Chapter 74

Xiao Conghua's thought is very simple. In her mind, mother's figure is very weak and almost does not exist.

It's normal to think about it. She just turned one year old when she appeared beside Feng Tingmo. At that time, she was still a baby. How could she have too many memories in her head.

She likes changcong, so she wants changcong to accompany her all the time.

"Grandfather said, as long as let congee sister do the hemp of shallot, congee sister will live with shallot and Baba."

Mention this, shallot flower appears very happy, tears in the eyes have disappeared, replaced by a full smile, for a moment spent often porridge eyes.

But often congee heart is collapse, seal old in the end to the scallion flower cerebellum bag melon, stuffed with many strange things ah!

Feng Lao, who was sleeping in Feng's house, rubbed his nose in his sleep. It seems that who is thinking about him

"But in that case, how sad it would be if Xiao Conghua's mother came back."

Chang Cong tried to explain this to Xiao Conghua fundamentally, otherwise Xiao Conghua would be thinking about it all the time

"Well..."

Xiao Conghua didn't speak for a moment, as if sister Cong had a point.

However, she really likes porridge. What about sister porridge?

"What if sister Cong is the hemp of xiaoconghua?"

Xiao Conghua was silent for a while, about thinking about this problem, and suddenly said such a sentence.

Often porridge a breath chokes in the throat, really owes this young girl to say! How can she have time to have such a big daughter? Besides, she doesn't know that man at all!

Although it seems that her memory is not very complete, but it is not so exaggerated, OK!

Thinking of this, Chang Cong's heart trembled unconsciously. Yes, her memory is incomplete. Maybe there is something she has forgotten

Shaking her head, she was really confused. How could she think such a mess.

"If sister Cong is really xiaoconghua's mother, she will be very happy."

Often porridge rubs the small head of shallot flower, if really have such a lovely daughter, she is too happy, how to have the heart to leave her no matter.

However, things are changeable. Sometimes, some things are so uncontrollable and helpless

"So, sister Cong is willing to be the hemp of shallot?"

Hear often congee words, shallot flower directly happy to jump up, she knew congee sister also like her!

Looking at Xiao Conghua dancing, Chang Cong is a little speechless. What she said just now is clearly not what she meant. How did she get into this little guy's head and become like that?

Xiao Conghua doesn't care what Chang Cong thinks. Anyway, she has a deep idea in her head, which is to let her sister become her numb and accompany her.

And since then, he has been firmly carrying out this idea. It can be said that it's the divine assistance between Feng Tingmo and Chang Cong. That's right

Although, this God assists, also can have the unreliable time

"Is it xiaoconghua who named this bamboo?"

Seeing Xiao Conghua can't listen to her at all, there are so many strange things in the little girl's head that she can't understand her brain circuit sometimes, so she doesn't try to correct them any more.

Anyway, when Xiao Conghua grows up, she will understand that she can't be her mother.

What she doesn't know, however, is that once some ideas take root, how can they easily disappear?

Xiao Conghua inherited one of Feng Tingmo's biggest personality characteristics. Once he identified something, he would never let it go. It can be said that he would never stop until he reached his goal

In the days to come, Chang Cong will gradually understand that the reason she didn't intend to plant today will gradually grow and blossom. Unfortunately, at that time, she can't control it any more

"Yes, it's made of shallots, isn't it nice?"

Obviously, xiaoconghua had no suspense at all, so he changed his mind and turned to talk about the name.

But did not stop the original action, still dancing around the bamboo. There is a circle of lights outside the hut, so it doesn't look dark at all.

Don't worry about shallot flower, because can't see the problem of falling, often porridge also didn't limit her, let her jump.

"The bamboo is green, so it's called Xiaoqing?"

Chang Cong can't help laughing. Sure enough, she can't have much fantasy about Xiao Conghua's ability to name.

Looking at this "Xiaoqing", we can almost predict what xiaoconghua will name the building block house.

Fortunately, I didn't care much about it, so I didn't care about it. Anyway, as long as xiaoconghua can be happy, it was used to make her happy.

"Yes, yes, the green bamboo is called Xiaoqing. EEE, EEE, EEE..."

Xiao Conghua hummed the tone randomly, which was completely based on the feeling, so it was not pleasant to hear.

But because the children's voice is immature, so it is full of childlike innocence and childlike fun to sing like this. They often use their hands to beat xiaoconghua with porridge. Xiaoconghua giggles with joy.

"Sister porridge, let's soil Xiaoqing together. Xiaoconghua will soil Xiaoqing every time she comes, so that it can grow tall."

With the edge of the onion, she walked aside and came back with a small shovel. She saw that the size was just right for the little onion flower to be taken, apparently for her.

"Good."

Chang Cong naturally won't refuse. Looking at the different thickness of soil around the bamboo, it is estimated that it is due to the repeated application of soil, which should be the handwriting of shallot flower.

The little green onion ran to the place near the bamboo, and began to dig with small shovel. But because of its relatively short, even though the shovel had been done as small as possible, it was still clumsy.

A little left shaking right shake, still must grasp tightly the small shovel excavation, tired and panting, but his face is full of smiling.

"Why don't my sister dig the soil? Why don't you go to the soil first?"

Porridge looked funny, but she went over to pick up a small spade for digging the little green onion. Otherwise, when she finished digging, she would be tired and had no strength to apply the soil.

"No, sister conghou is waiting for xiaoconghua for a while. Xiaoconghua is OK!"

Xiao Cong Hua than a refueling gesture, firmly looking at the porridge, prove that she can.

"Well, congee sister is waiting for xiaoconghua. Come on, xiaoconghua!"

Chang Cong also made a gesture to cheer xiaoconghua up. She could see that xiaoconghua was doing it seriously, so she chose to respect her ideas.