Chapter 436

Now it is the most splendid season of Sophora japonica. When the wind blows, sophora flower petals like rain, fall in succession, the United States is like a fairyland.

For Wen Qianqian, who has to worry about what to do with the next meal, the locust petals flying all over the sky are really annoying. They block her sight and make her itchy.

The petals on her head whirled, floated to her shoulder, and then slowly fell to the ground. Wen Qianqian wrung an itchy neck, one hand to protect fried rice in the chest, running fast.

It took her more than 20 minutes to get to the village.

At the entrance of the village stands a big stone with three characters engraved on it: Huaihua village.

She heard from an old woman in her village who was over 90 years old that the village had a history of 100 years, and this stone was the "treasure" of their village. After a hundred years of wind and rain, it was still intact, and even the words on it were still intact. It was a miracle. As the only child left in the village, she has been told thousands of times by the old people in the village that it is not allowed to scribble on this stone, let alone hit it with a naughty stone, otherwise, she will be severely punished!

Wen Qianqian holds fried rice and stops for a few seconds at the entrance of the village. Staring at the stone, she kicks her foot on it. After kicking, she immediately runs away with her tail.

After doing a bad thing, I feel much better than just now.

The village is very backward. If the houses of every family are put outside, the word "dangerous house" must be pasted.

But in Wen Qianqian and every villager in the village, the "dangerous house" is their home. At least, it can shelter them from the wind and rain, and they don't have to sleep in the street.

Wen Qianqian happily pushed open the broken wooden door. As soon as he walked into the yard, he opened his voice and called out: "godmother --!"

Before the man entered the room, the voice came in first.

Wenke was lying on the Kang, covered with a worn-out quilt. Hearing Wen Qianqian's voice, she took her eyes back from the window and looked at the door.

At this time, Wen Qianqian trotted across the threshold and handed over the fried rice with a smile: "godmother, I bought you some rice. You should eat some quickly. When I'm full, I'll take you out to bask in the sun. Today's weather is particularly good, and the locust flowers outside are also very beautiful! " She opened the fried rice and handed the disposable chopsticks.

I haven't eaten for three days. Now I smell the smell of rice. I have no appetite and even a little nausea.

Wen Ke lightly swept the fried rice in Wen Qianqian's hand and asked with a moving lip, "where did you get the money?" Her lips are very dry, and there are several openings on her lips. When she speaks, her voice is very hoarse and her voice is even weaker. However, she has a kind of fierce spirit, especially her eyes, which are very attractive. In addition, there are three ferocious scars in the corner of her eyes, which is very fierce.

Facing such a pair of eyes, there should be few people who can not change their face and lie, let alone Wen Qianqian, a child who has not yet had his sixth birthday.

Wen Qianqian looks at her with the flustered eyes of a fawn. She curls up her fingers. Her sight is wandering and she is silent.

Wenke lifted her eyelids and said, "did you steal it?" The voice was cold.

Wen Qianqian looked at Wenke in amazement. The next second, he bowed his head and confessed his mistake: "I had no way to steal money. The grandparents in the village couldn't care about their own food and drink. I'm sorry to borrow from them I'm young and nobody wants to hire me... "

Her hands shaking with fried rice. Wen Qianqian raised his head, tears like beads, one by one fell out, and soon, he wet his cheek: "I know I'm wrong, godmother, I promise this is the last time, I won't steal any more. Don't be angry, I promise I promise you."

Wenke looked at Wen Qianqian, who was almost as high as the Kang. Her hands were tight on her abdomen. Her throat was astringent and she couldn't speak. After a while, she said, "have you been beaten?" It's just four words, but it's hard to say.

Wen Qianqian was stunned and shook his head. He said, "I saw a well-dressed little boy with money in his hand. There was no adult around him. I ran fast, and I was not caught or beaten."

"How much money did you steal?"

“…… Two hundred. "

"How much is left?"

Wen Qianqian took money from his trouser pocket and handed it to Wenke: "there are still 187."

Wenke looked at the folded and wrinkled money in Wen Qianqian's hand, and her eyes flashed.

187

At that time, in Wen's family, this amount of money was not enough for her to eat a piece of cake.

Now think about it, such a life of luxury, as if it was a matter of previous life.

If it was not for her own experience, she could not imagine that a poor person could be so poor.

Hehe.

That's ridiculous.

"Dry Mom A thousand whispers of trial.

"Eat the rice, take the rest of the money, go to the drugstore at the foot of the mountain to buy allergic ointment and rub it on."

When Wen Qianqian was three months old, he was thrown under the overpass by his parents, and was picked up by Wenke who had nowhere to go.She was raised by her, and naturally knew what was wrong with her.

For example: Wen Qianqian is allergic to flowers and catkins. It's not serious. It's just that he gets red and itchy all over his body. Sometimes he gets red dots. He can't die, but it's enough.

When she was a child, she would cry and make noises every time she was allergic. It seems that when she was five years old, she would not cry or make any more noise. Every time she got hurt and felt uncomfortable, she would endure it.

Sometimes she is curious, a little five-year-old baby, exactly where is the perseverance?

"I'm not hungry." Wen Qianqian stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward to put the rice on Wenke's hand and said, "when I went down the mountain in the morning, I saw a bag of unopened chocolate by the garbage can. Now I'm not hungry at all. You can eat it, godmother."

Wenke pursed her lips.

There was a saying before that people would die if they didn't eat for three days, and they could live for seven days if they drank water midway.

She didn't drink water these three days. She ah, just adopted this girl will think, she raised her, big words, she can let her to help her revenge on wenjiaorui. As a matter of fact, her ideas were naive.

She and Wen jiaorui are already different.

"Godmother, godmother, why don't you eat? Are you too hungry to eat? I feel sick when I eat chocolate. Wait, I'll get you some water

Wenke looked at the tiny figure Wen Qianqian left, pulled a sneer, moved her fingers, picked up chopsticks and fried rice, and took a bite.

It's delicious and hot.

But her heart is cold.

Continue to let Wen Qianqian follow her, only to eat endless hardships.

Before you die, you'd better find her a good family to settle in.

Six and a half years old. Normally, it's time to go to school.

……

Su Yiran ate two boxes of lunch at noon. Maybe he was too tired. In addition, he was so tired that he fell asleep unconsciously.

This sleep is particularly sweet, wake up, the sun has set.

The setting sun has not faded, and it has been dyed red for half a day.

Su Yiran is still in his costume. He comes out of the tent rubbing his eyes.

Everyone in the crew is working. His uncle and aunt Xu Rui are chatting about the script together. They don't know what they are talking about. Aunt Xu Rui is very happy with her smile and covers her face from time to time. His uncle was like a piece of wood with no expression.

Su Yiran yawns, turns around and looks around.

Can find a circle, did not see his brother's figure.

Su Yiran frowned and smelled.

Isn't it? He's sleeping. His brother hasn't finished eating at the foot of the mountain?!

In his last life, he was Shu Road, but his brother was a bucket?