Chapter 13 (1/2)

”What is the red pig?” Cheng Zhiyan frowns. There are no red pigs in the story of three pigs.

”It's a red pig standing at the gate of the village!” The little rabbit opened his eyes and seriously said to Cheng: ”but what happened behind, I don't know.”

“……” Cheng Zhiyan was speechless in an instant.

”Come on, brother.” orange juice

”Once upon a time, there was a red pig at the gate of the village. Its name was rabbit...”

”I'm not a pig!”

”Its name is Xiaohong...”

”And a little blue pig!”

”Once upon a time, there was a red pig and a blue pig at the gate of the village. Their names were Xiaohong and Xiaolan respectively...”

”And And a purple pig! ”

“…… Once upon a time, the village gate Cheng Zhiyan rolled his eyes as he told the story. Anyway, the story must have nothing to do with the three pigs in the end, so he let go of the nonsense and said, ”the red pig ate a banana, so it turned into a yellow pig, the blue pig ate a peach, so it turned into a pink pig...”

Cheng Zhiyan talks and talks, watching the rabbit gradually no movement, finally a long sigh of relief.

This guy is asleep.

Why is he clearly born under the red flag, grow up under the red flag of the five good youth, shouldering the glorious task of building a beautiful socialist home, but he must coax a three-year-old baby to sleep here??