Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (2)

Such a beautiful, clean and cute little girl, whoever sees it can't help but like it, right? She is not willful and does not cause trouble, caring, sensible and well-behaved. Who can turn a blind eye to such a pitiful little face?

Juvenile can.

After hearing Qing Huan's words, the corner of his mouth twitched again, and then he immediately jumped off the tree, at least two meters above the ground, without blinking his eyes.

Qing Huan exclaimed: "Brother——"

Why, want to ask him to take her down?

"You, are you okay? So high..."

The young boy's intact eye is unfathomable. He raised his head and glanced at Qinghuan who was holding on to the tree trunk, and said in an impersonal manner: "Since you can't get down, just stay on it."

Saying that he ate all her food, and then disappeared into Qing Huan's sight.

He just hates this soft and weak little devil. He obviously looks like he will fall down with just one poke, but he always keeps his eyes wide open. No matter how he refused or ignored or bullied her, she didn't cry.

Let him not have the pleasure of destroying.

Qing Huan hugged the tree trunk and sighed. As expected, he was a big devil, it was so difficult to do when he was a child. She should be glad that she met him when he was a child, otherwise it would be more troublesome. If there is no one to guide and help him, this child will only fall into darkness completely. But maybe he is born evil, the desire to destroy in his bones is the reason why he does not allow anyone to get close. He couldn't trust others, and he couldn't make others believe in himself. He didn't care about anything except his own life.

Only eleven years old, he was already so cruel and ruthless. What will it be like if you grow up a little bit more?

However, she is now only a five-year-old baby girl, and she has already used all her strength to climb the tree. It's rare to see a cute and sensible little girl like her, but a teenager can show her a good show, which shows that he doesn't even have any softness in his heart. She had seen him kick the cat in the yard with no expression before, just because the cat was blocking his way.

Maybe it was because of being seen by her that he was so bad when facing her. Because he turned a blind eye to other people in the orphanage. Maybe Qing Huan saw his unknown dark side, so even if she was small and didn't understand anything, he wanted to destroy her.

It's ridiculous. Faced with a person like him, clean and gentle angels are things that shouldn't exist at all.

Qinghuan lay on the tree for a long time without seeing anyone, and finally she fell asleep in a daze. Anyway, she didn't plan to go down. To put it bluntly, she was going to gamble on whether it would be useful. Although teenagers always appear to hate her, isn't this extreme hatred of her also a desire in another sense?

The reason why Qing Huan dared to think like this was because she knew everything that happened to this person. There was still a soft place in the heart of the young man, even though it was soft and pitiful.

She guessed right.

After the teenager ate her breakfast, he still stayed alone like other times. After he woke up, no one was allowed to touch his wounds. The children in the orphanage all assumed that he was the worst child, and no one would ever approach him.

So everyone was surprised when they saw the boy show up at dinner. The young man walked in like no one else, just found an empty place to sit down. There was a bowl of gruel, a steamed bun and a bit of pickles in that empty place, and he ate them three times. At this time, a child called out, "That's a happy dinner! You can't eat it!"

The boy glanced at him, the cold, beast-like eyes startled the child, then he ignored the others and turned and left.

There seemed to be an inherent cruelty in him, even the dean was shocked.

The boy came out of the dining hall, walked all the way to the big tree in the yard, and looked up. The little girl with red eyes holding a tree trunk stared at him silly, and then inhaled the nasal mucus that was about to fall. The young man’s exposed eyes had no emotion. He asked, "Why don't you call someone to rescue you? "

As long as she yelled and pushed the blame on him, she would be so painful that no one could blame her.

Qing Huan hugged the tree trunk, still very wronged: "I don't want to call..."

For some reason, the teenager felt that she knew why she didn't want to call.

Really stupid. Then he walked over and stretched out his arms: "Jump down."

Qinghuan looked at him eagerly, and let go of his hand without hesitation, without any doubt or fear at all.

The youth's eyes were complicated, and after catching her, he threw her away almost immediately, turned and left.

"brother……"

The faint cry behind him stopped his footsteps, just for a moment.

From this day on, the children in the orphanage have become accustomed to such a scene-the most lovable little girl in the yard follows the stinky and rude boy every day, and the older brother keeps screaming short. She didn't care if the young man ignored her, she still liked to pester him. I really don’t understand, how can such a cute little girl like Qinghuan like such a bad boy?

