Happy birthday!!!

These three words whizzed through Shen Yuning's mind quickly, but her face was calm and calm.

It's a pity that such acting skills cannot be appreciated by outsiders. It's a pity!

But when it comes to acting skills, she admires Xiao Baozi even more. She knows that his mother is his father's weakness, but he still refuses to open the pot!

In order to be able to stay and play in the mud, you are working too hard, aren't you, young master?

But Xiao Baozi's acting skills are much more than that. He quickly fluttered his eyelashes, his big eyes flickered, sniffed, and let out a slight swallow.

"The child was still young when mother was not around. I don't remember what she looked like. I pinched the child for a long time and couldn't figure out what mother looked like... Dad, if mother is in the world, will you blame the child..."

Listen! Listen! Not to mention her own father hearing this, even Shen Yuning, an outsider, would burst into tears after hearing this!

I even wanted to hold this child in my arms and give him full love!

She really wouldn't mind being his grandpa again!

Shen Yuning was about to cry: "Little Baozi, otherwise..."

"What are you talking about?" Meng Tang interrupted her and looked at his son coldly, but he didn't burst into tears as expected, and there was even a hint of blame.

"Daddy?"

"Your mother is still alive."

"..."

Shen Yuning and Xiao Baozi blinked at him with big doubtful eyes.

I just heard the Meng Sect Master say unceremoniously: "She will not abandon you and me, let alone leave. Such words are not allowed to be said again!"

"..."

The person who really should see a veterinarian is you, Sect Leader Meng!

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat him, Shen Yuning would have blurted out, okay?

My wife has been dead for so many years, but I still firmly believe that my daughter-in-law is not dead, and she even swears to my son, "Master Meng, are you so confident because you know the Lord of Hell?"

It’s so bad that even Mo Pavilion’s miracle doctor can’t help but cry out after hearing this!

But at least Sect Master Meng didn't force his son to go back with him, and even acquiesced to his son squatting down and playing in the mud with Leader Shen.

Two people, one large and one small, squatted by the well and had a tacit understanding. You handed me a branch and I gave you a piece of mud...

It wasn't until a long while later that the other children were called back by their families that the two finally looked at the work in their hands and smiled with satisfaction.

Sect Leader Meng had been standing beside him with his hands folded. At this moment, the moon was at the top of the sky and everything was dark. Songyue, who had been accompanying Little Baozi, inserted two torches by the well to provide light.

But Meng Linxiao was still a little unsure whether he really saw the work in their hands: "What are you pinching?"

Shen Yuning held it up like a treasure: "I made the little bun!"

Little Baozi followed suit: "I pinched you, mother! Just like Uncle Shen!"

"..."

Sect Master Meng was not happy anymore and tightened his eyebrows.

Shen Yuning quickly defended: "It's not my fault, it's mainly because you are always misleading the children!"

Unexpectedly, Meng Tang changed the topic: "Where's mine? You all have it, why don't you have mine?"

"Ah?" Leader Shen was happy, but Ganqing was losing his temper: "If you want, Sect Leader, I can pinch one for you?"

"I..." Little Baozi whispered: "The child pinched..."

After saying this, he took out a small clay figurine from the shadow of the well: "The first person a child pinches is his father."

Everyone looked at Meng Tang quietly and saw a strange color flashing in his eyes. Everyone secretly rejoiced: They were so moved!

"Come on, let's show it to your father!" Leader Shen held Little Baozi's hand and raised the clay doll that moved the old father.

The man raised his hand, but took it back before touching it.

The little bun quickly said: "This has been done, it's not dirty!"

"Who is this?" The man frowned.

"Father!"

"Am I so ugly? Even if you say it's a monkey, I feel like you're flattering your skills!" After saying that, he snorted coldly and turned around to leave: "Okay.

, go back!"

"Ah?" Little Baozi looked disappointed and asked Shen Yuning again: "Uncle, is it really ugly?"

"It's not ugly!" Leader Shen took the clay doll and put it under the torch: "Look how much it looks like! Even the jade crown on your father's hair is made out, it's so lifelike!"

"Uncle, those are feet."

"..." Shen Yuning quickly turned around and pretended that nothing happened: "This further proves that you are good at craftsmanship. You look like your dad from every angle! This tall and big nose looks like it was plucked from your dad's face. Same!"

