaxing Zhong Xia.

"Xia Xia, don't cry, don't cry, auntie will help you beat your brother!" Shi Shi gave Li Baimo a look, and then patted Li Baimo lightly.

"Ah, don't, ah, hit my brother!" Zhong Xia, whose voice was originally soft, saw that Li Baimo was beaten, and his crying tended to become louder.

"Ah, ah, auntie, don't coax me, myself, woo woo, I'll be fine in a while woo woo, I woo woo, woo woo can't control it, woo woo myself!"

"Pfft." Li Baimo, who was a little worried at first, suddenly couldn't hold back.Then I really got a glimpse of time.

It took Li Bomo and the other adults a long time to coax Zhong Xia to stop crying.

Adhering to the principle that whoever pollutes should clean up, Li Baimo was pressured by time to change the plot.

Zhong Xia is just a little crying bag, but Li Baimo is really guilty of letting the little crying bag cry like this.Change it quickly, the future flowers of the motherland are not as patient as those abuse readers... (a plant?)

Zhong Xia obediently watched Li Baimo write vigorously.He was very embarrassed.

He didn't want to cry either, but he was used to crying to relieve his emotions.

His grades did not satisfy him, and he shed a few tears.Other children laughed at him for not having a mother, and cried in the quilt at night (let his father know about this, he will be sad).Wronged, cry and cry, happy, cry and cry.

Only when you vent your emotions when you are sad, can you be unrestrainedly happy at ordinary times!This is a small philosophy in Zhong Xia's mind.

"Here, take a look, it has been improved a lot!" Li Baimo handed a few pages to Zhong Xia.

"Squeeze, Mo Mo, I'm sorry, I just love to cry too much." Zhong Xia was so nervous that the little milk voice that hadn't appeared for a long time came out.

"It's okay, Xia Xia, you have to thank you, you helped me a lot!" Li Baimo looked at Zhong Xia, and finally couldn't hold back, and rubbed Zhong Xia's head.Sure enough, Zhong Xia's fur was as soft as he had guessed.

"Really?" Li Baimo, with bright eyes in Zhongxia.

"real!"

"Then I'll help Mo Mo read the articles in the future!"

Li Baimo looked at him and smiled, it was not bad to have a cute little crying bag by his side.

So Zhong Xia started his miserable life as a reviewer in his primary school career.

Among these three articles, Zhong Xia likes two the most.One is the panda Jingjing. This is a story about a little panda who was separated from her mother and started to look for her mother while wandering.

The wandering Jingjing experienced the snow in the mountains, the desolate sand, and finally found her mother after going through all kinds of things.Because the story was written too deep into the hearts of the people, Zhong Xia was crying and crying, so Li Baimo modified the plot so that Jingjing could gain some love and warmth at the critical moment.

There is also a story with some chivalry, mainly written for the birthday of a good friend, a series of ridiculous stories that Bubble Bear experienced.The plot is cheerful and clear.Xia Xia likes this article very much.

Even Miss Minmin watched it, and these two are my favorites.

That being the case, the third article does not deserve to have a name!

Li Bomo happily made a decision to try to draw these two stories first!