Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (1)
"Brother, this is for you to eat."
Qing Huan came over softly, she was wearing a washed white skirt, her small body was also very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it away. But those dark eyes are still round and bright, exuding innocent vigor and vitality.
A boy with a bandaged head and one eye wrapped was sitting in a remote corner of the orphanage, surrounded by other children who were laughing or making noise, but he was the only one in black. The eye exposed outside was dark and bottomless. Although he was still young, he could tell that he was very delicate and beautiful. When he was with the equally beautiful Qing Huan, the two looked like a golden boy and a jade girl. .
Like Qing Huan, the boy's clothes were also worn out. The orphanage was short of funds. In order to adopt more children, the dean who couldn't get donations could only tighten his belt. I didn't have a meal, I was hungry after a meal.
The boy was picked up by the dean three days ago. When he came in, his face was covered in blood and he was unconscious. The dean didn't have enough money to send him to the hospital, so he had to use the existing emergency equipment to bandage him hastily. Unexpectedly, the young man's life was so hard that he woke up in the morning. Then he sat here alone, without saying a word, and ignoring anyone.
Spread out in front of her is a small white hand, but it is not delicate, because living in such a place, even Qing Huan, who is only five years old, needs to do a lot of things every day, and her small hand is very rough. But at this moment, on the palm of the little hand lay a piece of milk candy that had been melted by body temperature.
The boy ignored her.
"Brother, this is for you to eat." She sent it forward again, her eyes were full of joy and innocence.
Seeing that he was ignoring her, she worked hard to bend down and look at him, but she held her skirt carefully so that it wouldn't get dirty. The dean's mother worked very hard to wash their clothes.
Looking at these clean eyes, the young man suddenly felt tyranny in his heart. Such eyes, instead of making him feel pity, made him want to destroy—destroy everything in this world! He looked at the little girl coldly, but the little girl didn't understand the meaning in his eyes at all, instead she smiled and stretched out her little hand in front of him: "Brother, this is for you..."
"Who is your brother!" The boy stood up abruptly and gave her a hard push. The skinny little girl fell down immediately, because he was too strong, she rolled on the ground several times, and finally hit the wall before stopping.
Are you going to cry
Definitely going to cry.
The weak are like this, weak and ridiculous.
She herself is already like this, so what qualifications does she have to sympathize with him
The boy thought cruelly.
Let her know who can't be provoked, so silly and sweet, do you think he will accept it
Qing Huan curled up in pain, she slowly got up, her small mouth was flattened, and her small brows were also frowned. Just when the boy thought she was going to cry, she rubbed her eyes and patted the skirt, "It's going to get dirty... It's not good to get dirty..." She patted for a long time, but the skirt was still dirty.
At this time, other children gathered around, "Qing Huan! Are you okay? Why did you fall down?"
"Does it hurt?"
"I'm going to tell the dean's mother!"
…
She is really a popular little girl, but the smile on that little face makes people want to destroy it. The young man thought sinisterly, when he looked at Qing Huan, she happened to look at her too.
The dean came over soon. Qing Huan was the most sensible and well-behaved child in the yard. She always loved her the most, and quickly hugged the child into her arms, "Are you injured? How did you fall down?"
Are you going to sue
Definitely going to sue.
The weak are like this, unable to resist, they can only rely on those who are stronger than themselves.
What a waste.
"...I accidentally sprained my foot."
The little girl said so.
The boy raised his head, and the little girl was in the arms of the dean, she didn't shed tears, she was still smiling, her smile seemed to be the motivation for the whole orphanage to live, so warm and full of vitality. Then she got down from the dean's arms and apologized: "I'm sorry for the dean's mother, the dress you just washed for me, I got dirty again."
I am very annoyed, because she is small and short-handed now, and washing it by herself is a waste of water.
The dean smiled kindly. In fact, she is only in her thirties now, but all these years of hard work make her look like she is in her forties or fifties. The corners of her eyes were wrinkled early, and her skin began to age early. But she is still alive, even in obscurity.
Qing Huan walked towards the young man, but the young man got up and left a second before she approached. His injury is still not healed, but he is like a dangerous beast, refusing any gentle approach in this world.
When everyone gathered together to drink porridge and eat steamed buns at night, the boy didn't show up either. Qing Huan stared at the vacant chair in a daze. The orphanage was very small, and there were only about twenty children in it. Because of the large number of people, few people noticed who was there and who was not. For them, being able to eat enough and have a shelter from the wind and rain to sleep is already the happiest thing in the world.
