The old man pushed a wheelchair and sat at the door of the yard, watching Wanwan carrying something piled with pointed baskets, shaking her little head obediently, and walking towards the village step by step.

In the spring, the young man floating out of the house reached out and touched the old man's gray hair, and whispered silently: "Mom."

The old man reached out and rubbed the ends of his eyes, wiping away the tears that had condensed.

...

Wanwan felt that she had collected almost everything, so she went to Diandian and the others, but she couldn't find it after a while.

The photographer followed Wanwan all the time, received the director's instructions and asked, "Wanwan, you are separated from other children, are you going to find them now?"

"If you want to know their location, you can actually ask me."

"But you have to do one thing before I can say it."

Wanwan looked up at the photography teacher, frowned and hesitated for two seconds.

“What to do?”

The photographer gradually showed a successful smile: "I heard from your brother that your little pig dance is very good. Can you dance in front of the camera?"

Wanwan's fleshy cheeks moved, and she did not immediately agree to the photography teacher's request.

Because she remembered the ill-intentioned and conspiracy-successful smile when her brother recorded the Pig Dance video at home, she always felt that dancing Pig Dance seemed to easily hit some strange and weird laughter from adults.

After thinking for three seconds, Wanwan shook her head firmly.

"I think I can find Diandian and others on my own."

The photographer's smile froze. What should I do? The children can't do it!

Wanwan turned her head and looked around, and finally aimed at the orange cat that was lazily lying in the corner of the stone wall and hanging its long tail.

She turned her head and said to the photography teacher behind her, "I have a way to find Diandian and the others."

Photographer: "???"

Wanwan ran to the corner of the wall, looked up at the orange cat nestled on the wall basking in the sun, raised her hand and waved, shouting, "Big Juju, can you do me a favor?"

The orange cat opened its eyes and looked down at the bipedal beast below that was disturbing its saint's driving, and its tail was shook impatiently.

Wanwan smiled sweetly and took out a small biscuit from her pocket: "Help me, I'll treat you to a small biscuit."

The orange cat stayed on the wall and remained motionless as a mountain, sneering at the small biscuits.

Wanwan's smile disappeared, she secretly wrapped her spiritual power into the biscuits, and then held the biscuits and shook them.

The orange cat suddenly straightened its head, its pupils slowly contracted, and the rhythm of its originally swung tail slowed down.

The photography teacher captured the changes of the orange cat in the lens, and then looked at the little bean Ding Wanwan, who was like the wolf grandmother, and whispered to remind Wanwan: "Cats cannot understand human language."

Wanwan turned her head to look at the photography teacher and nodded: "I know, but cats can feel emotions. Uncle, don't underestimate them. They may know more about this place than you."

Ordinary cats do not understand human language, but this cat is a little different. It should be quite old and has a little spiritual energy on it. It is not a cat demon, but it should be in a state of ignorance and enlightenment.

There are not many animals like this who slowly enlighten their wisdom before their death, but they have entered the cycle of reincarnation again before they can start their spiritual wisdom.

The photographer chatted with Wanwan for a few words, and suddenly the thing that fell from the wall was jumped.

The round and moist big orange walked to Wanwan in an elegant cat stroll, squatted on the ground and looked up at Wanwan, with her tail slowly shaking.

"Meow--"

Wanwan squatted down and placed the cookie in front of it: "Can you take me to find other children? I'll give you snacks."

The orange cat stared at the small biscuit in Wanwan's hand, raised its right paw and placed it on Wanwan's knee.

Wanwan put the small biscuits that had torn the packaging bag to the side of its mouth.

Daju took it away, got up and walked along the road to the village. Wanwan squatted in place and looked at it for a while.

Daju took a few steps, looked back at Wanwan without following, and stood there and looked at her.

Wanwan stood up with a smile on her knees and said happily to the photography teacher: "Uncle, look, Dajuju is willing to lead me."

The photographer was also very shocked.

He had a cat at home, and his father was a cat slave, so he had a good understanding of cat habits.

Cats can only condition reflexes certain things that humans do, such as feeding.

In addition, cats have a strong ability to perceive human emotions. After raising them for a long time, when people are sad, they occasionally do some behaviors to comfort their own shovelers.

But a phenomenon like Wanwan, who uses snacks to bribe cats to lead the way, and the cat seems to understand and agree.

He felt it was really incredible.

...

At this moment, many shovelers who squat Wanwan were also crazy in the live broadcast room.

"Damn it! Is this magic used?"

