Chapter 151

"Then you just scared Xiaoye, you go to see other people's children, squat in front of small ash to talk, strange poor." Monin pointed to the pitiful squatting in the yard.

This girl, hard spoken and soft hearted, clearly cares about herself and frightens the little fool.

Ling Sheng hissed: "don't tell him first, then give him a surprise."

Monin: I see

Now don't say, let that little fool sad for two days, think is very unkind, poor, but also very fun.

It's almost the end of the show. It's coming home tomorrow.

Cheng is very depressed these days. He gets up before dawn every day to cut donkey grass for xiaoash, and specially cuts grass it likes to eat.

In the evening, the walking time is getting longer and longer. If you have time, you will squat in front of the ash and talk to it.

Small ash seems to have been infected, even its favorite corn kernels, eat not fragrant.

A group of people in the program group collude with Ling Sheng. My brother is really poor, but I just don't want to tell him. Ha ha ha.

As soon as Mo Ning's front foot came out of the red team's yard, he saw that Ling Sheng didn't know what good things he had taken. He ran to the neighbor's house and went to the blue team's house: "what good things have you made?"

It's been raining all day. It's just a little bit small now. I don't think I'll go out looking for wild goods!

"Xiaofeng gave him a few of them, saying they were sweet sticks. Sheng Sheng said that the neighbors had never eaten them. They gave them to him for a taste." Seasonal feather points to the remaining two sweet sticks.

"Isn't this sorghum?" Monin looked at it carefully.

"Also called sweet sorghum." Ji fanchen is taking a knife to chop sweet sticks, cut into a section of convenient to eat, handed him a: "taste."

Moning took it and looked at the door again. In the afternoon, he saw that the next door neighbor was driving away. He didn't go home!

Ling Sheng excitedly went to the neighbor's house, did not enter the door, began to call three Ye.

Who knows the door is open, but the inside door is locked, no one.

The smile on the small face, momentarily congealed, in the heart also cannot say emptiness, looked down at the locked door, the eyeground looks lost.

Is the third master gone?

After all, their program will be finished tomorrow, and it's time to go.

But when he left, why didn't he say hello to himself?

Or does she think highly of herself? Why should she say hello to her if she wants to leave or come?

The more I think about it, the less I feel. Even she doesn't know where the inexplicable pain comes from.

Sullen squatting under the eaves, looking at the sweet sticks in the basin and two just out of the oven hot baked sweet potato, he began to eat.

If you leave, you go.

There's nothing remarkable about it.

The rain, which had been about to stop, began to rain more and more.

Jun Shiyan got out of the car. Anyan was holding an umbrella behind her. As soon as the wheelchair arrived at the door, she saw the girl squatting at the door eating.

She squatted down, a small group, under the rain screen appears weak, pitiful and helpless, like a small animal abandoned by people, alone.

Is she waiting for him?

It's raining so hard. What's squatting at the door?

Jun Shiyan felt a sudden pain in the apex of his heart. It was difficult to breathe for a while. The cold instant of the bottom of his eyes cracked and turned into silent heartache.

Anyan saw the squatting door, was wet by the rain, just about to call her, was stopped by Jun Shiyan, asked him for an umbrella, rolled the wheelchair toward her.

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