Chapter 436: Yes, rice bucket

It is now the most splendid season when Huaihua is blooming. When the wind blew, the petals of the locust blossoms fell like rain, and the beauty was like a fairyland.
Only the rich and worry-free can calm down and enjoy the beautiful scenery. For Wen Qianqian who has to worry about what to do after eating the meal, the petals of Huaihua flying all over the sky at this time really hate death and block her view. It's tickling again on her (身sh　n).
The petals falling on top of her head swirled and fluttered to her shoulders, slowly falling to the ground again. Wen Qianqian was annoyed and grabbed an itchy neck, and protected the fried rice with ((chest xiong) xiong) mouth with one hand, running fast.
After running for more than twenty minutes, she arrived at the village entrance.
A large stone stood at the entrance of the village, with three words carved on it: Huaihua Village.
She heard a ninety-year-old old man ((奶Nai)n　i)((奶Nai)n　i) in the village say that this village has a hundred years of history, and this stone is even more a
baby
in their village. After a hundred years of wind and rain, it is still intact, and even the words above have no flowers, which is a miracle. As the few children left in the village, the old people in the village have been told thousands of times that they can’t just graffiti on this stone, nor can they hit it naughtily, otherwise, she will suffer severely. punishment!
Wen Qianqian held the fried rice for a few seconds at the entrance of the village, glared at the stone, and kicked her leg on it. After kicking, she immediately fled with her tail smoky.
After doing something bad, my heart was obviously much better than just now.
The village is very backward. Every house and every house must be affixed with the word ‘dangerous house’ if it is left outside.
But in Wen Qianqian and every villager in the village, the ‘dangerous house’ is their home, at least they can shelter from the wind and the rain, and they don’t have to live on the street.
Wen Qianqianhuan happily pushed open the broken wooden door. When he entered the yard, he broke his throat and shouted: "(干干)妈!"
No one had entered the house yet, but the voice was heard first.
Wen Ke was lying on the fire-kang, underneath (body sh　n) covered with a worn quilt. When Wen Qianqian's voice was heard, she withdrew her eyes from the window and looked towards the door.
At this time, Wen Qianqian trot across the threshold and handed the fried rice with a smile: "(dry gan) Mom, I bought you a meal, and you will eat more. When I am full, I will take you out to bask in the sun, The weather is particularly good today, and the Huaihua outside is also very beautiful!" She said, she opened the fried rice and handed over ((sexual)xing) chopsticks again.
I haven't eaten for three days, and now I smell the smell of rice, not only I have no food (to yu), but I'm even sick.
Wen Ke glanced at the fried rice in Wen Qianqian's hand lightly, then moved her lips and asked, "Where is the money?" Her lips are very dry (gangan), and there are several mouths on her lips. She was hoarse and her voice was weak, but she (body sh　n) had a fierce air, especially her gaze, which was very eye-catching. In addition, there were three scars in her corner of the eye, which were very fierce.
Faced with such a pair of eyes, it should be that few people can lie without changing their face (let alone), let alone Wen Qianqian, a child who has not yet been born at the age of six.
Wen Qianqian looked at her with a deer-like panic look, curled her fingers, her eyes flickered, and she was silent.
Wen Ke lifted his eyelids: "Go steal?" The voice was cold.
Wen Qianqian looked at Wen Ke in amazement. Next second, he bowed his head with a crying cry and admitted the mistake: "I have no way to steal money, the grandfather in the village ((奶Nai)n　i)((奶Nai)n　i) We can’t take care of ourselves. I’m embarrassed to borrow from them... I’m young, and no one wants to hire me..."
She was shaking her hands with fried rice. Wen Qianqian raised his head, tears were like beads, and they fell out one by one. Soon, he wet his cheeks: "I know it is wrong (dry gan) Mom, I promise this is the last time, I will always Don’t steal it, don’t be angry, I promise I promise you.

