Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (2)
Such a beautiful, clean and cute little girl, no one can't help but like it when they see it, right? She is not self-willed and does not cause trouble, she is caring, sensible and well-behaved, who can turn a blind eye to such a pitiful little face
Teenagers can.
After hearing Qing Huan's words, the corners of his mouth twitched again, and then he immediately jumped off the tree, at least two meters above the ground, without blinking his eyes.
Qing Huan exclaimed: "Brother—"
What, want to ask him to take her down
"You, are you okay? So tall..."
The boy's intact eye was unfathomable, he looked up at Qing Huan who was clinging to the tree trunk, and said impersonally: "Since you can't get down, then stay up there."
As he spoke, he ate all of her food, and then disappeared from Qing Huan's sight.
He just hates this weak and weak little devil, who looks like he will fall if he pokes it, but he always keeps his eyes wide open stubbornly. No matter how much he refuses, ignores and bullies her, she doesn't cry.
Let him not have the pleasure of destroying at all.
Qing Huan hugged the tree trunk and sighed, as expected of the Great Demon King, he was so difficult to deal with when he was a child. She should be thankful that she met him when he was a child, otherwise it would be so troublesome. If there is no one to guide and help him, the child will only fall into darkness completely. But maybe he is inherently evil, and the desire to destroy in his bones is the reason why he does not allow anyone to get close. He couldn't trust others, couldn't make others believe in himself, and he didn't care about anything but his own life.
He was only eleven years old, and he was already so cruel and ruthless. What would it be like to grow up
However, she is only a five-year-old girl now, and she has already used all her strength to climb the tree. It's rare to see a cute and sensible little girl like her, but the fact that a young man can be honest with her shows that he doesn't even have any softness in his heart. She had also seen him kick the cat in the yard away expressionlessly before, just because the cat blocked his way.
Maybe it was because of being seen by her that he was so bad when facing her. Because he turned a blind eye to other people in the orphanage. Maybe Qing Huan saw his unknown dark side, so even though she was very young and didn't understand anything, he wanted to destroy her.
It's ridiculous. Facing a person like him, a clean and gentle angel is something that shouldn't exist at all.
Qing Huan lay on the tree for a long time but no one came, and finally she just fell asleep in a daze. Anyway, she didn't plan to go down, and to put it bluntly, she wanted to gamble on whether the trick would work. Although the boy always showed a look of hating her, isn't this extreme dislike for her also a desire in another sense
The reason why Qing Huan dared to think this way was because she knew everything that had happened to this person. There was still a soft place in the boy's heart, even though that softness was pitiful.
She guessed well.
After the teenager ate her breakfast, he was alone as he was the rest of the time. After he woke up, no one was allowed to touch his wound. The children in the orphanage all agreed that he was the worst child, and no one would take the initiative to approach him.
So everyone was surprised when they saw the boy show up for dinner. But the young man walked in as if no one was there, found an empty seat and sat down. There was a bowl of porridge, a steamed bun and some pickles in that empty seat, and he ate them all. Only then did the child shout: "That's Qing Huan's dinner! You can't eat it!"
The young man glanced at him, the cold beast-like eyes startled the child, then he ignored the others, turned and left.
There seemed to be an innate ruthlessness in him, even the dean was shocked by it.
The boy left the dining hall, walked all the way to the big tree in the yard, and looked up. The little girl with red eye circles hugging the tree trunk also stared at him stupidly, then sucked the snot that was about to fall—the boy’s exposed eyes showed no emotion, and he asked, “Why didn’t you call someone to save you?”
As long as you shout and put the blame on him, she is so painful, it is impossible for anyone to blame her.
Qing Huan hugged the tree trunk, still very wronged: "I don't want to call..."
For some reason, the boy felt that he knew why she didn't want to bark.
How stupid. Then he walked over and stretched out his arms: "jump down."
Qing Huan looked at him eagerly, and let go of his hand without hesitation, without any doubt or fear.
The young man's eyes were complex, and he threw her away almost immediately after catching her, turned around and left.
"elder brother… "
The faint cry behind him stopped his footsteps, just for a moment.
From this day on, the children in the orphanage have been used to such a scene - the most lovable little girl in the orphanage follows the stinky and rude boy every day, and the older brothers keep shouting, She didn't care if the boy ignored her, she still liked to pester him. It's really incomprehensible, how can such a cute little girl like Qing Huan like such a bad boy
But because of Qing Huan's insistence, they also had to work with the boy. They eat together, take a shower, sleep together, and then do handicrafts together. Every day is very busy. Except for an extra boy with a bad temper, the life in the orphanage has not changed at all, just like stagnant water without waves.
