Su Qingyu immediately pushed the candy aside and put it into her mouth in front of the team leader.
She is mute now, and a mute does not have to speak.
She just had to keep the candy in her mouth.
The sugar melts quickly in your mouth.
The head of the group nodded with satisfaction, patted her shoulder and praised her, "What a good child.
Go ahead and play with Youyou."
After the leader left, Youyou smiled and rubbed Su Qingyu with her armless shoulder: "The leader is leaving, you can speak now.
Is the sugar sweet? "
[Red Apple Circus]Rule 12.
[The boy who lost his arm and the leader are inseparable. When you see one of them, the other is also by your side.
If you see this rule, please pretend you didn't see it, don't expose it, and continue your performance. They will play along with you.]
Su Qingyu took out a napkin and spit out the melted sugar water.
Then she rinsed her mouth with mineral water.
Youyou’s face darkened.
In Su Qingyu's eyes, Youyou and the team leader are bound together.
It's just that she doesn't know whether she needs to perform or not.
After spitting out the candy, Su Qingyu wiped the water stains from the corners of her lips, clasped her hands together, and said to Youyou in a guilty manner, "Please, please, keep it a secret for me. Don't tell the leader, or else your kindness will be wasted.
Actually, I like to eat sweets, but I am trying to quit eating them recently. You know, quitting eating sweets is good for your skin.”
Youyou was skeptical.
Su Qingyu sighed deeply: "You said outside that you trusted me."
She said, looking up at him.
Feeling wronged, but not saying it.
stare-
Youyou seemed unable to bear her gaze. He touched his nose awkwardly, then put on a warm smile and comforted her: "I misunderstood. I thought you hated the candy I bought."
"How could that be? I invested in this candy." Su Qingyu continued to deceive, "As one of the shareholders, I have no reason to hate my own product."
Youyou was stunned: "You are right."
At night, when Su Qingyu was sleeping on a large bunk bed, she heard the "click" sound made by the regiment commander as he walked.
Every night, the group leader would come here to count the number of children.
In the past, he would count them one by one.
But tonight, Su Qingyu closed her eyes and felt the captain walking towards her and starting to count.
“1, 1, 1…”
The leader kept repeating this number.
It's like a mechanical jam.
Wu Xin didn't give any hint, so Su Qingyu pretended not to hear it.
This sound lasted for a long time.
Su Qingyu fell asleep listening to the rhythmic counting sounds.
In the second half of the night, Wuxin woke Su Qingyu up.
Su Qingyu opened her eyes and looked in the direction of Wuxin Baigu's finger, and found that the head of the vase girl was sticking out of the clown poster not far away.
The poster was pasted on the wall. The vase girl seemed to have found her own body. She broke the poster with her hands and climbed down the wall. Half of her body was stuck in the wall, staring in the direction of Su Qingyu.
Her mouth moved.