Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

"Brother, I'll give you this."

Qinghuan rubbed softly over. She was wearing a washed white skirt, and her little body was also very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow away. But her black eyes were still round and bright, revealing innocent vitality and vitality.

The boy with a bandage tied on his head and one eye was wrapped in a remote corner of the orphanage. The other children around him were laughing or making noise, but he was the only black one. The eyes exposed outside were so dark that they were bottomless. Although they were still young, they could be seen to be very delicate and beautiful. With Qinghuan, who was equally beautiful, the two looked as adorable as golden boys and jade girls.

Like Qinghuan, the boy's clothes were also worn out. The orphanage was short of funds. In order to adopt more children, the dean who could not give up the donation could only tighten his belt. The young and old had no meals after eating, and they were hungry every time.

The boy was picked up by the dean three days ago. When he came in, he was covered in blood and was unconscious. The dean did not have enough money to send him to the hospital, so he had to use the existing emergency equipment to bandage him. Unexpectedly, the boy was very hard and woke up in the morning. Then he sat alone here, without saying a word, and no one paid attention to him.

The one that spread in front of her was a fair little hand, but it was not delicate, because even Qinghuan, who was only five years old, had to do a lot of things every day. Her little hand was very rough. But at this time, a piece of milk candy that was covered with body temperature was lying on the palm of her little hand.

The boy ignored her.

"Brother, I'll give you this." She went forward and delivered it, with joy and innocence in her eyes.

Seeing that he ignored her, she worked hard to bend down and look at him, but carefully carried the skirt to prevent it from getting dirty. It was very hard for the dean's mother to wash their clothes for them.

Looking at these clean eyes, the boy suddenly felt violent in his heart. Such eyes not only did not make him pity, but instead made him want to destroy everything in this world! He looked at the little girl coldly, but the little girl didn't understand the meaning of his eyes at all. Instead, he smiled and stretched his little hand in front of him: "Brother, this is for you..."

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

Are you going to cry?

It's definitely about to cry.

The weak are all like this, weak and ridiculous.

She has already done this, what qualifications do she have to sympathize with him?

The boy thought cruelly.

Let her know who can't provoke her, and if she comes up with her silly and sweetly, do you think he will accept it?

Qinghuan curled up in pain. She slowly got up, her mouth flattened and her small brows frowned. Just when the boy thought she was about to cry, she rubbed her eyes and patted her skirt, "It's going to get dirty... It's not good to get dirty..." She patted her for a long time, but the skirt was still dirty.

At this time, the other children surrounded him, "Qinghuan! Are you okay? Why did you fall?"

"Does it hurt?"

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

...

It was such a popular little girl, but the smile on her little face really made people want to destroy it when she saw it. The boy thought sinisterly, and when he looked at Qinghuan, she happened to see it too.

The dean came over quickly. Qinghuan was the most sensible and well-behaved child in the yard. She always loved her the most and hurriedly carried the child into her arms, "Are you injured? Why did you fall?"

Are you going to sue?

It's definitely going to sue.

The weak are like this. If you can’t resist, you can only rely on someone who is stronger than you.

What a waste.

“…I accidentally sprained my ankle.”

But the little girl said so.

The boy raised his head, and the little girl was in the dean's arms, without crying, and she was still smiling. Her smile seemed to be the motivation for the entire orphanage to survive, so warm and energetic. Then she came down from the dean's arms and apologized: "I'm sorry, Dean's mother, the skirt you just washed me, I got dirty again."

She was very upset because she was small now and had short hands, so it was a waste of water if she washed herself.

The dean smiled kindly. In fact, she is only in her thirties now, but the hard work over the years makes her look in her forty or fifty years. Wrinkles were hung on the corners of her eyes early, and her skin began to age early. But she still lives great, even if she is unknown.

Qing Huan walked towards the boy, but the boy got up and left the second before she approached. His injuries had not healed yet, but he was like a dangerous beast, refusing to get any gentle approach in this world.

When everyone gathered together to drink porridge and eat steamed buns in the evening, the boy did not appear. Qinghuan stared at the empty chair and was in a daze. The orphanage was very small, and there were only about twenty children. Because there were too many people, few people would notice who was there and who was not there. For them, being able to eat enough and having a place to shelter from the wind and rain was the happiest thing in the world.