Wen Ke looked at Wen Qianqian, about the same height as Huo Kang, his hands on his lower abdomen tightened, his throat became astringent, and he was speechless. He spoke after a while: "Have you been hit?" But only four Words, but it is very difficult to say.
Wen Qianqian was startled, shaking his head, and said, "I saw a well-dressed little boy with money in his hand. He (body sh　n) was not accompanied by an adult, and I ran fast and was not caught He was not beaten."
"How much did you steal?"
"……two hundred."
"How much is left?"
Wen Qianqian withdrew money from his trouser pocket (Mo) and handed it to Wen Ke: "There are still 187."
Wen Ke looked at the crumpled money in Wen Qianqian's hands and his eyes flashed.
187...
At that time, at the Wen family, this little money was not enough for her to eat a piece of cake.
Now think about it, the life of Jinyiyushi seems to be a matter of the last life.
If it weren't for pro (身sh　n) experience, she couldn't imagine that no one could be so poor as to be poor no matter what.
Ha ha.
It's ridiculous.
"(Dry gan)... Mom?" Wen Qianqian whispered in a whisper.
"Eat the meal, take the rest of the money and go to the Yamashita pharmacy to buy allergic ointment."
When Wen Qianqian was three months old, he was thrown under the overpass by his biological parents, and was just picked up by Wen Ke, who had nowhere to go.
She is considered to be raised by her, and naturally knows what is wrong with her (身sh　n).
For example: Wen Qianqian is allergic to flowers and catkins, but it is not serious, but it will be red and itchy, and sometimes it will become red (color) a little bit. It can't die, but it is enough.
When she was a child, she would cry and make trouble every time she had allergies. It seemed that when she was five years old, she wouldn't cry or make trouble.
Sometimes she is curious, where is the perseverance of a little doll just five years old?
"I'm not hungry." Wen Qianqian took a step forward, tiptoed, leaned forward to put the rice on Wen Ke's hand, and said, "I will see you next to the trash can when I go down in the morning When I arrived at a bag of unopened chocolate, I’m not hungry at all now, (Dry gan) Mom, you’re going to eat.
Wen Ke pursed his lips.
There used to be a saying that people die if they don’t eat for three days, and if they drink water halfway, they can live for seven days.
For the past three days, she didn't say anything, she didn't even drink water. She, when she first adopted this girl, she still thought that if she raised her, if she was older, she could ask her to help her to avenge Wen (娇ji　o) Rui. The facts show that her thoughts were too naive.
She and Wen (娇ji　o) Rui, already a cloud and mud difference.
"(Dry gan) mother, (dry gan) mother, why don't you eat it? Isn't it too hungry for too long to eat? It's also disgusting when I'm eating chocolate. You're waiting. I'll give you some water to drink. "
Wen Ke looked at the (Jiao ji　o) Xiao (身sh　n) shadow that Wen Qianqian left, pulled a sneer, moved his finger, picked up chopsticks and fried rice, and took a bite.
It's delicious, it's (hot r　) almost.
But her heart was cold.
Continue to let Wen Qianqian follow her only suffering.
Before she dies, let her find a good family and settle down.
At six and a half years old, it is normal to go to school.
...
Su Yiran ate two boxes of lunch at noon. Xu was too tired, and because he was too full, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep unconsciously.
The sleep was particularly sweet, and when I woke up, the sun had set.
The afterglow has not faded, and it has become red for half a day.
Su Yiran (身sh　n) was still wearing costumes, and he rubbed his eyes out of the tent.
The crew of the crew were working. His uncle and Aunt Xu Rui were talking about the script together, and they didn't know what to talk about. Aunt Xu Rui smiled very happy, and from time to time (jiaoji　o) shyly covered her face. His uncle is like a piece of wood, there is no expression.
Su Yiran yawned, turned (身sh　n), and looked around.
Can find a circle, but did not see his brother's (身sh　n) shadow.
Su Yiran frowned, his face stinking.
Isn't it right? He's all asleep, his brother hasn't finished eating under the mountain yet? !
His last life was the Shu Road, is his brother a rice bowl in his last life?