flstandardbreds Chapter 188 Interactions among the three siblings of the Yang family
Chapter 188 Interactions among the three siblings of the Yang family
Drain the estuary.
Inside the Yang residence.
Having drawn the Bull Demon King's "Undying After Beheading" skill, Yang Jiao had a wonderful nap.
My dreams always seem sweet.
A good night's sleep makes you feel refreshed. When Yang Jiao got up, the thick morning fog outside was gradually dissipating, and the first ray of dawn pierced through the clouds and landed on the dew-covered, budding flowers in a corner of the backyard.
Yang Jiao stretched her body, let out a soft moan, and then fully woke up.
Thinking about the cultivation technique I drew yesterday, I still couldn't help but excitedly swing my leg:
"No, I have to go and cut off a head to try it out."
She acted on her words immediately, jumping out of bed, throwing on her clothes, and leaving the room.
Startled awake by the noise, the Mosquito Taoist glanced at the scene groggily, then turned to the side, rubbed against the Jingwei in his palm, and went back to his dream.
My parents are not home today.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Yang Jian leading Yang Chan to dig for insects.
The little girl is not even four years old yet, and she has been raised by Yang Tianyou to be compassionate and kind-hearted. When she saw her brother swinging the hoe, stirring up a mess of mud and grass roots, her delicate brows furrowed.
She tugged at Yang Jian's sleeve, feeling that this behavior was inappropriate, and gently reminded him:
“Brother, Father said that all things have a spirit, and we must not harm even a blade of grass.”
Yang Jian, engrossed in digging, didn't even turn his head, muttering to himself as he quickened his pace:
"Is this really my sister, or the sister of that guy in the Blood Sea who's been cultivating relationships with her?"
He didn't have any other hobbies since he was a child; he just pulled weeds and dug up insects.
Yang Jian now regrets that he has been in seclusion for too long. "You can tell what a person will be like at three years old." Chan'er was raised by her father since she was a child, and she has been molded into such a dogmatic way.
He wanted to correct Yang Chan's thinking, but he also felt that there was nothing wrong with being kind.
Yang Jiao watched them from behind for a while, then suddenly had another thought:
What exactly caused Yang Chan's strange behavior?
This doubt made Yang Jiao's mind even more preoccupied than the effect of trying the beheading method.
She walked forward slowly, tiptoeing.
One of the two was diligently digging for insects, while the other anxiously circled around his brother behind him.
No one noticed Yang Jiao's arrival.
She walked extremely carefully, even slowing her breathing, until she was half a zhang behind Yang Chan.
suddenly!
Yang Jiao raised her hands high, made a crooked face behind her back, and shouted:
"Whoa! A ghost is coming!"
Startled by the sound, Yang Chan didn't move.
Yang Jian was startled by the sudden sound, his legs went numb instantly, and he lost his balance and fell onto the grass.
Then, she slowly raised her face, which was covered in grass roots and mud, and looked at her sister with a speechless expression.
Yang Jiao was somewhat disappointed that she hadn't scared Yang Chan into showing another side of herself.
Before they could even take a step, Yang Chan burst into tears:
"My sister is scary, my sister is scary, waaaaah."
His mouth was so wide open that it couldn't fit into the big steamed bun at the village entrance.
Yang Jiao was pleased.
Yes, cry, cry louder.
Just like the day I was struck by lightning, that 'jinx' function came into play.
She stepped forward and continued to provoke her:
"I scared you, I'm sorry, you should scold me."
Yang Chan cried as she looked back at her eldest sister, whose face was full of excitement; her mind was reeling.
Why does my sister want me to scold her so much?
As Yang Chan thought about it, she couldn't cry anymore. Tears streamed down her face, but she pursed her lips and said tolerantly:
"It's not my fault, sister. It's just that Chan'er is too timid. Father said that we should always look at our own reasons and not blame others without understanding the facts."
Yang Jiao's eyes widened.
Shocked:
No wonder she's the Virgin Mary!
This is how my father, Yang Tianyou, taught me!
“Father, Father…you’re just like me.” Yang Jian spoke up. Although he wasn’t the type to hate evil, he didn’t want his little sister to be bullied after she settled down. However, he wasn’t good with words, and the guiding words he wanted to say turned into complaints.
“You shouldn’t be called Yang Chan, you should be called Little Yang Tianyou.”
He's a spitting image of his father.
Why do I enjoy pulling weeds?
It all started when he was a baby, happily drinking milk and accidentally knocked over a flower. Yang Jian remembers his eight-foot-tall father holding him to one side, repeatedly bowing and apologizing to the plant.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Jian'er is still young, he didn't mean it."
I also have to apologize to the flowers and plants.
After apologizing, the plant was transplanted to a fertile area, and he was punished by being made to water it for ten days!
From then on, Yang Jian took to pulling weeds.
Of course, I do it behind my father's back.
Yang Jiao was unaware of these past events; she only felt that Yang Chan had been overcorrected.
It will probably be very difficult to change this kind of personality.
All I can say is:
"Chan'er, kindness is not about being harsh on yourself. I hope you can express your dissatisfaction and let your emotions outward rather than inward."
People who always think of others will find no one to care about them when they are in pain.
Yang Chan didn't quite understand what she was hearing. The more she thought about her sister's words, the more they conflicted with her father's teachings in her mind, and then a sharp pain would strike her.
Her forehead was constricted with discomfort.
He murmured:
"Whose advice should we listen to?"
It hurt too much; she didn't want to think about it anymore.
Yang Jian had dug up enough insects by then, and called over the little white dog.
The short-haired, plush puppy adored Yang Jian. As soon as its owner called it, it rushed out of its kennel, its tail wagging like a propeller.
"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof."
It frolicked around Yang Jian, then stood up on its hind legs, its tongue lolling out.
Their eyes shone with anticipation because of their owner.
Yang Jian picked through the insects in his palm, selected the fattest one, waved it in front of the little white dog, and then tossed it into the distance.
"Doggy, I'll give you some when I get it."
"Wang Wang!"
The little white dog ran off even more happily.
This was given to it by its owner. The owner likes it and feeds it delicious food.
Its excitement was evident in its tail, and it quickly ran towards the unknown object that was falling in a parabolic arc in mid-air.
Then, just as it was about to land, it arrived and caught it in its mouth with a whoosh.
then,
Its mouth froze.
A crisp explosion suddenly rang in my brain.
A slimy, disgusting liquid filled the tip of my teeth, and a bright green liquid dripped down...
Yang Jian clapped his hands quickly on the other end and praised:
"Great! You caught it. Eat up, I have some more here."
The little white dog's mouth became even more numb.
My parents didn't tell me that following my master meant I'd have to eat bugs.
Actually, its teeth are quite good; it can gnaw on bones, my owner...