"After the founding of the country, do you know that big jujube?"

"So can cookies bribe the cat owner? I'll try it."

"I've tried it, it's fake! I've been slapped back by the cat owner."

"So, that big orange is indeed pretended to be a human!"

"Although cats can eat, it is best not to feed them biscuits that humans eat. Those foods will cause burden on the cat's liver and kidneys."

"I just took out my little cookies and prepared to try my cat owner, but!!! The debunker heard the sound of the packaging bag and appeared on the charge!!! The man had been knocked down by Erha, and the flat screen was killed~"

"Hahaha, there are cats and dogs upstairs, and life is happy."

"So, I am the only one who cares about it. How did Wanwan make the big orange cat listen to her?"

"Upstairs, this is a good question, but I don't know."

...

Wanwan carried a small basket on her back and followed the big cat, and finally stopped at the entrance of a yard.

Although she hadn't entered yet, Wanwan had already heard the sounds of Diandian and Hehe in the yard.

Wanwan stood at the door, smiled and shook her hand: "Thank you, Dajuju."

The big orange cat stood at the door and saw her go in before turning her head away with the small biscuit in her mouth.

The photographer took a long back of it, and inexplicably remembered a dubbing: "In a dream, the breeze blew up, the sleeves were flying, it should be that you came on the moon, and you were as proud as back then. I had an old friend holding a sword and cutting the spring breeze but not willing to return."

For some reason, he saw a chivalrous spirit in the back of a big orange!

It's simply... sick!

The photography teacher immediately came to his senses and chased Wanwan into the yard.

...

In the yard, Diandian and Hehe were helping to feed the rabbits.

After Wanwan entered, she stood curiously outside the rabbit cage, watching Dian Dian and Hehe feed the rabbits with hay.

"Wanwan, are you here?" Hehe had just finished feeding a handful of grass and turned his head to see Wanwan standing beside him with a basket on his back, and asked, "Do you want to feed the rabbit together?"

Wanwan grabbed a handful of hay and came to the cage. Diandian stopped her and reminded her: "The rabbits here have been fed. Wanwan, go to the cage over there. Those two big white rabbits have not been fed yet."

"Oh, okay." Wanwan took the hay to the other side, put her face close to the iron cage, carefully stuffed the hay into the cage, turned her head and asked, "How much hay does a rabbit have to feed?"

"So much." Hehe divided a small pile and explained to her patiently, "There are two rabbits in a cage, and it's enough to feed them so much. I just asked Grandpa Zhang."

Wanwan nodded, slowly put the hay into the cage, quietly stretched out a finger, and touched the big white rabbit's small fat buttocks.

The fur is so soft and smooth ~

Wanwan's eyes immediately lit up, she lowered her head and grabbed some hay, and walked to the rabbit's mouth through the cage.

Zheng He stopped, stood beside Wanwan, and when he lowered his head, he saw her full bamboo basket, and was stunned.

"Wanwan, your basket is filled so quickly?"

Wanwan turned her head and looked at her shoulders, nodded and said, "I helped a grandma pick up beans, and she gave me a lot of dishes."

Zheng He raised his hand and touched her messy soft hair: "You are so awesome."

He underestimated Wanwan. He originally thought that if she ran to play halfway, but he didn't think about finding vegetables, he would make more and give her some.

Wanwan turned her head and asked, "I have carved a lot, do you want it?"

Zheng He shook his head: "That was obtained by picking up beans by yourself. Diandian and I can't ask for it."

When Dian Dian heard this, she turned her head and looked at Wanwan's small backpack, and praised her bluntly: "Wanwan is really amazing. She is obviously smaller than Shushu, but she first collected vegetables."

"Diandian, do you want it either?"

Dian Dian shook his head: "Wanwan, I am older than you, I am my sister."

"My brother said, you can't steal other people's things."

"Hehe and I are feeding the rabbits. Grandpa Zhang has already promised to give us vegetables. We can get them after feeding them."

Wanwan: "Okay."

"Where is Shushu?" Wanwan looked around and suddenly didn't see the little brother Yan Ba.

Dian Dian turned his eyes to Hehe, who was shocked and said, "Didn't he say he's going to find you?"

Wanwan: "???"

The photographer looked at the three children looking at each other and couldn't help but want to laugh.

In the live broadcast room, many people beat the table and laughed.

"Hahahaha, the pupils of human cubs are earthquakes, emoticons screenshots!"

"When it comes to finding friends, you can lose yourself."
Chapter completed!