The two children felt that they would not be able to walk away when they saw the sharp sword.
It looked like he had seen his idol, and his little face was red with excitement.
On the other hand, Da Mao greeted Li Jian familiarly.
Shi Tingyu introduced Li Jian to the two children he had just met.
She knew Sharp Sword could understand.
After being fed with spiritual spring water several times, Shi Tingyu discovered that Lijian was unusually intelligent and could understand many words.
She saw all this and knew that this was the effect of the spiritual spring water.
Sure enough, after hearing the introduction, Lijian wagged his tail at the two of them, and the vigilance in his eyes relaxed a lot.
However, he still looked a little cold.
Giving each of the three children a White Rabbit toffee, Shi Tingyu asked Li Jian to play with them.
Sharp Sword:......
Forget it, it’s just taking care of a few kids.
There are toys for Sharp Sword in his kennel down the corridor.
Sometimes Tingyu asked Lu Weiguo to make a wooden Frisbee based on some dog toys from later generations, as well as towels and small balls to play with.
Li Jian went to his nest, picked up the ball and placed it in front of the children.
The two children looked at each other, what is it going to do?
Da Mao had seen Li Jian and Shi Tingyu playing ball.
It picked up the ball on the ground and threw it out like Shi Tingyu did. It locked its sharp eyes on the flying ball and ran. When the ball fell, it jumped up and caught it in its mouth.
Da Mao smiled proudly: "You see, this is how my aunt plays with sharp swords on weekdays."
The remaining two little guys were ready to make a move.
Among them, Sun Xiangdong, who was taller, asked for the ball from Da Mao, followed his example, threw the ball out, and then shouted at the sharp sword: "Zhuifeng! Go!"
The sharp sword that was about to run out suddenly stopped, and there was a big question mark on the dog's head.
Who is chasing the wind?
Da Mao put his hands on his hips and yelled angrily: "You called Li Jian by the wrong name, Li Jian is angry!"
Sun Xiangdong rubbed his head in embarrassment and apologized to Lijian: "I'm sorry Lijian, I didn't mean it."
Li Jian glanced at him, took the ball away in a blink of an eye, but stopped playing with him.
Sun Xiangdong chased behind Li Jian and explained, "Li Jian, listen to me, I really didn't mean it."
"Zhui Feng is the military dog in the comic strip I read. He has bad legs just like you, but he is very brave and powerful. I think you are just as good as him."
Lijian pricked up his ears, and the arrogance on the dog's face seemed to soften a little.
Sun Xiangdong's words attracted everyone's attention.
Da Mao asked with interest: "What comic strip? Is it good to read? Are there any comic strips depicting military dogs? Do the military dogs in them also look like sharp swords?"
The children asked questions one after another, and Sun Xiangdong simply said: "Just wait, I will go home and bring my comic strips to show you."
The family members lived relatively close to each other, and Sun Xiangdong's home was not far away, so none of them stopped him.
When Shi Tingyu came out, she found that one child was missing and asked, "Where is your other little friend?"
Damao raised his hand and said: "Aunt, Sun Xiangdong went home to get some things and will be back soon."
Shi Tingyu nodded, as long as he knew where the child was, he was in the courtyard and nothing would happen.
Today's parents just let their children go home for dinner.
Sometimes the children lose track of time while playing, and can hear their mother’s loud shouts.
After a while, Sun Xiangdong came over with the comic book "Loyal Dog".
He ran all the way here, his face flushed from exercise.
He put the comic strip in front of Da Mao and the others, "Look, the one on the cover is Zhui Feng. Does it look like a sharp sword?"
Da Mao looked at it carefully, with a surprised look on his face, "It's really similar, even the injured leg is the same, look here."
Da Mao pointed to Zhui Feng’s disabled leg on the cover, “Look here, it looks like a sharp sword.”
The sharp-sword dog's head squeezed in between Da Mao and Sun Xiangdong. When it saw the dog on the cover, its eyes lit up and it barked.
Da Mao touched its head and said with a look of approval: "Do you also think it looks the same as you?"
Sharp Sword: "Woof woof."
This is it!
It had seen this book in the master's room.
With the comic strips, the minds of several little guys were attracted. Three people and one dog surrounded the comic strips. Sun Xiangdong was responsible for turning over the comic strips and reading the words on it to the illiterate Da Mao.
Soon, they were attracted by the stories in the book.
But the more I read, the more I feel that Chai Feng in the book is like a sharp sword.
Shi Tingyu came out at this time. When he saw them forming a circle, he went over to take a look, but he saw that they were actually watching "Loyal Dog".
Damao raised his head from the book when he heard the noise and asked: "Auntie, did you draw this book?"
Back then, people in the Family Court were talking about Shi Tingyu making a lot of money by publishing books. He had heard people talk about it, and because it was about Shi Tingyu, he paid more attention. Then he saw Zhui Feng in the book. It looked so similar to a sharp sword that he thought the comic strip must be the one drawn by his aunt.
Shi Tingyu didn't expect that Da Mao would have such insight. The fact that she published the book was not a secret in the Family Court, so they didn't hide it, "Well, I drew it."
As soon as she said this, Sun Xiangdong and Shen Jibing next to him both looked at her, their eyes changing from shock to admiration.
Children's enthusiasm for reading comic strips is unimaginable. They have a vague admiration for those who can draw comic strips.
The real person was right next to them, how could they not be excited.
Sun Xiangdong stuttered, "Teacher Shi, is this true?"
Shi Tingyu took the comic book over, opened the title page, and pointed to the author on it. There was Shi Tingyu's name.
Sun Xiangdong, who is already in third grade, knows Shen Jibing.
They never looked at the names of comic strips, and all their minds were attracted by the content of the comic strip. Now when they saw the name of the editor, they realized that this comic strip was actually created by their art teacher.
For a moment, I felt like a great god was around me.
Although they didn't know what the great god meant at this time, they just felt very excited.
"Teacher Shi, you are so awesome! I especially like Zhui Feng. I think it is a divine dog."
Shi Tingyu smiled and said, "Thank you for your like. Although my family bought you comic books, you can read them when you have nothing to do, but don't delay your studies."
Sun Xiangdong nodded solemnly. If his parents said this, he was designated to talk back. But now it was his teacher and the author of the comic book who said this. How could he not listen.
The sharp sword stood beside it with its head raised high, and it also understood the conversation between several people. The dog in this book was indeed it!
Although the name has been changed, it doesn't matter.
At this moment it was extremely proud.
I was thinking about when I would be able to perform meritorious service again and ask my master to help it publish another book.
It wasn't until the parents of the children called for help that the two children who faintly heard the sound went back. On the way back, the two of them were still discussing the matter of chasing the wind and the sword.