Although Qing Huan pesters the young man every day, she knows that there is still an opportunity before the other party softens. There is no rush for this kind of thing, all she can do now is to brush up her daily favor, and the rest can only be left to God.
On this day, they pushed the carts and went in two groups to sell bracelets. The bracelets are handmade by themselves, and wearing beads is a very simple matter. The dean's mother said that they can't get something for nothing, so they are not allowed to beg in the street, and they are asked to learn to be self-reliant. These bracelets are cheap and beautiful, and they are sold by children, so after deducting the cost, they can indeed make a little money. But they need to wear the bracelets sold in one day for seven or eight days. If all the bracelets are sold out, they will each get a piece of meat for dinner.
In order to be able to eat meat, the children are very hard.
Of course, Qing Huan was in a group with the teenagers, they were pushing a small cart, and Qing Huan was carrying a small washed white bag on her back—this was donated to their orphanage by caring people in society, each group had one, which contained very little change.
She is short but careful. Pushing the cart, he still didn't forget to talk to the boy beside him: "Brother, can I keep this for you?"
He stopped, took off the small bag, and tiptoed to hang it around the boy's neck. The young man looked at her expressionlessly, the small bag was ridiculously flat, the largest denomination inside was only five yuan, and more were fifty cents coins, which she bought in exchange for bottles.
"Is brother tired?" Qing Huan asked him, "Then brother, rest here. I'll go around the street and come back."
It seems that no matter how hard life is, she can laugh so happily.
The boy lowered his eyes and followed behind her without saying a word.
They walked around the whole street, and they were queuing up outside a movie theater. Because Qing Huan was cute and had a sweet mouth, and the bracelets were really nice and cheap, they sold a lot of them in a short time.
Qing Huan was very happy: "I sold a lot today, the dean's mother will be very happy!"
She wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose, and smiled happily at the boy. The young man turned his eyes away, walked to a corner with few people and sat down, Qing Huan thought he was tired, held the small bag and hesitated for a while, then pushed the car to his side, turned and ran away.
The boy looked at the direction she was running indifferently, and sneered—it really was a child, who couldn't resist the temptation of candy and ice cream.
He closed his eyes and stopped looking at her until the cold touch touched his cheek. Opening her eyes, Qing Huan smiled sweetly: "Brother, this is for you."
It's a glass of iced juice, and it's not cheap.
The boy didn't refuse, he took it and drank it in a big gulp. He noticed the little girl's longing eyes and stopped: "Want to drink?"
"Hmm~" she refused, "I brought water."
Yes, she still had a heavy mineral water bottle around her neck. The bottle she picked up outside had been scalded with hot water, and the bottle inside was cold water. Each group of children carried a bottle. They make very little money, and no one spends it indiscriminately.
The boy suddenly felt that the drink in his hand was too heavy to hold with one hand.
Qing Huan unscrewed the cap of the bottle. Since she was small and her hands were small, she held it in her hands, gulped a few sips, and laughed again: "It's so cool!"
Where is it cool? Such a ghostly weather can dry people out.
The two children were sitting on the corner of a deserted street, Qing Huan looked up at the sky: "Brother, look, the sky is so blue."
The young man only saw the oppression and distance as far as the eye could see.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, "little sister, how do you sell this bracelet of yours?"
Qing Huan immediately stood up and twisted the water bottle: "Hi Uncle, fifty cents."
"That's it." The person who came was a middle-aged man who looked very kind, "Uncle bought everything you want, can you?"
"Really?" Qing Huan opened her eyes wide, "Uncle wants to buy them all?"
"That's right." The middle-aged man touched her head and squeezed her small and cute ears, Qing Huan trembled, "Uncle?"
"That's right." The middle-aged man smiled more gently, which made the small eyes on his fat face narrowed into a line, making it even more unclear. "Uncle's house has a lot of beautiful clothes and delicious food, do you want it?"
Qing Huan shook her head: "The dean's mother said that you can't just take other people's things—"
"You can take them back and give them to others."
Give it to someone else
Qing Huan's eyes lit up: "Can I? Can I give it to my friends?"
"Of course." The man smiled deeper.
From the beginning to the end, the boy didn't say a word.