Chapter 135 Will I become a very happy person when I grow up?
"It's okay, I will keep it a secret for you and won't tell Aunt Lu."
After returning the camera to him, Luo Yan thought of the shrimp he brought back and asked Qi Si, "Is that black turtle still in your pond?"
"Give it to Tang Yu."
"Really, when?"
The little girl's voice was filled with joy, Qi Si looked at her, "You don't like that turtle?"
"Well, it's too fierce."
Luo Yan stood up happily, "Then I'll put some of my fish into the pond to raise them."
The little girl with pigtails looked cheerful behind her, and the little yellow dog ran into the house behind her, and soon she went to the back garden with the fish in her hand.
Several large acacia trees were in bloom at the foot of the back mountain, and the fragrance was fragrant. Aunt Lu brought Luo Yan back with a basket to pick locust flowers and made a basket of fragrant locust flower rice.
When he made too much, he asked Luo Yan to send some to Lu An and Qing Bai's family.
She had been to Lu An's house several times, and she knew where Qing Bai's house was, but she had never been there.
She called twice outside the door, but no one answered, but the door was open, so she went in directly.
Sitting in the yard was an old man with gray hair and an old-fashioned bun. He must be Qingbai's grandmother.
"Hello grandma."
The old man ignored her, probably because of his poor hearing. Luo Yan stepped forward and shouted again, "Hello, grandma, I am Qingbai's friend. This is a sophora flower rice for you. Isn't Qingbai at home?"
Seeing the white and waxy Sophora japonica rice in her hand, the old man looked at her with cloudy eyes and tilted his head in a certain direction.
Only then did Luo Yan realize that there was smoke coming out of the wing, and it seemed that someone was lighting a fire.
When I walked in, I saw that the firewood was burning brightly in the stove, and Qingbai was chopping vegetables on the table nearby.
"Qingbai."
Hearing the voice, Ji Qingbai turned around, his lips slightly curved, "Why are you here?"
"Aunt Lu made Sophora japonica rice and brought some to you." She walked in and looked at the sparsely furnished kitchen, "It turns out you can cook, you're really good."
Ji Qingbai shrugged, "I can't help it, I have a grandma to take care of at home."
After knowing her for so long, she had never mentioned anything about her family. Luo Yan pursed her lips and asked, "...where are your parents?"
"My mother ran away with another man. When I was in the third grade, my father went up to the mountain to catch walnuts and fell from a tree. The stone hit his head and he was gone."
When she talked about these things, her face was calm and calm, but when Luo Yan heard it, her heart was blocked. It turned out that Qing Bai had no parents like her.
"My mother doesn't want me, my uncle's family doesn't like me, and I don't even know who my father is. But," Luo Yan smiled and patted Ji Qingbai on the shoulder, "we will all grow up."
Yes, it will grow up.
Unwanted children, poor children will all grow up.
"Well." Ji Qingbai stuffed Luo Yan with a bun, "It's getting dark. Go back quickly. From now on, just bring something and put it on the stone table in front of the door. My grandma is not very friendly to people, so she doesn't want to scare you."
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"It's okay, she just has bad ears."
"It's just that she is in good condition today. Sometimes she is unconscious and will throw stones and hit people."
Luo Yan paused and wanted to ask something, but only said, "Okay."
"She won't hit me," Ji Qingbai saw that she was hesitant to speak, and smiled lightly, "Besides, I have legs, won't I run away when she has a bad temper? You don't have to worry."
On the way back, the sun gradually sank below the ground, late-night birds flew across the sky, and mosquitoes began to appear on the path.
Luo Yan lowered her eyes and looked at the road, the emotions aroused in her heart could not be dissipated.
After walking for a while, a small yellow figure appeared in front of me. I took a closer look and saw that it was Aunt Lu's little yellow dog.
The puppy ran up to her, wagging its tail and circled around her, then led the way forward.
Luo Yan's eyebrows curved slightly, "Come and take me home."
Following the dog for a trot on the field ridge, there was a long and straight figure of Dao Xin at the end of the path connecting to the main road. Through the hazy dusk, she could clearly see the outline of Qi Si's deep eyebrows.
If there was a street lamp next to him at this time, Luo Yan felt that there must be little stars in those clear pool-like eyes.
Xiao Huang ran up to him, Luo Yan's lips curled up, "I also asked how Xiao Huang knew I was here. Did Aunt Lu ask you to pick me up?"
"Well," Qi Si looked her over, "Are you okay?"
Knowing what he was going to ask, the little girl shook her head and said, "It's okay. Qingbai also gave me a bun."
When you break it open, you can see that it is stuffed with fresh meat.
"Half of each of us."
"you eat."
"I ate too much sophora flower rice before and I couldn't finish it."
Give half to Qi Si. When he saw him eating, the little girl jumped for joy and her steps became much more brisk.
The puppy snorted a few times at the scent.
"Here, it's yours."
I broke off some more and gave it to the little yellow dog. After eating the soft meat buns, its tail wagged even more happily.
The last remaining light of the setting sun has disappeared, and the good night has begun, and the street lights on the bluestone road are on.
Luo Yan looked at the house hidden by woods in the distance behind her, and whispered: "Qingbai is so lively, I thought she was living a good life, but I didn't expect-"
Qi Si turned his head and looked over.
"I didn't expect that she doesn't have parents either." Luo Yan sighed, "I still have to take care of grandma. She is so strong."
The people next to her listened to her quietly, then walked forward a little, and then a clear voice suddenly spoke.
"Human happiness and suffering are equal. If you endure hardship when you are young, you will become a happy person when you grow up."
The little girl with her head lowered raised her eyes, "Really?"
"Well, God is fair."
"Will I be a happy person when I grow up?"
Looking into her dark and clear eyes, Qi Si moved his lips and said in a calm and firm tone, "Yes."
The boy's words are like a seed planted in the heart of a pious girl in the late spring night when day and night alternate.
He said that she would be a very happy person in the future.
Since the last time he had the experience of hunting snakes, Lu An somehow fell in love with the big tree on the west side of the town, and even climbed up the tree and made a swing.
On the weekends, it became the swing base camp for the three-person team. The tree trunks were high and the surroundings were empty. The swing could reach very high places, which was very exciting.
When they had enough fun, the lamb's belly was full.
This semester Liu Xiaopang didn't stop anyone on his way to school anymore. Luo Yan thought he had changed his ways.
Until one day after school, she was left by the teacher in the office to drink tea because she scored more than 40 points on a math paper. On her way home alone carrying her schoolbag, she met Liu Xiaopang and his gang playing firecrackers in the alley.
With a lighter, firecrackers were thrown around, making a crackling sound, and some were even thrown into other people's flower pots.
Luo Yan felt angry and wanted to go up and punish them. Since they had dangerous items in their hands, she had to quietly follow them and wait for them to finish playing with the firecrackers.
The firecrackers in the hands of some naughty guys are gone.
"Ouch, who threw stones at me?" the tall and thin man cried out in pain.
Looking towards the alley, there was no one.
The friend was suspicious, "Is someone really going to hit you with stones?"
"Is it possible that I'm not a human being but a ghost? Why did I lie to you? A small piece of sand hit my calf."
But there was no one in the alley, and a few people walked for a while. Suddenly, Liu Xiaopang was hit by a plastic bottle on his lower back.
"Damn, there's no one around. Isn't it really something unclean?"
The tall and lanky man squeezed the strap of his schoolbag tightly and mumbled: "I heard people say that this alley is indeed haunted before. Could it be that we just set off a firecracker and scared it?"