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It is like being able to penetrate layers of fog and spread for a long time.

Liu suddenly raised his hand and waved: "Guests, go slowly, don't forget us, the package is a gift for you, take it well, don't throw it away, they are all good things."

As soon as her words fell, several black shadows floated on the water surface. After the ship shook slightly, it slowly turned its head and began to move.

Qian Jia grabbed Tang Ziao's clothes, turned to look at Liu and the others, and waved vigorously. Erya jumped up and waved excitedly when she saw him waving.

"Sister Liu, goodbye." Zhimeng Productions

"Goodbye."

The same as when they came, an unknown creature below was swimming quickly at the bottom of the boat, and drove them out. Soon, the people on the shore disappeared, and the speed of the boat became faster and faster. In the end, several people I had to sit in the boat and close my eyes to avoid the strong wind. It took about a cup of tea, the speed slowed down, the hull shook a few times, the little thing below greeted them, and then took some black The shadow slowly disappeared, and the boat just stopped.

The old man stepped out of the boat and looked around. The fog dissipated little by little, and the surrounding mountains and rivers reappeared. He picked up the oars to prop up, broke through the water, and walked forward.

"Okay now, I recognize this place, and the front is where we are going."

The old man finally felt relieved.

Erya and Qianjia squatted down and opened the package.

There are four black balls inside, like black pearls, with a warm and elegant luster, not strong, giving it a low-key and luxurious feeling. There is a small hole in the middle, and a red rope goes through it.

Four, it seems to be one for each person.The two tossed and turned, but couldn't see anything. Tang Ziao put it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then said: "Take it, tie it around your neck."

Look at the rope, it's just long enough to tie around the neck. Apart from these four things, the rest is some food and water. The gift that Liu emphasized several times just now should be this thing.

The boat was slowly walking in the quiet river, only hearing the occasional laughter and play of the two children. Erya and Qianjia didn't have any panic or fear about yesterday's adventure. Now they are happy except for excitement, and Tang Ziao doesn't care. , I just stood at the stern and looked at the scenery. Counting, among the four people, the only one who was frightened was the old man who had been sailing for many years. He had never encountered such a situation. Thinking about it now, I feel a little scared. Fortunately, With Tang Ziao, a calm and well-informed guest, otherwise, if it was only him and Erya, they might be paralyzed in shock, completely forgotten, and died of old age on that strange island. It’s just such a small island that is strange but the customs are not too scary. The old man has traveled all over the world, and he has always believed in those legends and some unknown peculiarities, such as Cannibal Island, Daughter Country, etc. These places, probably, all exist, but, in this life, it is really the first time to see it with my own eyes.

Thinking of this, his subordinates couldn't help but move a little faster, hoping to get to the shore soon, and seeing people would give him peace of mind.

After about half an hour or so, the surrounding mountains and rivers gradually became lower and replaced by plains and fields. When he saw the farmers pushing the ox carts to plow the fields, the old man let out a long breath and felt relieved. The energy that had been accumulated for a long time just now was released all of a sudden, and the oars under his hands could not move anymore.

Tang Ziao took the paddle in his hand and started to move. Although he was embarrassed, the old man who couldn't move had to sit back in the cabin to rest and drink tea.

Sitting next to Tang Ziao, Qian Jia put her legs on the side of the boat, talking to him without saying a word.

"Daddy, look over there."

"Didn't you say it's warm here? Why do you still feel cold?"

"By the way, I think after we've had enough fun this time, let's go home. I miss Qianxiang a little bit."

Tang Qianjia didn't wait for him to answer, but just finished speaking to herself, then turned to stare at him: "Why don't you speak?"

Tang Ziao shook his head, with a smile in his eyes: "Okay, after a few days, if you feel that you have played enough, we will go home. It must have just rained here, and the weather is a bit humid. When the weather clears, maybe It will be warmer."

The two were talking and laughing, and they arrived not far from the pier. The old man came out, stretched out his hands and feet, took back the oar again, and slowly landed on the shore.

At the time of parting, the little girl Erya was crying uncontrollably, tears falling down one by one, she pulled Qian Jia's sleeve and refused to let go, and finally Qian Jia promised to find her when she got home, so she sobbed Let go of your hand.

The two first found an inn to stay, and after resting for a few hours, Qian Jia excitedly dragged Tang Ziao out.

This small town is not too big, but it is a traffic artery that goes from south to north, with people coming and going, it is not too remote. It used to be warm all year round, but it has probably been raining these few days. Because of several rains, there was a hint of coolness in the air, and some fresh cool air was inhaled into the lungs. Qian Jia looked at many trees and flowers protruding from the roadsides and houses that she had never seen before, and felt that everywhere They are all novel.

