Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

"Brother, this is for you to eat."

Qing Huan came over softly. She was wearing a washed white skirt, and her small body was very thin, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind. But those black eyes were still round and bright, revealing innocent vigor and vitality.

A teenager with a bandage tied on his head and one eye wrapped in it was sitting in a remote corner of the orphanage. Other children around laughed or made noises, but he was the only black. The exposed eyes are dark and bottomless. Although they are still young, they can see that they are very delicate and beautiful. Together with the same beautiful Qinghua, the two look like golden boys and girls. .

Like Qinghuan, the clothes on the teenagers are also dilapidated. This orphanage is short of funds. In order to adopt more children, the dean who can’t get donations can only tighten his belt again. Without a meal, I was hungry.

The boy was picked up by the dean three days ago. When he came in, his face was covered with blood and he was unconscious. The dean didn't have enough money to send him to the hospital, so he had to use the existing first aid equipment to bandage him hastily. Unexpectedly, the boy's life was so hard that he woke up in the morning. Then he just sat here alone, without saying a word, and ignored anyone.

Spread out in front of her is a small white hand, but it is not delicate, because living in such a place, even Qinghuan, who is only five years old, needs to do a lot of things every day, and her small hand is very rough. But at this moment, a piece of milk candy that was covered by body temperature was lying on the palm of the little hand.

The teenager ignored her.

"Brother, this is for you to eat." She sent it forward again, with joy and innocence in her eyes.

Seeing him ignoring her, she worked hard to bend down and look at him, but carefully held the skirt to prevent it from getting dirty. The dean’s mother washes them very hard.

Looking at these clean eyes, tyranny suddenly appeared in the young man's heart. Such eyes, instead of making him pity, made him want to destroy-destroy everything in this world! He looked at the little girl coldly, but the little girl didn't understand the meaning in his eyes. Instead, she smiled and stretched out her little hand in front of him: "Brother, this is for you..."

"Who is your brother!" The young man stood up abruptly and pushed her hard. The thin and small baby girl fell down immediately, because he was too strong, she still rolled on the ground several times, and finally hit the wall before stopping.

Are you going to cry?

I'm definitely going to cry.

The weak are like this, weak and ridiculous.

She is already like this, what right does she have to sympathize with him?

The boy thought cruelly.

Let her know who can't provoke her, so she clings up so stupidly, does she think he will accept it?

Qing Huan curled up in pain, she slowly got up, her mouth flat, and her small brows frowned. Just when the teenager thought she was about to cry, she rubbed her eyes and patted the skirt, "It's going to be soiled...it's not good if it gets dirty..." She took a long time, but the skirt was still dirty.

At this time other children all gathered around, "Qinghuan! Are you okay? Why did you fall?"

"Does it hurt?"

"I'll tell the dean's mother!"

...

It's a popular little girl, but the smile on that little face makes people want to destroy it when she sees it. The young man thought about it negatively. When he looked at Qing Huan, she happened to look over.

The dean soon came over. Qing Huan was the most sensible and well-behaved child in the yard. She always loved her the most, and quickly took the child into her arms, "Is there any injury? Why did she fall?"

Are you going to file a complaint?

It's definitely going to be sued.

The weak are like this, they can't resist, they can only rely on people who are stronger than themselves.

What a waste.

"...I accidentally got my toe."

The little girl said so.

The boy raised his head, the little girl was in the dean's arms, she did not shed tears, she was still smiling, her smile seemed to be the driving force for the whole orphanage to live, so warm and full of vitality. Then she got down from the dean's arms and apologized: "Sorry dean's mother, the dress you just washed for me, I got dirty again."

Very upset, because she has short hands now, and washing herself is a waste of water.

The dean smiled kindly. In fact, she is only in her thirties now, but after so many years of hard work, she seems to be in her forties or fifty. The corners of her eyes were wrinkled early, and her skin began to age early. But she still lives great, even in obscurity.

Qing Huan walked towards the young man, but the young man got up and left one second before she approached. His injury is not healed, but he is like a dangerous beast, refusing any gentle approach in this world.

In the evening when everyone gathered together to drink porridge and eat steamed buns, the teenager did not show up. Qing Huan stared at the vacant chair in a daze. The orphanage was very small, and it would only have about twenty children when it was full. Because of the large number of people, few people would notice who was and who was not. For them, being able to eat and sleep in a sheltered place is already the happiest thing in the world.

