Chapter 1321 Twin brothers who depend on each other (3)

   An Ze held Xiao An Rui's cold hand and stuffed it into his pocket together, trying to warm his hand.

   They walked all the way to a small stall. The stall was a middle-aged couple. There were all kinds of porridge, steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings...

Xiao Anrui's eyes fell on it, his round eyes were wide open, he couldn't help swallowing, he touched his belly, he was very hungry, but he didn't make a big noise because of hunger, he was still quiet Stand still beside your brother.

   "Children, what do you want to eat?" The middle-aged woman greeted with a smile.

  The middle-aged couple is very fond of children, even if the two children in front of them look like beggars, they do not dislike it.

  An Ze's eyes fell on the hot and steaming porridge in the large pots, his eyes could hardly move, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously licked his dry lips.

  Anze wanted to buy porridge for himself and his younger brother. In such cold weather, when he was freezing cold, it was the most suitable for drinking porridge, but...

   He took the schoolbag behind him to the front and unzipped it.

There were a few things scattered in the schoolbag. He took out a small black plastic bag from the bottom of the schoolbag, opened the plastic bag, and there were several crumpled banknotes and coins. The smallest banknote was five cents. , the largest is only five.

   It's full of calculations, and it's only ten yuan in it.

   A bowl of meat porridge costs two and a half yuan, a bowl of white porridge costs two yuan and a half, a steamed bun costs two yuan, and a steamed bun.

  An Ze thought about it, took out four dollars, and said with a tender voice: "Auntie, I want a bowl of preserved egg lean meat porridge, and a bowl of white porridge."

   "Okay." The middle-aged woman also saw the difficulties of the two children. When making porridge, she tried to make as much porridge as possible, and the amount was also larger.

  She packed it skillfully, thought about it, and put two more steamed buns in it.

   "These two steamed buns are for you." She smiled.

  An Ze was startled and shook his head quickly: "No, Auntie, I can't have it."

   "It's okay, take it and eat it. If you don't accept it, Auntie will be angry." The middle-aged woman deliberately bluffed her face.

   Six-year-old An Ze didn't know that his aunt wasn't really angry, she just wanted him to accept the steamed buns.

  From the beginning of being sensible, An Ze could feel almost no kindness. Now, his eyes are slightly sour.

   His little hand still took the porridge together with the steamed buns, sniffed and said, "Auntie, thank you."

   An Ze led Xiao An Rui away.

   "Brother, don't cry." Xiao Anrui saw her brother's red eyes, the corners of his eyes were wet and a little overwhelmed, he stretched out his little hand to help his brother wipe away the tears, and pursed his little lips tightly.

   An Ze and Xiao An Rui had a smile on their identical faces: "Rui Rui, brother is happy."

  Xiao Anrui tilted his little head, with ignorance in his clean eyes: "Why do you cry when you are happy?" In Xiao Anrui's cognition, only when you are unhappy will you cry.

  An Ze touched his brother's head: "Because we met good people."

   An Ze held a bag with porridge and steamed buns in one hand, and An Rui in the other.

   The two stopped until they reached the stone bench in the small park.

   An Ze took out the porridge, gave the meat porridge to Xiao An Rui, and made white porridge himself.

  Xiao Anrui's mind is only three or four years old. In addition, he has been locked up all the time before, and he has not been in contact with many things. At this time, he can't think about the difference between meat porridge and white porridge.

   "Rui Rui, eat." An Ze handed him the plastic spoon.

   (end of this chapter)