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"Here, here..." Qian Jia pointed to the tender green grass and shouted in surprise.

Letting go of Tang Ziao's hand, he rushed to the grass, but Qian Jia stopped suddenly.

"what happened?"

"It's so clean, I'm reluctant to step on it." Qian Jia stood on tiptoe and stroked the grass, making a slight rustling sound.

Tang Ziao chuckled, took a step, and pulled Qian Jia hard, and he stepped in. The ground that had just rained was a little soft, but not muddy. After stepping down, there was a rebound force.

Qian Jia stepped on it without any taboo, raised her eyes and glared at Tang Ziao, then let go of her hands and rushed out, bouncing and screaming.

"careful!"

"Come here!"

In the slight mist, Qian Jia turned around and waved her hands, her smile was like a light and fresh flower that just bloomed, not like the delicacy of hibiscus, not like the luxury of peony, just like a flower that grows in the mountains and absorbs the aura of heaven and earth. The crisp white flowers are neither soft nor fragile, but have their own vitality, agile, angry, and every move is natural.

Tang Ziao stepped forward and watched him show his true nature wantonly and indulgently. The little temper he occasionally played made him feel happy. This child has long forgotten what happened many years ago.

"Slow down, come here!"

"Slow down, come here!"

The two voices sounded together, Tang Ziao was not surprised, he had already heard the faint voice coming from behind the bushes.

Pushing aside the trees, a child with a tiger head and a tiger head spread his legs and ran amok. Qian Jia who was close to him couldn't escape the magic legs, and was hit by him at once, and the two fell to the grass together.

It didn't hurt at all, only the wet dew splashed on the body and face.

The child didn't recognize his birth at all, grabbed Qian Jia's skirt with all his might, and buried his face in it.

The man chasing after was slightly anxious, looked at the child, smiled apologetically at Qian Jia, and then sternly shouted: "Come here, go home."

The child didn't say a word, buried in Qian Jia's arms without moving, his legs were crossed up, and he was tightly clamped.

It seemed that there was a quarrel with her own father, Qian Jia understood, hugged the child backhanded with a smile, and walked towards Tang Ziao.

"This..." the man shouted.

Qian Jia turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The man scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "This is a child, he is having trouble with me, please let this young man let him go."

The child arched his body and gasped for breath. It seemed that he was out of breath. Seeing this, Qian Jia put his hands under his armpits, hugged him hard, and raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you admitted the wrong person? This is obviously the wrong person." How did my child belong to your family?"

As soon as these words came out, the man couldn't help being stunned, even the little baby in his arms couldn't help raising his head and looked at him stupidly, Qian Jia lowered his head and smiled at him, pressing his little head: "Don't move, Daddy is here, don't worry, no one will bully you."

The man's face was flushed with anxiety, and he was about to grab it, only then did Tang Ziao move, and with a slight push, the man backed away again and again, unable to get close at all.

"You, you, this is my baby, named Xiaohu, four and a half years old this year, everyone in the neighborhood knows it, don't rely on it." The man pointed at Qian Jia and began to reason.

"Oh? You are being unreasonable. This is obviously my baby. His nickname is Xiaohu. He is four and a half years old this year. My wife, my parents and I all know about it. Don't even try to steal it." Qian Jia looked upright. Ling Ran was aggressive.

The man pointed at Qian Jia, his lips trembling, "You..." After waiting for a long time, you started to rush forward again without learning your lesson.

This time, the child finally remembered that his father was behind him. He looked back worriedly, fearing that he would be pushed down again. With big eyes, he looked at Qian Jia and then at Tang Ziao. He wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Qian Jia naturally knew what he meant, so she put him down and pushed him: "Go ahead, if you have conflicts with your father in the future, remember to communicate well, don't run away without talking, in case the bad guys catch you and sell you What can I do?"

"En, thank you little uncle." The child nodded, and finally ran towards his father, who hurried forward to pick him up and ran away.

Qian Jia watched them walk away with a smile, turned around, saw Tang Ziao's thoughtful face, stepped forward and held his hand: "What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Jiajia, do you like children?" Tang Ziao asked.dream finishing

Qian Jia nodded, smiling eyebrows and eyes curved: "I like it."

Qian Jia is already 20 years old, not too young, ordinary men have already married wives and had children at this age, but Qian Jia stands in front of her, still looking single