Chapter 301

Do you think children want to make some treasure out of this broken book? Not at all.

She just wanted to wash the dirty and smelly book.

It's best to wash. You can pour it out with that basin of water

She soaked the book in the basin, repeatedly, holding the corner of the page and carrying it out. She thought the book was going to be soft, but it didn't!

It's still the book that is sewn by hand, as if it will break up at any time.

It seems to be going to be scattered, but the page is still, not even a trace of blistered water stains!

What's the matter?

The child squatted at the edge of the basin, using two fingers to move the broken book lying in the water. He pushed it back and forth for a long time. The child was a bit out of order. He squinted to see the flickering candlelight on the table.

With a sudden inspiration, he ran to the desk with the broken book, fell on the desk, and burned the corner of the page with a candle.

I watched the candle fly up and down through the thin page. No matter how it burned, it could not burn.

What a book!

The child was so tired that he threw the book on the table, ran back to the bed angrily, jumped on it, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Broken book, broken iron box, go to listen to Fengge and take these two kinds of rags.

Tomorrow will be closed. Nobody wants to see the baby

After the child fell asleep on the bed, the broken book, which was left on the cold table, suddenly gave out a red light until midnight.

A whole book group bar group bar into a red fog, suddenly into the children's bedding.

The child was sleeping soundly, curling up in the quilt.

The moment when the red fog penetrated her eyebrow, there was a faint stabbing pain.

She opened her eyes and stared straight for about half a minute, then lifted her long lashes and closed them wearily.

It was not until the next day that the child slept until he was ten to three in the morning.

Sitting on the bed and looking out of the window at the bright sunshine, he was still in a daze.

Curious!

She has never slept so late since she was born again.

I walked around the room and patted the back of my head. I always felt that there was something missing in the room.

After washing, the child sat at the table and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

The hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the corner of the table, trying to restore yesterday's memory.

She remembered It's obvious that the old book was left on the table.

Why is the broken book missing? She tilted her little head and looked under the table. She saw nothing.

Frowned, glanced back and forth, and found nothing different.

There is no strange breath left in the room. It should not be someone who deliberately runs in and takes her broken book

"Master!" The little tree ball sounded a little excited in her ear.

"How did you get out?" At a glance, a little tree man was holding a corner of her skirt.

"Master, are you surprised? Are you happy? The ball can come out for a while now! " Xiaoshuren shakes Qiao's skirt and laughs.

"I can be around the master! You? Where to cool down! " The quick little mechanism man jumped down suddenly and raised his foot to the tree.

The ball was unprepared for a while, and was kicked out by the official.

How could it be! The ball rolled fast, rolled back faster, rushed over at once, hung upside down on the arbor's clothes, "master, master, who is this strange looking guy?"