Most of the children in this orphanage are abandoned babies, and a large part of these abandoned babies have congenital diseases. The money for medicines and treatment accounted for nine out of ten of the orphanage's expenses, so the children were extremely precocious and sensible, and began to help the dean at the age of Qinghuan. Usually they would go out collectively to pick up waste or plastic bottles, otherwise they would collect donations, sell some handmade works, and barely make a living.

Qing Huan is not beautiful and clean like a child here. She was also picked up by the dean, but she no longer remembers her past.

The moonlight was like water, Qinghuan cautiously walked out carrying her bowl of porridge and small poor steamed buns, and followed the moonlight to find the young man sitting on the edge of the corridor.

He was still indifferent, and under the dark night, his intact eyes looked extremely terrifying, like a wild beast.

"Brother..." She yelled tentatively, and put down both the bowl and steamed buns. "This, I'll eat it for you."

Since the young man woke up, he would not speak to anyone or pay attention to anyone. He would attack anyone who approached him. The dean had no choice but to leave him alone for the time being. Because he was rude to the dean, other children didn't like him very much, only Qing Huan always came by.

The boy looked down at the small bowl. There were only a handful of rice grains in it, and the steamed buns were ridiculously small, but the little girl stood softly in front of him. This time she learned how to behave and kept it safe for him. Distance, and then looked at him expectantly. "If you don't eat, you will be hungry."

Yes, you will be hungry if you do not eat, and then you will die.

But he didn't want to die.

The boy picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in a few mouthfuls, then bit the buns, Qing Huan was stunned by his gorging. Obviously he was very hungry, but when he finished eating, he immediately regained his sitting posture like a stone statue.

"Brother...I'll eat this for you, too."

It's that ridiculous melted milk candy again. But she could tell that it was something she cherished very much. Qinghuan gave him the candy with bright eyes: "This is what the dean's mother bought us one piece before, and I haven't been willing to eat it."

Not willing to eat, but gave him to eat.

The boy was not polite. He grabbed it and wanted to peel off the sugar paper, but the candy was melted and could not be separated from the sugar paper, so he tore it twice and swallowed it together. Qing Huan looked at him in astonishment: "That... that can't be eaten..."

She spoke softly, without any deterrence. The young man glanced at her coldly, got up and walked away, leaving only her back.

What a difficult kid.

Qing Huan narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but grimacing childishly at the young man, and then smiled big in time when he turned his head back if he felt it: "Brother, remember to come for breakfast tomorrow morning!"

The teenager ignored her.

Qing Huan also had a headache. This one was a big demon. He was cynical at a young age and wanted to destroy the world. Don't tell me, if she can't take him down, the worst black-and-white guy in twenty years will be able to destroy everything with a nuclear bomb. She's a big head when she thinks of this. It's so difficult to do when she's only eleven. What if she is a little older?

She rubbed her sore shoulder and helped the dean to do a day's handwork today. It was really exhausting.

She was sleepy, but she didn't even have to take a bath here, because water would be wasted, so all of them took a bath once a week. Therefore, you should always cherish your clothes, and don’t change them if they get soiled.

Early the next morning, the teenager did not come to eat. Qing Huan went to him again with a bowl of porridge. This time she searched all corners and no one was seen. When she was weird, she inadvertently raised her head—"Ah! Brother, you are here! I have been looking for you for a long time. La!"

I can see that my forehead is sweating.

The boy sat on the tree and looked at her coldly. He does nothing in the orphanage, does not produce, is rude and does not talk to people. No one will care about him except the dean and Qinghuan, let alone ask him to eat.

"Come down and eat." Qing Huan stared at the tree in distress. "I can't climb up."

The boy twitched his mouth, "You come up and I will eat."

He did it on purpose, because she would definitely not be able to climb up. Even if she did, how could the porridge bowl come up?

Qinghuan came to climb without even thinking about it. She uses both hands and feet, but she can't climb a tree at all. After half an hour, she finally mastered some essentials, and finally climbed to the same height as the teenager. Before she could laugh, the teenager reminded her faintly: "Where is breakfast?"

"what……"

She forgot, breakfast is still under the tree.

But if you want to go down... Qing Huan glanced down and suddenly became frightened. She looked at the boy pitifully: "Brother, I... I can't go down..."