Chuzheng didn't refuse, and gave it to Yan's father.
Yan's father was ready to be rejected. Before they wanted to get her a schoolbag, she refused...
When Father Yan took the things in Chuzheng's hand, the whole person seemed to be suddenly injected with some vitality, and the old face became full of energy.
"You sit... sit... I bought a new chair today, it's not dirty." Father Yan pointed to the chair in the room.
Chuzheng saw that the dishes had been placed on the table, she did not refuse, she sat down happily with her new trousers in her pocket.
"What are you doing stunned, serve up the chicken soup."
"Hey."
The original owner's biological parents have been careful since the original owner returned.
Of course, they were not bad at that before, as long as they were able to do what they could, they would also respond to requests.
Yan's father carried all Chuzheng's things into her house, and Yan's mother just brought the chicken soup after she came out.
There is not much chicken soup, I should have only bought half of it, and I gave the chicken legs to Chuzheng.
Chuzheng has never been picky about what to eat. She glanced at the person opposite her, lowered her head and started to eat.
Seeing her eating, both Yan's parents and Yan's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
-
In the evening, Chuzheng changed the things on the bed, and took out other daily necessities and put them away.
She glanced at the unmoved thing next to her, took it out, and gave it to Father Yan in the living room.
Her face was cold and indifferent: "I bought too much, and I will use it for you."
"No, no..." Father Yan waved his hand: "You keep it, you keep it for use, we don't..."
"Take it."
Father Yan froze for a while, and took it tremblingly for a while.
"Change, I'll come see you tomorrow." Chuzheng dropped these words and went back to his room.
Father Yan: "..."
Father Yan didn't know what Chuzheng bought, but he knew that he had never touched such a comfortable sheet in his life.
"Do you really want to change it? That's a lot of money..."
"She said she would come to see tomorrow..." Father Yan hesitated, and finally said, "Let's change it."
The two of them rustled and changed the sheets and duvet covers.
Although the house was broken, the sound insulation was not bad. Chuzheng was lying on the new bed, playing with the mobile phone that the original owner had turned off for two days.
There was information found by the original classmate on the phone, asking her why she didn't go to school.
With such a big incident, how could the original owner have the mood to go to school.
The school should not know about this, just thought she didn't go to school because of something.
but…
It won't be long before the person she swaps with will spread the word about it.
After Chuzheng finished his mobile phone, he lay down to sleep, but...
There are so many cockroaches.
There is a cockroach nest here!
The shadow of the original owner is not without reason! !
Chuzheng sat up, and the silver thread drilled out of her wrist and extended out - catching cockroaches.
Yin Xian probably never thought that he would use it like this one day. The speed of catching cockroaches was fast and ruthless. When it returned to Chuzheng's wrist, a single cockroach was gone.
Chuzheng touched his wrist and lay back contentedly.
sleep!
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Chuzheng said to see it, and the next morning, he slipped into his pocket and walked to the door to see it.
Mother Yan came out of the kitchen, just in time to see Chu Zheng looking into the room.
"Breakfast is ready, can you have some?"
Chuzheng turned around casually and took the steamed buns on the table.
Seeing that she was willing to eat, Mother Yan's face was obviously relieved.
They had just brought the person back, and they didn't know what the child's temperament was, so Chuzheng's face was cold, but neither Yan's father nor Yan's mother felt that something was wrong.
Yan's father went out early in the morning, and Yan's mother also went out to work after dinner.
Chuzheng wanted to be paralyzed at home, but text messages kept coming in on her phone, and the original owner's deskmate asked her why she didn't go to class.
Chuzheng packed up and went out with her schoolbag.
At this time, most of the people have already gone out. Those who go to work and those who go to school go to school, and the doors of each household are closed.
Just when Chuzheng went down to the second floor, the door of the house closest to the stairs suddenly opened, and the old man was pushed out and almost hit Chuzheng.
Chuzheng immediately returned to the previous floor.
The man who followed the old man was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen. He raised his foot and kicked the old man.
The old man did not stand still and fell directly to the ground.
The boy still didn't let the old man go, stretched out his feet and continued to kick, using all his strength with each stroke, as if the person in front of him had a deep hatred against him.
"I'm immortal, I want you to mind your own business, why don't you die!"
"Where's the money? Where did you put it?"
The boy looked very thin, and his clothes seemed to be hanging on him.
He kicked and scolded, and the old man was kicked to the point of being speechless.
Chu Zheng weighed down his schoolbag and suddenly threw it towards the boy.
The schoolbag hit the boy on the arm, interrupting his movement. He looked up and saw the man standing on the stairs.
Carrying a pale pink schoolbag, the girl stood tall in the gray staircase, her eyes were cold, and there was a faint indifference and alienation, which was out of tune with this building.
The boy was stunned at first, and then became furious: "Who are you riding on the horse!"
In response to the boy's kick, the boy was unprepared, kicked straight, and hit the balcony behind.
"Grass!"
The boy cursed angrily and rushed towards Chuzheng.
The two of them crossed the narrow stairwell, and the boy was Chuzheng's opponent, and he was pressed to the ground and rubbed in a few strokes.
"Stop hitting, don't hit!!" The old man suddenly rushed over, hugged the boy in his arms, and glared at Chuzheng: "Where did the little girl come from, who told you to hit my grandson?"
Chuzheng: "??"
What the hell? !
Is it my fault again? !
The old man didn't care about the fact that he was beaten by his grandson just now, and looked concerned: "Qianqiang, are you alright."
The pain was too strong to speak.
"Who's your... stop, you're not allowed to go!!"
Chuzheng went downstairs in a few steps, leaving the voice behind.
"You see, bastard, it's not that I don't want to be a socialist successor, it's that reality doesn't allow it."
Who are you riding a horse!
Did she help or was it her fault
Okay, it's all her fault!
If it weren't for the good person card, the ghosts would be nosy!
【… 】
The king does not want to speak.
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When Chuzheng arrived at school, classes started early.
However, the original owner had taken leave before, so the guard let her in.
Chuzheng didn't enter the class during the class, but when the get out of class was over, she slowly walked into the classroom with her schoolbag.
"Beginning."
Seeing her at the same table, He Shan greeted her immediately.
"What have you been doing, taking so many days off?"
Chuzheng hung the schoolbag on the chair: "Nothing to do."
He Shan frowned: "What happened to you in Chuchu? Are you unhappy?"
He Shan and the original owner were at the same table in junior high school. They knew the original owner very well. Chuzheng had a cold face at this time, and she would definitely find something wrong.
"no."
He Shan: "… "
Your face is freezing, are you still unhappy? !