"This book, and this book, and this book..."

Hongli carefully selected a book and handed them to Hongling's arms, with a look of reluctance and heartache.

"These should be enough for you to read for a while. Many of them are worth reading a second time, a third time, or even more times. They are all my treasures!

You are my aunt, so I gave them to you. Normally, even Hei Yang would have to tell me if he wants to take these novels!"

"Ahaha...that's it..."

Hong Ling laughed a few times, Xiaoli's appearance made her look like a villain who wanted to steal love, the king of children who snatches candy from little girls.

"Well, actually, if you give me a book title, I can just go to the bookstore and buy it myself. There is no need to be so reluctant to part with it, hahaha..."

"You can't buy it! Either it's out of print and no longer in circulation, or I just bought it from a small street stall...

This is my dear Hongli mother, who used her hands, one book at a time, to save these children from the cold and cruel world, and brought them back to my warm hut to spend quality time together."
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Hong Li wiped her tears sadly and couldn't help but said loudly: "How can they buy such soulful people again!"

"Ah this..."

Hong Ling kept laughing: "So, so precious."

"The value itself is not high, but the broom itself is precious."

Hongli reluctantly glanced at her book and warned: "So, you must treat them well!

Don't bump or touch, use special bookmarks for marking. Don't hold corners, don't scribble, don't eat on them, and don't touch water, fire, metal, or earth...

In short, you must treat them well. I just lent them to you. Remember to return them to me after reading them!"

"Ah, I finally understand now..."

Hongli's voice was full of emotion: "My mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles, just like the mother who sent her daughter off to get married. Who can feel this feeling!"

"Ah this, ah this..."

Hong Ling only felt a sense of guilt rising from her heart. She coughed twice, smiled sheepishly, and promised: "Well, don't worry, Xiaoli, I will protect them well and give them to them completely when the time comes."

Send it back!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then you swear..."

"Uh, I swear!"

"You use your life as a guarantee!"

"???"

"Do it! Sure enough, you hesitated, you are just fooling me, wuwuwu..."

"Okay, okay..."

Hong Ling raised a hand as if surrendering and said helplessly: "I will guarantee with my life that they will not be harmed and will send them back safely."

"Ha! That's right!"

Hongli grabbed her aunt's neck and said with a smile: "I knew it would be okay to entrust them to my gentle aunt!"

"Haha."

Hong Ling rolled her eyes with disdain and whispered: "If you accidentally hurt them, you won't really have the heart to let your aunt pay for it with your life! It's just a joke, right?"

"Probably."

Hongli's tone suddenly became cold.

"What the hell is that! Do you really have that idea?!"

"That's not important."

"No, that's important!"

"Oh, aunt, your ideological consciousness is too low-end!"

Hongli looked at Hongling seriously.

"A truly confident person never considers the consequences of failure!"

"No, that sounds like a fool."

"Don't interrupt! It would be too cowardly to think about how to make up for the failure before the war begins!

The punishment after failure is there, it doesn’t necessarily have to punish someone, but it serves as a sharp sword above your head to spur you to do every step. It is pressure and motivation, understand!"

"It seems to make sense, huh?"

"Of course, so you should cherish every day as the last day of your life, because you may break the book or something in the next moment..."

"So you're still threatening, right? You're not even pretending..."

Hong Ling rolled her eyes speechlessly, turned to look at a neatly packed book behind her, and couldn't help but sigh: "Seriously, Xiaoli, if others don't know that these are just idle books and novels of yours.

, your study is really full of culture."

"Hey, I am a great intellectual who has read more than ten thousand volumes!"

Hongli curled her lips and retorted: "What is Xianshu? You said Xianshu is Xianshu? Who stipulates it? I'll beat him up!"

"Ah this..."

"Xiao Li——"

Lan Yuying's voice came from outside: "Come and take a look, these are all your things, aren't they?

If yes, I’ll put it together for you, if not, I’ll throw it away!”

"No, no, I'm coming, don't throw it away!"

Hongli disappeared instantly, and her voice was still floating in the air.

"Those are my treasures, they cannot be thrown away, the paper frogs given by Hei Yang, the little gloves given by Hei Yang, and..."

"Uh..."

Hong Ling froze on the spot and shook her head with a smile.

"This girl... is really..."

………

"Ha, thank you mom, thank you Xiaoyun, thank you Huihui, thank you Qiao Qiao..."

Hongli looked sincere: "Thank you for helping me pack. After all, I do seem to have a lot of things, hehe!"

Lan Yuying: "Who made me the mother?"

Hong Qiao: "You're welcome, sister!"

Hei Hui: "Hey, it should be, it should be."

"Huh?"

Xingyun tilted her head in confusion: "Sister Hongli, you were not so polite to me in the sect..."

Xingyun stared wide-eyed at Hongli, who suddenly rushed up to silence her. The latter's plain voice rang in her ears.

"Xiaoyun, now in front of my mother, I am a well-behaved and polite girl, so do you understand?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"

Xingyun stared and nodded.

"Ha! That's good!"

Hongli smiled and patted Xingyun on the back, which was like saying hello to a friend in the eyes of the people around her.

"I feel relieved knowing that you are doing well these days, hahaha!"

"Yeah."

Lan Yuying looked at the scene of love in front of her and nodded with satisfaction.

"The relationship between Xiaoli and Xiaoyun is really good, so I feel more at ease."

Lan Yuying breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "After all, a well-behaved child like Xiaoyun always seems to be bullied by this guy Xiaoli. Now it seems that I have overthought it."

"Ha, how is that possible? Mom, you think too badly of me!"

Hongli hugged Xingyun's shoulders: "We are good sisters, right, right!"

"That's right!"

Xingyun nodded affirmatively, whether it was sincere or threatened, this was her answer!

After Hongli noticed this, her conscience ached slightly, and she secretly thought about treating the child well in the future...

In fact, she has done a good job, right...?

Xingyun was not aware of Hongli's thoughts at all, so she hugged Gaga and ran out laughing with her two cousins, saying she wanted to teach Gaga how to fly.

After all, "other people's children" were already able to fly when they were so popular. Gaga can't be too far behind, right?

Well, this is the danger of involution. Originally, the little flamingo didn't need to start learning to fly until one year after it was born.

But now, it will be reduced to half a year, three months, one month...
To be continued...