"What you look like when you grow up..."

Little Bingtuozi turned her eyes and looked at his chubby face.

She frowned, stretched out her hands to grab his face, rubbed it, and pulled it, causing Li Mo to grin, but she curled her lips, not very satisfied.

"Hiss... Don't worry, you'll know when I draw it."

What kind of self should I draw?

Little painter Li fell into deep thought, gently poking his face with the butt of the pen, pondered for a while, and his dark eyes lit up.

I was also drawing that day.

And I accidentally got ink on my face.....

The pictures in his memory that did not belong to this time appeared on the paper little by little.

So the sunset at Qiushui Pavilion that day illuminated the drawing paper today.

The boy in the painting was standing by, painting the girl in the painting, with some ink stains on his cheerful and handsome face...

"There is a bit of charm in the eyebrows and eyes." Ying's mother nodded.

"Where is the charm? Brother Li is big and strong. Xiao Mo must have deliberately painted himself better."

Ying Xuliang smacked his mouth like a dead duck, with mixed feelings in his heart.

When he saw the boy from the Li family grow up, why did he feel inexplicably more like a beating?

"Boys look like their mothers when they grow up."

Ying's mother smiled gently, not letting her husband find fault.

It's well known.

The father-in-law looked at his son-in-law, and the more he looked at him, the angrier he got. The mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, and the more she looked at him, the happier she got...

Not right.

It seems a bit inappropriate to say that they are in a complicated mood. How old are these two kids? They are engaged as children...

"....."

The sunset illuminates the sunset in the painting, and also illuminates the mirror-like eyes of Xiao Ying Bingbing, breaking the snow in her eyes.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the face of the boy in the painting, letting her fingertips be stained with a trace of ink.

"How is it? The painting is good."

Little painter Li looked up, feeling a little proud.

Then he felt a chill in his philtrum.

"?"

The little hand with ink on its fingertips poked his philtrum.

"Well, it looks more like the painting now."

Xiao Ying Bing spoke softly, glancing at her parents who were talking beside her, and her clear eyes turned complicated.

"Let's eat dumplings!"

The New Year's Eve dinner in the Ying family compound is about to begin. After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, they will worship their ancestors and tell them about the major events that happened in the family this year, asking the ancestors to bless them for a smooth year.

This is similar to the traditions of other people's homes in Qinghe County.

Soon, in front of the brightly lit ancestral hall, a large pot was bubbling dumplings in the open air. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers came to my ears, and the gray night was stained with the smell of fireworks.

The Ying family is a big family, and their ancestors have a long history.

At the New Year's buffet, neighbors or people in the county can come to eat and join in the fun, which shows that the family is prosperous.

Li Mo sat there with a frown on his face, looking at the little Bingtuozi beside him.

Little Bingtuozi is still little Bingtuozi, which shows that there is still no sign of waking up from the dream.

Little Yingbing picked up the dumplings, his eyes were a little dazed, looking at the Ying family compound in the New Year.

"Wife, where's the vinegar? How can we eat dumplings without vinegar?"

Old father Ying Xuliang looked at the two little ones and asked his wife for vinegar, preparing to give the dumplings a good bath.

"You are really... Bing'er finally has a friend, which is a good thing."

"I know, but I just want to eat something sour."

"Then you eat it, I'll go find a red envelope for Xiao Mo, I can't lose my manners."

Ying Xuliang ate dumplings: "Why hasn't he returned home for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"You forgot that the Li family had a late New Year's Eve dinner." Ying's mother reminded.

"That's right, Brother Li is probably patrolling outside for security, if he passes by later..."

"Daddy, eat dumplings."

A pair of chopsticks holding dumplings was handed to him, and the chopsticks were held by a little hand.

Ying Xuliang's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned for a long time.

Is it Bing'er?

At this moment, the old father suddenly felt like crying. Bing'er didn't like to communicate with people since she was a child, and she was the same to her parents. There were also gossips in the county, saying that his daughter was a fool.

Bing'er seemed different today.

"Good, delicious, these dumplings are so fragrant."

"Well, Xiao Mo, you eat too."

Ying Xuliang was stunned for a while, then smiled.

Ying's mother also came back with two red envelopes in her hand:

"Happy New Year, Xiao Mo, take the red envelope, and take Bing'er to play more in the future."

"Thank you, auntie."

Li Mo put the red envelope in her pocket and looked at Xiao Bingtuo carefully. She stuffed the red envelope into her arms, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, satisfied and happy.

"....."

Okay.

Anyway, this is just a dream. Even if you really encounter a disaster beast in the dream, it doesn't matter. In the dream,Even if he died, his mind and soul would be weak for a while.

Why did he have to wake up?

At least in his dream, he could face his childhood fears with Little Bingtuozi, that was enough.

After a while.

The buffet was almost over, and the children of the Ying family entered the ancestral hall under the call of the elders of the clan.

The night seemed to be thicker.

In the center of the ancestral hall stood a large incense burner, with incense sticks as thick as a child's arm inserted in it, making the ancestral tablets enshrined in the back hazy in the smoke.

Not only the tablets, the ancestor of the Ying family also had a gilded statue of a woman, and the workmanship was described as superb.

"This statue is so magnificent."

"That's right, the statue of the ancestor was made by a famous craftsman."

Ying Xuliang looked up and felt that Xiao Li Mo had good taste.

"Master..."

Li Mo retracted his gaze, thinking that it was no wonder that he could vaguely sense the power of all living beings from above, mixed with divine will.

"Let's go burn incense."

Mother Ying brought two incense sticks.

"Should I go too?"

"Go, since we're here."

Little Bing'er had never paid homage to the ancestors, so father and mother Ying mainly wanted to see if she would follow along with the boy from the Li family.

Li Mo nodded, took the incense, and looked at little Bingtuozi:

"Let's go?"

"....."

Little Yingbing seemed not to hear anything, and looked at the deep night outside the ancestral hall.

Yes.

Li Mo suddenly realized, when did it become so quiet outside, without any sound at all?

Following the gaze of little Bingtuozi, Li Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

It was a black beast with four legs on the ground, black horns on its head, and eyes like scarlet lanterns. It was somewhat similar to the legendary Qilin, but it was ugly and ferocious without any auspicious meaning.

Its huge lantern eyes stared straight at the two little people.

To be precise, it was looking at Xiao Yingbing.

"Hehehe... You are finally back."

Xiao Bingtuozi's face turned as white as frost and snow.