Most of the children in this orphanage are abandoned babies, and a large part of these abandoned babies have congenital diseases. The money for medicine and treatment accounted for almost nine out of ten of the orphanage's expenditure, so the children were extraordinarily precocious and sensible, and those of Qing Huan's age began to help the headmaster with his work. Usually they would go out collectively to pick up waste products or plastic bottles, or else they would raise donations, sell some handmade works, and barely make a living.
Qing Huan is so beautiful and clean that she doesn't look like a child here. She was also picked up by the dean, but she no longer remembers her past.
The moonlight was like water, and Qing Huan walked out carefully carrying her bowl of porridge and the little pitiful steamed bun, followed the moonlight to find the boy sitting at the edge of the corridor.
He still looked indifferent, and under the cover of the night, his good eye looked particularly terrifying, like a wild beast.
"Brother..." She called out tentatively, and put down the bowl and steamed buns. "This, for you to eat."
Since the boy woke up, he didn't talk to anyone or pay attention to anyone. He would attack anyone who approached him. The dean tried and had no choice but to let him stay alone for a while. Because he was rude to the principal, the other children disliked him very much, only Qing Huan always leaned over.
The boy looked down at the small bowl. There were only a handful of rice grains in it, and the steamed buns were ridiculously small, but the little girl stood softly in front of him. distance, and looked at him expectantly. "If you don't eat, you will be hungry."
Yes, if you don't eat, you will be hungry, and then you will die.
But he doesn't want to die.
The young man picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in a few gulps, then tore up the mantou with big mouthfuls, Qing Huan was stunned by the way he devoured it. He was obviously very hungry, but after eating, he immediately returned to the sitting posture like a stone statue.
"Brother... I'll give you this too."
It was that ridiculous melted caramel again. But it can be seen that it is something she cherishes very much, Qing Huan gave him the candy with sparkling eyes: "This is what the dean's mother bought for each of us before, and I have never been willing to eat it."
I was not willing to eat it, but gave it to him.
The boy was not polite, grabbed the candy and wanted to peel off the candy wrapper, but the candy had already melted and could not be separated from the candy wrapper at all, so he tore it randomly twice and swallowed the candy wrapper together. Qing Huan looked at him in surprise: "That...can't be eaten..."
She spoke softly, without any intimidation. The boy gave her a cold look, got up and left again, leaving only her back.
What a difficult kid.
Qing Huan narrowed her eyes, couldn't help making a childish face at the boy, and then smiled when he turned around as if aware of something: "Brother, remember to come for breakfast tomorrow morning!"
The boy ignored her.
Qing Huan also had a headache, the person in front of her was a big devil, cynical at a young age, and wanted to destroy the world. Don't tell me, if she can't take him down, then twenty years later, she will become the worst black-and-white guy who can really destroy everything with a nuclear bomb. Thinking of this, she has a big head, and she is so difficult to deal with at the age of eleven. What if she is a little older
She rubbed her sore shoulders, helping the dean with a day's handwork today, she was really tired.
She was sleepy, but they didn't even have to take a shower here, because it would waste water, so all of them took a shower once a week. Therefore, you should cherish your clothes very much at ordinary times, and you don’t have to change them if they get dirty.
Early the next morning, the boy didn't come to eat. Qing Huan went to look for him again with a porridge bowl, this time she searched all corners and found no one, just when she was surprised, she inadvertently raised her head—"Ah! Brother, you are here! I have been looking for you for a long time !"
It can be seen that the forehead is sweating.
The boy sat on the tree and looked at her coldly. He didn't do anything in the orphanage, he didn't give birth, he was rude and didn't talk to anyone, except the dean and Qing Huan, no one would talk to him, let alone ask him to eat.
"Come down and eat." Qing Huan stared at the tree in distress. "I can't climb it."
The boy hooked the corner of his mouth, "You come up, I'll eat."
He did it on purpose, because she would definitely not be able to climb up, even if she did, how would the porridge bowl be served
Qing Huan came to climb without even thinking about it. She uses both hands and feet, but she can't climb up trees because she can't climb trees at all. Half an hour later, she finally grasped some essentials, and finally climbed to the same height as the boy. Before she had time to laugh, the boy reminded her lightly: "How about breakfast?"
"ah… "
She forgot that breakfast was still under the tree.
But if you want to go down... Qing Huan glanced down, suddenly frightened, she looked at the young man pitifully: "Brother, I... I can't go down..."