Chapter 4910 Strange Communication
Night, Luo Family.
"Did Jingling eat at night?" Blacksmith Luo asked Wang Cuilian.
Wang Cuilian shook her head: "I don't know, the baby is accompanying him, and she brought him the food at night."
Blacksmith Luo said: "Jingling This child seems to listen to our baby’s words, and he can probably eat a few mouthfuls.”
Zuo Junmo suddenly said: "Uncle Luo, I have a heartless request, I hope you can agree."
"Jun Mo, we are all our own people, as long as I can do it, just say It's just a matter of words," Blacksmith Luo said with a simple smile.
Zuo Junmo said: "This time I picked up the baby and went to my house to watch the Lantern Festival lanterns. I want to keep her at my house for a while."
"To be honest, this kid from Jingling is coming back. It’s been more than two months, and I’m not close to anyone. I have never heard him speak, let alone play with children of the same age in Zuojiazhuang.”
“But this time I came to Changping Village, he was very close to the baby, so I wanted the baby to stay. Stay with me at my place.”
"I know this request is a bit excessive. After all, the baby is the apple of your eye, but..."
Tiejiang Luo smiled, interrupted Zuo Junmo and said: "Junmo, you don't need to explain so much. , your aunt and I both know what you want to say, right Cuilian?"
Wang Cuilian next to her nodded with a smile.
Tiejiang Luo went on to say: "No matter whether it is us or Mrs. "
Zuo Junmo nodded. If he actually said this and persuaded Luo Baobao to stay at Zuo's house for a while, he would be confident.
"Jingling, this child, has never studied in Yangzhou before. After I brought him back last time, I originally wanted to send him to elementary school. He is already over seven years old. By this year, he should be considered eight years old. But he only stayed in Zhuangzi's school for one morning and then ran back, and later he couldn't leave."
“My mother doted on him and didn’t force him, so she invited her husband to come back and teach him at home. He has been teaching for more than two months.”
“The baby is with us this time. In the past, I would arrange for them to study together, what do you think?" Zuo Junmo asked again.
Tiejiang Luo smiled and said: "Since we are playing and can continue to study, it's so kind."
"By the way Jun Mo, my baby has been forced by her cruel father since she was a child. Learn boxing and kicking skills, and do horse-stepping and other things every morning. Where are you, Jingling?”
Zuo Junmo smiled slightly, "Jingling is also learning."
Although Jingling's biological mother is the last thing Zuo Junmo wants to mention, and he can't even remember what the woman looked like, but Jingling His blood is flowing through Ling's body, this is an indisputable fact.
In the future, everything in the Zuo family, whether it is family property, connections, various resources, or the inheritance of the Mo family for hundreds of years, Zuo Junmo will all be handed over to Jingling.
So being able to read and write, and having good fists and kicks are the most basic.
Hearing that the Zuo family’s way of raising their children was similar to their own, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were not worried.
Besides, it’s very boring for the baby to be alone at home. Now he’s studying and practicing martial arts with Jing Ling, which is great!
Backyard, in Jingling’s guest room.
Baobao Luo was holding a bowl of food in his hand, with a chicken leg on top of it, and was coaxing Jingling to eat.
However, Jingling was very uncooperative tonight. No matter what Luo Baobao said or did, he just hugged the quilt and looked at her quietly, with a hint of age in his dark eyes. Unmatched depth.
"Jingling, what's wrong with you? Why don't you eat? Are you worried about something?" Luo Baobao was also a little discouraged and asked.
Jingling still didn't speak.
Baby Luo was a little angry. She had never coaxed anyone like this in her whole life. It was always others who coaxed her.
"Okay, since you don't want to eat, I won't force you. You have a good rest and I'm leaving."
Baby Luo said, then stood up and turned around. At this moment, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a small hand.
It’s Jingling.
He was looking up at her, his eyes seemed to have something to express, but his lips were pressed into a tight line.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" Luo Baobao asked.
Jingling nodded.
Baby Luo looked at him and suddenly had an idea, "Wait a minute."
Immediately, she came to the table, put down the rice bowl, turned around and searched in the drawer.
Soon, she found a carbon pen and a piece of paper and returned to the bed. "If you're too lazy to talk, why don't you just write down what you want to say?" Luo Baobao said.
Jingling picked up the carbon pen and looked at it curiously.
"Is it different from the brush we usually use? Haha, this is the pen my mother uses. It's very convenient for writing. You can try it." Luo Baobao said.
Jingling picked up the pen and drew a line on the paper.
There was a bit of light in his eyes.
Luo Baobao curled his lips, "I heard from Uncle Zuo that you have been recognizing Chinese characters for more than two months. You must be able to write a little bit, right? Please write it for me."
Jingling blushed and looked behind Luo Baobao.
"What? Are you embarrassed to write in front of me? Well, then I'll turn my back. When you finish writing, call me." She said, then turned around, but raised her eyebrows He raised his ears to catch the movement behind him.
Sure enough, after a while, there was a rustling sound behind me. It was the sound of a carbon pen scratching on the paper...
What would Jingling write?
Baby Luo guessed curiously in her heart. She was somewhat applauded for her intelligence and wit, and she even thought of this way to communicate with Jingling. Haha, I, Baby Luo, are really the smartest person in the world. !
After a while, the corner of the clothes beside him moved, and a piece of paper was handed over.
Baobao Luo quickly took the paper and read it in front of his eyes.
On the paper, a few crooked words appeared:
Chicken legs, no, like, like!
Baby Luo asked him in surprise: "What? You don't like chicken legs? What do you like to eat?"
She handed over the pen and paper again.
Jingling picked up the pen and was about to start writing, when he suddenly ran into trouble.
Luo Baobao thought that he didn't want to write in person, so he turned around on his own initiative.
At this moment, the rustling sound behind him continued for a while.
Luo Baobao bit his finger and suppressed his excitement. Hearing the voice, Jingling seemed to be filling up the paper. This kid, after only learning calligraphy for two months, can he write so much? How amazing...
Finally, the paper was handed over from behind.
Baby Luo took it into his hand and looked at it carefully, but he was dumbfounded.
The paper is indeed densely packed, and there is no longer any space for writing. However, except for the previous few words, there are no other words.
"Jingling, are you painting... fish?"
Baobao Luo asked in surprise.
Jingling nodded seriously.
Baby Luo counted nearly ten fish in total, large and small.
Baby Luo started to take a closer look at the first fish and discovered an interesting thing.
"Jingling, I recognize this first fish. Is it grass carp?"
Jingling nodded.
"The second one has a big head, like... a fat-headed fish?"
Jingling curled his lips.
"The third... bream?"
"The fourth one is spicy yellow tench!"
"The fifth one..."
"Jingling, why are you drawing so many fishes? Could it be that you want to tell me , are all the fish here what you want to eat?" Luo Baobao finally asked.
Jingling stopped talking. He looked at her blankly, then stuck out his tongue and gently licked his lower lip.
Looks like I’m greedy.
(End of this chapter)