Watching Xia Zhihuai walk away, Wanwan stood there, as if her soul was out of her body.

Diandian looked at the basket behind her and said in confusion: "Didn't you say anyone has ginseng? Wanwan, where is your ginseng?"

Wanwan scratched the back of her head: "What ginseng?"

"You are not with..."

He He interrupted Diandian's words: "Wanwan is talking about thinking about life."

Diandian looked down at her knees and sighed, "It's a waste of time."

Yan Shu stood by the roadside, looking at the three of them, and was a little confused about their brain circuit.

"Let's go, let's go find vegetables quickly." Zheng He suggested.

Wanwan scratched her ears, rushed onto the road, clenched her fists and said, "Run the duck!"

Wanwan took the lead in rushing in front, Zheng He and Yan Shu looked at the figure running away and sighed together.

My little friend is really... so hard to take.

...

There are small vegetable gardens in front and back yards of every household in Yunguo Village. It is not particularly convenient to get to Yunguo Village from the town, so people here can basically satisfy their self-sufficiency in terms of food, except for buying some daily necessities occasionally.

Wanwan ran in the front and saw a vegetable garden with vegetables. She walked to the other party's doorstep and first looked up to see if she could see people. Before she could shout, the little local dog tied to the yard barked.

Wanwan: "..."

Dian Dian was so scared that she hid back and pulled the hat behind Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, let's go somewhere else, there are dogs here."

Wanwan stood in front of the gate of the yard, pointed to the little local dog screaming inside, and said calmly: "It can't get out."

The dog was tied up and the door was still closed and could not rush out.

Diandian was still scared. Seeing Wanwan standing there, she had no choice but to run back to find Zheng He.

Wanwan looked through the gap and looked at the yellow dog in the yard, looked at its brown eyes for two seconds, then raised her index finger and leaned against her lips.

The dog in the yard slowly calmed down, but did not return to his nest, but barked twice in the room.

After waiting for a few seconds, sound came from inside the house.

Wanwan stood at the door, looking at the old man who was pushing out of the wheelchair and opened her eyes slightly widened.

"Who?"

The old man sitting in a wheelchair had gray hair, but he had a neat bun and tied it behind his head, and looked out of the yard.

Wanwan raised her hand and pushed open the yard gate, stood at the door and shook her hand: "Hello, Grandma, I'm Wanwan."

The half-closed door was pushed open and the old man could see Wanwan clearly.

"Little baby, come in."

Wanwan turned around and looked for Diandian and the others, but found that the three of them didn't know where they had gone and didn't see them on the way.

She walked into the yard and watched the old man pushing his wheelchair and parked in the yard, waving to her.

"Grandma, I came here to record the show with my brother. I want to help you do something and change some vegetables. Is it OK?"

The old man leaned on the wheelchair and smiled: "What can you do if you are so small?"

Wanwan immediately replied: "I may have done it. Grandma, believe me, I can do a lot of things."

"You can dig the vegetables in the vegetable garden by yourself." The old man touched Wanwan's little head and patted his legs, "You can see it too. The old woman's legs can't move, and she can't help you."

"You can dig, just dig it away by yourself."

Wanwan looked down at her knees and tugged at the strap of the backpack with her fingers in a tangled manner.

"My brother taught me that I can't take other people's things casually."

The old man looked down at Wanwan for a moment: "Then come with me. I just sprinkled the beans, please help me pick them up."

Wanwan walked slowly along with a bamboo basket on her back and waited to enter the main hall, and found that the basket on the ground was tilted and soybeans were sprinkled all over the floor.

Wanwan straightened the basket, squatted on the ground and picked up the soybeans, and put them into the bamboo basket.

The old man sat aside and watched, raised his hand and touched his eyelids without saying a word.

The room was actually a little empty and felt very cold.

Wanwan was actually a little stunned when she saw the old man in the wheelchair.

Judging from her appearance, she has a son and a daughter, but she has all passed away.

