Chapter 75: real world

In particular, he looked at you when he was wet and bright, and he was picking up the boy's ink. He sang a sip, and he was heavily on his tender face.
The little one is inked, and the small ears are reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hey, the little guy is shy.
Bei Yu's face could not help but smile.
After the kid ink was cleaned, Bei Yuyu began to take care of himself. Speaking of it, she and the kid's ink are almost the same degree.
The northern rain simmered enough to wash two buckets of water before washing away the strange taste.
The two men sorted out and the sun went down. It wasn't until the two people's stomachs rang, and the northern rains remembered that they should have dinner.
The discovery of the tragedy of the Northern Rain has no rice in the rice tank, and even the glutinous rice is gone.
Before she left, the only one who lost the white face was also eaten.
"Ink, the two days of the coma, what do you eat?" North Rain could not help but ask.
Xiaozi ink took a tender and tender vegetable from a small pot, like the wild vegetables of the young leaves. "Eat this."
"Is that a little bit?" This weight is not enough for the two.
"I will pick it up again."
"go together."
In the two days, I arrived at the foot of the mountain, and there were many wild vegetables on the edge of the field. The two picked a lot and waited until the sun fell, before they returned home.
Looking at the pot in the north rain, I don’t know how to start it.
Xiaozi ink saw the embarrassment of the north rain, cleverly stepped forward, picked up his sleeves, began to wash vegetables, cut vegetables, and after the water boiled, throw the wild vegetables into it.
The northern rains are very serious and the process is simple. She secretly wrote down and prepared to do it herself tomorrow.
After the water was opened, the kid inked a large bowl for the northern rain.
When he saw him, he didn't give himself a good hand. He gave him a big bowl and handed the bowl to him. The kid looked at her strangely, then carefully placed the bowl.
The northern rain sip a bite, and a bitter taste instantly spreads between the taste buds. The northern rain frowned and wrinkled, and swallowed the bitter soup in the mouth.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw that Xiaozi ink drank the soup and ate it with gusto.
There is no salt, no oil, no seasonings, only the bitter taste of wild vegetables, but he eats sweet.
Bei Yuyu looked at his thin body, and her heart was slightly touched.
Without conditions, there is no disappointment.
The northern rain simmered in the bitter soup, and the taste buds adapted to the bitterness a little. After a bowl of soup, I saw the little boy ink and quickly picked up the dishes.
His movements are skillful, and at first glance he is used to these things.
"I am coming." Bei Yuyu took the dishes from his hands.
The little boy stood by and looked at her.
Niang pro will actually take the initiative to wash the dishes.
In the evening, the northern rain shovel paved the quilt that had been sun-dried, and saw the quilt of the boy holding a group of broken quilts.
"where are you going?"
"Chaifang." The little boy inked the bright eyes of the pair of black and said.
It was only after the rain in the north that the original master peach was thrown into the wood house to sleep alone when he was two years old. The firewood room is ventilated at both ends. As soon as winter arrives, the cold wind blows.
Sometimes it is rainy night, the roof is leaking, and the roots in the wood house are places where people can't live. This is the place. Since Xiaozi ink was two years old, he all slept there.
The north rain opened the corner of the quilt, patted the bed, "Come and sleep."
The kid looked at her with horror.