Most of the children in this orphanage are abandoned babies, and a large part of them have congenital diseases. The money for buying medicine and treatment accounts for the most expensive expenses of the orphanage, so the children are particularly precocious and sensible. Those of Qinghuan, who are old, start to help the dean work. Usually, they will go out to pick up waste or plastic bottles together, or they will raise funds and sell some handicrafts, so they can barely live.

Qinghuan is so beautiful and clean that she doesn’t look like the child here. She also picked it up by the dean, but she no longer remembers her past.

The moonlight was like water, Qinghuan walked out carefully with her bowl of porridge and her little poor steamed buns, and found the boy sitting on the edge of the corridor along the moonlight.

He was still indifferent. Under the darkness, his intact eye seemed particularly terrifying, like a beast.

"Brother..." She called out tentatively, putting down the bowl and steamed buns. "This is for you to eat."

Since the boy woke up, he did not talk to anyone and ignored anyone. He would attack anyone who wanted to get close to him. After the dean tried it, he had no choice but to let him stay alone for the time being. Because he was rude to the dean, the other children didn't like him very much, so only Qinghuan always leaned over.

The boy looked down at the small bowl. There were only a few rice grains inside, and the steamed buns were ridiculous, but the little girl stood softly in front of him. This time she learned her lesson, kept a distance that made him feel safe, and then looked at him expectantly. "If you don't eat, you will be hungry."

Yes, if you don’t eat, you will be hungry and then you will die.

But he doesn't want to die.

The boy picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in a few sips, and then bit the steamed buns in big mouthfuls. Qinghuan was shocked by his voracious eating. He was obviously very hungry, but after he finished eating, he immediately replied to his sitting position like a stone statue.

"Brother... I'll give you this too."

It was the ridiculously melted milk candy again. But it could be seen that it was something she cherished very much. Qinghuan gave him the candy with bright eyes: "This was what the dean's mother bought for us one by one before, and I have never been willing to eat it."

I didn't want to eat it, but I gave it to him.

The boy was not polite and grabbed it and wanted to peel off the candy paper, but the candy piece had melted and could not be separated from the candy paper at all. So he tore it a little and swallowed it with the candy paper. Qing Huan looked at him in surprise: "That...can't be eaten..."

Her speech was soft and there was no deterrence at all. The boy glanced at her coldly, got up and left, leaving only her back.

What a difficult kid.

Qinghuan narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but make a childish face to the boy. Then, when he turned around, he smiled in time: "Brother, remember to come for breakfast tomorrow morning!"

The boy ignored her.

Qinghuan was also very troubled. The one in front of her was a big devil. She was cynical at such a young age and wanted to destroy the world. You really don’t want to say that if she couldn’t take him down, then she would become the worst black and white guy in twenty years and would really be able to destroy everything with a nuclear bomb. Thinking of this, she was so angry that she was only eleven years old, so it was so difficult to deal with. What if she was a little older?

She rubbed her sore shoulders and helped the dean do the handicraft for a day today. She was really tired.

She was sleepy, but she didn't even have to take a bath here because it would waste water, so they all took a bath once a week. Therefore, they usually had to cherish their clothes, and they didn't have to change if they were dirty.

The next morning, the boy did not come to have dinner. Qinghuan went to find him again with a bowl of porridge. This time, he searched everywhere and no one was seen. Just when she was surprised, she accidentally looked up - "Ah! Brother, you are here! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

It can be seen that my forehead is sweating.

The boy sat on the tree and looked at her coldly. He did nothing in the orphanage, did not give birth, was rude and did not talk to anyone. Except for the dean and Qinghuan, no one would pay attention to him, and no one would ask him to have a meal.

"Get down and have dinner quickly." Qinghuan stared at the big tree in distress. "I can't climb up."

The boy curled the corner of his mouth, "Come on, I'll eat it."

He did it on purpose because she definitely couldn't climb up. Even if she climbed up, how could she bring the porridge bowl?

Qinghuan came to climb without thinking. She used her hands and feet, but she couldn't climb trees at all. Half an hour later, she finally mastered some key points. She finally climbed to the same height as the boy. Before she could laugh, the boy reminded her faintly: "Where is breakfast?"

"ah……"

She forgot that breakfast was still under the tree.
Chapter completed!