Hilarious crossover novel reprint "My whole family is wearing" The complete collection Chapter 272 Poria Cake

Hilarious Crossover Novel Reprint The Complete Collection of "My Whole Family Is Dressed" Chapter 272 Poria Cake

Author: ytt Peach

Lu Pan's mother, after the initial surprise and surprise, also stopped coughing, and calculated Lu Pan's eighteen-year-old age.

Laughing at myself again, how could I have such a thought just now, it was really undeserved, and I also made my own heart flutter.

Still, she's interested in the kids her son can hold.

You must know that when several grandchildren saw Minrui, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, hiding straight back.

Therefore, Lu Pan's mother and the lady of the Gongfu instructed the big man next to her to inquire carefully about the child's origins, and before leaving the house, summoned us to the courtyard, and I wanted to see.

Unexpectedly, the big man turned around and smiled and told him that he had heard that the old lady had gone to Songtao Pavilion, and no one was allowed to inform the young master.

"Oh?" Lu Pan's mother thought about it, smiled and shook her head, "Then let's go and see?" ”

"Princess, you slow down, slow down." Only Aunt Qin was sometimes called the old lady princess, and she served the princess all her life.

The old lady stepped down, crossed the rockery, and pointed to the small pavilion, "Don't go any further, don't disturb them, just sit here and see." ”

She squinted first at the blue child on the other side, and then she set her eyes on her grandson, who was extremely loving, as if she could not see enough, and carefully observed the expression of her grandson.

At this time, the small pavilion opposite the Songtao Pavilion.

Qian Mishou was standing in front of Lu Pan, showing one by one what he had learned during these days.

"The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's shirt is clothed."

The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late.

Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui. ”

"Who taught?"

Qian Mishou narrowed his eyes with a smile: "It's my sister." ”

Because the face of the little general's brother found the expression of his brother's satisfaction, the little man was even more energetic:

"Grass warblers fly on February days, whisking willows drunk with spring smoke.

Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites. ”

"Busy taking advantage of the east wind to put paper kites, paper kites, oh, who made the poems." Lu Pan put down the teacup and looked at the child seriously.

Who did it? No, "My sister taught me anyway." ”

If Song Coco ling was here at this time, she would have a sharp jump in her heart when she heard Lu Pan ask this, and no one reminded me not to pay attention, my God, how to give the poetry of the later dynasty a bald mouth, just remember that it is a primary school textbook to go to school.

No, the Qing Dynasty is not too late, Song Coco Ling you still spit out baldly:

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

Lu Pan waited, waited, wanted to wait for the next sentence, but there was no sound: "Why don't you read it?" ”

Qian Mishou put both hands on the stall: "But there is no more, my sister read this sentence, it was when it snowed when she came here, she pushed open the door of the house, opened her two arms and stretched her waist, let me hear it, I wrote it down." ”

Small blackboard, scratch the point, stretch the waist, well, Lu Pan took the hot tea handed by Shunzi and took a sip.

Then, Mizuku began to read the poem again, and the first sentence made him unexpectedly raise an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, Song Moling actually taught this poem.

Just listening, Tong Yin said in a suppressed voice:

"The sand before Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I will look at the hometown overnight. ”

Lu Pan asked Qian Mishou, "Do you understand the meaning of this poem?" ”

Qian Mishou said:

"I know how to recruit people all night long.

My sister said that this night not only refers to the meaning of a night on the hour, but also can be understood as a person in the whole night, so it is called a night.

And not directly say that they are homesick, but that they all look in the direction of home.

It was dark at night, and they couldn't see the moon or anything, let alone see their homes, and they could only be aroused by the sound of the flute.

Brother, is my sister right, okay? ”

Lu Pan looked back at Qian Mishou silently, and his mind was the scene of the first time he went out with his father.

At that time, he was fourteen years old, and he also saw many soldiers who were the same age as him at the time.

There were many soldiers, after a bad battle, who cried their noses.

During the day, the more brutal the fighting, the more homesick people are at night.

At that time, he was in the night, and he also looked in the direction of home.

The first time I went to the battlefield to fight in blood, the first time I killed people, I remembered this poem, a night of conquest.

"Little Brother General, I can't hold on."

Lu Pan suddenly recalled his thoughts, and also startled Junzi, thinking that the child could not hold back the urine suddenly, hiccup.

But I didn't expect that this child was actually singing, and singing with action, singing with jumping, singing strange tones, dancing is even more strange.

"I have always had a dream in my heart, I want to learn martial arts with the general's brother, just like the hero of the gods in the book, doing heroic deeds and righteousness, flying cornices and walking on the wall."

Brother, why can you walk like flowing water, guns pricked a line, stick sweep a piece.

You waved your sleeve and said to me. ”

Qian Mishou stopped singing: "Brother, it's time for you, you have to say, hurry up and practice." ”

Junko was just about to stop, what are you.

Lu Pan: "Hurry up and practice." "After saying that, the ears are slightly red.

Junko: Cough cough cough cough.

"Nice!"

Qian Mishou raised a big smile and danced a few street dance moves that Song Coco had taught to play with the children when she was teasing the children, and continued to sing while twisting her small body:

"To practice, you must top the sun, borrow the moonlight at night, and do not practice ten days a day."

Xi Wu first learns morality, and learning art first learns etiquette, and I also remember it in my heart.

The hero has worked for ten years, for a few quarters of an hour on the battlefield, who will understand the hardships and loneliness.

Heroically swinging his fist in the wind, he is like a dragon in retreat, inheriting the dream of a generation of heroes.

Wu De is heavier than the mountain, and the fame and fortune grass mustard is light. ”

harvest.

Qian Mishou stood up to a small red face and looked at the landside with a blue cotton jacket.

Lu Pan chong Qian Mi Shou raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth could not control the bending, "It was also taught by your sister?" ”

Let's not analyze who wrote the word.

Teach poetry, teach singing, teach hands-on making small things, the little girl named Song Coco is really busy.

It turned out that the ugly steamer that did not pull a few pieces of cake, and a sun face tied to the steamer, were from the hands of children. It turned out that the steamer, their sister also realized that the steamer was too ugly to pull a few, not that she didn't want to look better, it was busy from morning to night.

Moreover, Lu Pan knew a lot through the dialogue with Qian Mishou this time.

The child in front of him also knows some arithmetic, saying that he was also taught by his sister, directly with copper plates.

"Yes, my brother and sister not only taught me, but also taught a lot of brothers and younger siblings, but they didn't have a good memory."

Well, Lu Pan thought to himself: You are very good.

It's time for a snack.

Today, the big man, Hibiscus, I don't know if the young master still eats snacks, because before, the young master really ate a lot of cake, when she went to retrieve the cake, the flowers were all eaten by the young master, and it was dug up in a mess.

But he did not dare to break the rules, and as usual, he led a few other squirrels and served a few snacks that he loved to eat on the landside on weekdays.

Hibiscus waited for Qian Mishou to wash his hands.

Qian Mishou hid and said no, thank you big sister, my sister said, their own things to do their own.

Hibiscus peeked at the shore of the land.

Lu Pan has been observing Mi Shou's washing of his hands and found that the wash is really clean.

"Brother, what kind of dim sum is this," Qian Mishou held up a snack that had bitten his own small teeth mark.

"Poria cake." After saying that, Lu Pan picked up one and took a bite.