"Uncle, those are ears."

"..."

Seeing that the little guy was about to cry, she quickly said to Songyue: "My old eyes are dim and I can't see clearly. You are young. Tell me, do you look like the master of your family?"

"Like, like, like!" Songyue hurriedly agreed: "It is very rare for a young master at such an age to have such skills, and my subordinates are so impressed!"

The little bun pursed his lips in grievance: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Songyue felt extremely distressed when she saw his little appearance. She knelt down to coax him: "What's more, the young master made the sect leader so handsome and powerful. If it wasn't too late, all the subordinates would want to The young master has made clay figures for me and my eldest brother! We should be so handsome and majestic!"

Little Baozi shook his head: "Songyue, even if you are comforting me, you still have to be self-aware."

"..."

Now it was Songyue's turn to purse her lips in grievance. What evil had he done? He was scolded by his father during the day, and he was scolded by his son at night.

When the little bun was brought back, Yinfeng had already prepared hot water. He searched the whole village before finding a watertight bathtub.

Little Baozi soaked in the water and played with it, and Shen Yuning placed the three clay dolls upright on the window.

The wooden houses in the village are very simple, but they are much more comfortable than sleeping in the mountains.

The uncarved log window frame frames a dark blue night sky, with the crescent moon rising above the sky like a silver hook.

On the slate windowsill, three clay dolls of different sizes, tall, short, fat and thin, were sitting quietly on them, bathing in the moonlight.

Shen Yuning touched her nose and looked back at the little buns in the tub.

Just as the little bun was about to open his mouth, she quickly moved the tallest clay doll up and down: "Right?"

Little Baozi beamed: "That's right!"

What a risk!

Yinfeng took the little bun out of the tub, scrubbed it clean, and put on dry and neat underwear.

Although the bed made of wooden planks and hay is simple, it is also very spacious. With the bedding brought by the Yueyue Sect himself, it is much more comfortable.

Little Baozi got into bed and yawned. Although he was a little sleepy, he still looked at Shen Yuning eagerly: "Uncle, can you hold me to sleep?"

Yinfeng rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward: "It's better not to trouble Alliance Leader Shen, come down!"

"I want uncle!"

Yinfeng wanted to recommend himself to the pillow but was pulled aside by Songyue. He had no choice but to give up the opportunity to get close to the young master to others.

Shen Yuning lay on her side on the wooden board, wrapped him in a quilt and held him in her arms: "Do you like uncle so much?"

"I like it." The little guy nuzzled into her arms, then raised his eyes to look at her: "Uncle, do you like me?"

"I like it, I really like it!"

Rubbing his forehead hard, Shen Yuning said: "Go to sleep, uncle will hold you."

Seeing him closing his eyes with a smile, Shen Yuning also yawned and patted his body with her hands.

After Yinfeng Songyue went out, she gently closed the door. Songyue took her brother two steps away and then said softly: "Brother, do you feel that the young master and Leader Shen are different from usual after they are together?" She can make trouble when she laughs, and she can act like a spoiled brat."

Yinfeng frowned. As an older brother, he was always attentive, so he had naturally noticed it early: "That's because the Young Master feels that Leader Shen looks a bit like Madam."

Songyue shook her head: "Not only that, I feel that the young master and Leader Shen are more like children when they are together. If Leader Shen is the father of the young master, he will definitely not

He is as strict as the sect master."

"Don't talk nonsense? The young master is the son of the sect master. What does he have to do with Shen Yulong!"

"I just said it casually, brother, why should I be serious? What's more, when you were in the Zhanyue Sect, you often said that the sect leader was too harsh on our young master, and you and I were punished by the sect leader several times for persuading us."

"No father in the world hopes that his son will succeed, and the sect leader also wants to do it for the best of the young master."

"But brother!" Songyue caught him with a worried look on his face: "Don't you feel sorry for the young master? In the past, you and I couldn't help it, but it's different now. Leader Shen is playing with the young master, and the sect leader also turns a blind eye. Close one eye and see how happy the young master is today!"

"But we have to take the young master back to the Yueyue Sect."

"Then let the young master be happy every day before going back!"

Yinfeng didn't speak anymore. Seeing that there was something going on, Songyue grabbed him and said, "Brother, are you worried that Leader Shen will be detrimental to the young master?"
To be continued...