Even my wife left.

How can such a person live in a wheelchair?

"Grandma, do you live alone?" Wanwan asked while picking up beans.

The old man shook his head: "No, I live with my nephew. He took the child to the city today."

Wanwan didn't ask her about the child, and spent half an hour seriously picking up all the beans on the ground.

Wanwan put the basket in the corner, watched the old man sitting at the door in a daze, turned his head and looked at the sunshine in the room.

The photography teacher who followed the photo turned the camera to the place where Wanwan looked at, it was empty.

It was a little unclear for a while.

Wanwan looked at the camera, stared at her black and round eyes for two seconds, and sighed softly.

You cannot engage in feudal superstition.

Especially when I was photographed by the uncle carrying the camera.

But such an old lady is a bit distressing.

"Grandma." Wanwan stood at the door with a bamboo basket on her back and said with a smile, "Do you miss the eldest brother?"

After the old man came back to his senses, he looked at her in surprise: "Why are you..."

Wanwan held her hand and gave her a little bit of spiritual energy, which could nourish her body, but there was no help for too much.

"Big brother is a very powerful person, he is a hero, and he will live a happy life in the future."

The old man sat in the same place when he heard this, raised his hand and touched Wanwan's head, and tears instantly fell on the clothes and the back of his hands.

"child……"

"He is..."

Wanwan smiled and said, "Big brother has been watching you all the time. Grandma, don't cry often, hurt your eyes."

The old man nodded.

She has heard that some children are young and clean and can see things that adults cannot see.

Wanwan took back her hand, took out the handkerchief that Xia Zhihuai had stuffed into her pocket and handed it to the old man.

"I want to pick vegetables, okay?"

"Go."

The old man's voice was even more swallowed, but he replied with a smile.

Wanwan stuffed her handkerchief into her hand and turned around and ran towards the vegetable garden.

The photographer followed Wanwan, confused and asked in a low voice: "Wanwan, how do you know who that old lady wants?"

Wanwan stood by the vegetable garden, took off her back basket, and said slowly: "Brother and Uncle Huang have told you that I can't tell you."

"Anyway...that grandma's son is a big hero."

Wearing a navy blue uniform, a white hat, a golden badge and an epaulette.

What she saw on TV, Uncle Huang said was the uniform of the firefighter.

Moreover, there is a layer of merit golden light on his thin soul body, which must have saved many people, so he has such powerful merit power.

It is precisely because of the protection of merit that he stayed by the old lady's side so that he did not hurt her.

...

The netizens who were squatting in Wanwan's live broadcast room were all shocked by Wanwan's swearing.

"Damn it, I just feel like something is wrong with Wanwan entering this yard. She is not as lively as before..."

"Thinking carefully, Wanwan has been looking at a corner of the room, but the camera just scanned and there was nothing."

"Is the script? The dog screenwriter came out and was scolded."

"I heard that children have pure hearts and some children with light horoscopes can see some things that normal people cannot see. This is what my elders in my family said."

"For some reason, the figure of the grandma sitting at the door was inexplicably trying to make people cry."

"Wanwan is so warm, mom's caring little cotton jacket~"

"Angelic cubs, so young, it can be so comforting. Why is my naughty child born like a debt collector?"

"Squat a result."

“Squat a result, 1.”

"Script script script script! Reported it, and it actually promotes feudal superstition!"

"Xia Zhihuai is just a garbage, she is soaked in the center of the earth. She still brings out a bad money with her child who is not sure if she is an illegitimate daughter... Get out of the entertainment industry quickly!"

"You're sick upstairs. Wanwan's identity has long been refuted."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Report it!"

"It's another day in the same live room with the suffocating mental retardant!"

"I hate Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan so much, why do you come to this live broadcast room?"

"I'm brainless and black, let me crawl!"

"Wanwan is the most cute, who can tell me? I wish him to cut off the Internet in the next second~"
Chapter completed!