However, due to Qinghuan's persistence, they also had to do things with the teenager. Every day we eat together, take a bath and sleep together, and then do handicrafts together. Every day is very busy. Except for one more grumpy teenager, the life in the orphanage has not changed at all, just like stagnant water.

Although Qing Huan pestered the teenager every day, she knew that she needed an opportunity to soften her distance. This kind of thing can't be in a hurry. At present, all she can do is to brush her daily goodwill, and the rest can only be handed over to God.

On this day, they were pushing the cart, two or two teams to sell bracelets. The bracelets are handmade by themselves. Wearing beads is a very simple matter. The dean’s mother said that they must be reaped for nothing, so they are not allowed to go to the streets to beg and ask them to learn to live on their own. These bracelets are cheap and beautiful, and they are sold by children, so you can really make a little money after removing the capital. But they need to wear the bracelets sold in one day for seven or eight days. If all the bracelets are sold out, they will get a piece of meat for each person's dinner.

In order to be able to eat meat, the children are very hard.

Of course, Qinghuan is in the group of teenagers. They are pushing a small cart, and Qinghuan is carrying a small white washed bag on her body. This is donated to their orphanage by people from the community. Each group has one, and it contains a small amount of money inside. Poor change.

She is short, but very careful. While pushing the car, I didn't forget to talk to the teenager next to me: "Brother, can you keep this for you?"

Stopped, took off the small bag, and stood on tiptoes to hang it around the boy's neck. The boy looked at her blankly, the small bag was ridiculous, and the largest denomination in it was only five yuan, and most of them were fifty cents of coins, all of which she bought in exchange for the bottle.

"Is my brother tired?" Qing Huan asked him, "then brother, rest here, I will go around the street and come back."

It seems that no matter how bitter life is, she can laugh so happily.

The boy lowered his eyes, did not speak, but followed behind her.

They walked around the whole street, and they were queuing outside a movie theater. Because Qinghuan had a cute and sweet mouth, and the bracelet was really good-looking and cheap, they sold a lot of them in a while.

Qing Huan was very happy: "Sell a lot today, the dean's mother will definitely be very happy!"

She wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose and smiled happily at the boy. Don't open your eyes, the young man walked to a corner with few people to sit down. Qing Huan thought he was tired, hesitated for a while holding the small bag, pushed the car to his side, turned and ran.

The boy looked indifferently at the direction she was running, and sneered-it was a child who couldn't resist the temptation of sweets and ice cream at all.

He closed his eyes and stopped looking at her, until the cold touch touched his cheek. Opening his eyes is a sweet smile: "Brother, this is for you."

It's a glass of ice juice, which is not cheap.

The boy did not refuse, and took it over to drink. He noticed the longing look in the little girl's eyes and stopped: "Want to drink?"

"Yeah~" She refused, "I brought water."

Yes, she also has a heavy mineral water bottle on her neck. The one picked up outside was blanched with hot water, and the inside was cold white. Each group of children carried a bottle. They make very little money, and everyone will not spend it randomly.

The teenager suddenly felt that the heavy drink in his hand could not be moved with one hand.

Qinghuan unscrewed the bottle cap. Because people have small hands, they held them in two small hands. After drinking a few sips, they laughed again: "It's so cool!"

Where is it cool? Such ghost weather can dry people out.

The two children were sitting on the corner of a street off the beaten track, Qinghuan raised his head and looked to the sky: "Look, brother, the sky is blue."

The young man only saw the endless oppression and distance.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, "Little sister, how do you sell this bracelet?"

Qinghuan stood up immediately and screwed the water bottle: "Hello, uncle, fifty cents a piece."

"That's it." The visitor is a middle-aged man who looks very loving. "Uncle wants to buy everything, okay?"

"Really?" Qing Huan opened his eyes wide, "Uncle wants to buy them all?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man touched her head, pinched her cute ears, Qinghuan trembled, "Uncle?"

"That's right." The middle-aged man smiled softer, which narrowed the originally small eyes on his fat face into a line, making it harder to see. "Uncle's house has a lot of beautiful clothes and delicious food, do you want it?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "The dean's mother said that you can't just take other people's things--"

"You can take them back and give them to others."

Give it to someone?

Qinghuan's eyes lit up: "Okay? Can I give it to my friends?"

"Of course." The man smiled deeper.

From beginning to end, the young man said nothing.