Chapter 972: Be taken in

Until the third day when she was hungry, she even had hallucinations, and she was all sweating.

She climbed up from the ground and wrapped her rotten cotton coat tightly. The buttons of the cotton coat did not need to be buckled. Almost the entire cotton coat could wrap her up. She was thin again. She used to be thin like a monkey. Now It may have become a ghost.

When the door was opened, the cold wind outside was like a knife, cutting her skin from time to time. She touched her face, almost no temperature on her face, and the cold was like ice.

Suddenly, her body swayed, and the person fell to the ground, and she climbed from the ground again and walked into the village.

The people in the village were unfamiliar with her. She held out her hand and just wanted to talk to an elder sister. When the elder sister and her child saw her, they cried aloud.

"Ghost, ghost..."

The woman quickly hugged her son and coaxed it up, and there was not much good in her tone.

"When you grow up like this, what else do you come out to scare us, don't turn around in the village when it's okay."

Yan Huan’s lips were a little bit painful, even the corners of her eyes were hurting. She slammed her tears back, then covered her face with her cotton coat, and continued to walk forward. But when others saw her, they all avoided it, and even some children threw stones at her, saying they were fighting ghosts.

She dragged her heavy steps, turned around, and walked towards the village entrance, and no one knew. At this time, how much tears rolled down under her slightly dropped eyelashes, and it hurt like this. Hurt.

The wind cut the corners of her eyes, and the indifference hurt her heart.

"Child..." Then a voice warmed her ears.

She stopped and turned around, and she saw the long-lived mother standing behind her, seeming a little uncertain.

"Is it really you?" The Changsheng mother came over and took Yan Huan's hand. As a result, this pinch felt what kind of hand she was holding. It was a stone.

Why is it so cold? And the clothes she wore on Yan Huan at the first sight, it all hurts, who has no parents, no children?

The unattended child is poor.

"Come on, go home with your aunt," the long-lived mother pulled Yan Huan away.

"Aunt Changsheng, what are you doing to take her back? Are you afraid that she looks like her?" Someone behind them persuaded Changsheng's mother, and the secret did not know what it meant.

"What's the matter with me taking her back?" The long-lived mother stopped, and one hand was still holding Huanhuan's hand. "This child was saved by our parents' lives. At first, you all disliked her as an outsider. What kind of Qiu family, even in the village, has to rush her to live there, now it's such a cold day, this is freezing people to death, even if our longevity took her from the water, we can't let her So dead."

"Go, boy, go home with your aunt."

Longevity mother disregards other eyes and objections, this is necessary to bring Yan Huan to her home.

She opened a door, the inside was cleaned very clean, the ground was also paved with bricks and stones, and the ground was very smooth, although it is also old, but it can be seen, it has been carefully rubbed and tried. There is a large kang, which is covered with a bedding. Although it is not new, it can be seen and washed very cleanly.

"My parents said," the long-lived mother sat down and said, "He said that it is not a problem for you to live there, so I vacated our empty house. When you first came, I actually I want you to live in our house, but the people in the village did not know your identity at that time, and they were also afraid. Besides, there is no place in my house. Now, Changsheng has put away this empty house. It also happened to be a Kang, which happened to be a good one. I also warmed up the Kang, and you can move in today."

"Thank you aunt," Yan Huan couldn't say anything, she just cried, her tears were falling down one by one, crying very pitifully, especially her thin body like a ghost, didn't know the end What crime was suffered.

Longevity mother is also a mother, if her son becomes like this, she still does not know how to feel distressed.

"Ah, it's okay," the long-lived mother patted Yan Huan's shoulder gently, and didn't dislike anything because she was dirty.

"By the way, there is still rice in the pot. The aunt brings you a bowl. Although our family has no money, it will not make you hungry."

Yan Huan nodded, but still wept a little.

After a while, the long-lived mother brought a bowl of noodles out, with a few vegetable leaves floating on the noodles, and a poached egg. Yan Huan served the bowl and almost ate it.

"No hurry, eat slowly, there is still something in the pot."

When Changsheng's mother saw Yanhuan's way of eating, she was shocked.

Yan Huan kept stuffing her mouth, she was too hungry, she was so hungry, she was hungry and even wanted to eat her own meat, she was so hungry, she was so hungry, she I have never been so hungry.

And she ate and ate, her tears kept falling into the bowl, making the long-lived mother unbearable.

"I'm sorry, auntie," Yan Huan wiped tears with his sleeves and smiled carefully, "I just haven't eaten in a long time, I'm so hungry."

"This..." Changsheng's mother thought for a while, "Did I not let Changsheng send you some rice? These rice can also eat you for a long time," she just couldn't understand, Yanhuan was a woman, and she was So thin and small, how can you finish eating so many rice at once, these rice at least enough for her parents to eat for a month or two, how can this girl eat more than they live for?

Yan Huan hugged the bowl, she didn't know what to say, her nose was sour, and the sourness was even unbearable.

Auntie, those rice, she sucked her nose again, the rice was stolen.

"Stolen by someone?" The long-lived mother was also frightened. Who stole the rice, this is simply a life-threatening one. Those rice is a life-saving rice, who is so unscrupulous, how? Stolen someone's rice? There is no rice, nothing to eat, can you still live, it is such a cold day.

"Children," the long-lived mother was so uncomfortable, "You told my aunt, how long have you not eaten?"

Yan Huan raised his eyes, and the meat on his cheeks was deeply sunken, so that his face was thin with yellow muscles, as if he had not eaten for a long time.

Yan Huan lowered his head again, put the bowl next to his mouth, and drank the soup bit by bit.