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Chapter 3417 Dumplings

The little boy hurriedly opened his mouth to explain himself.

"I didn't cry."

The little boy opens his eyes wide.

He did cry yesterday.

Can't control it...

But today, just now, he really didn't cry.



"oh."

The woman smiled and nodded.

The woman easily believed what the little boy said.

This actually made the little boy a little uncertain.



"you……"

The little boy pursed his lips.

"Really believe me?"

Are you trying to deal with him?



"You said you didn't cry."

The woman's eyebrows are slightly curved.

Quite naturally, "Why don't I believe you?"

"and……"



and?

The little boy blinked.



The smile in the woman's eyes was like ripples on the lake.

"I saw you weren't crying."

Even if she didn't believe the little boy, she still believed her own eyes.



Why?

The little boy was stunned.

"Then you asked me if I cried?"

The little boy was puzzled.

Didn’t everyone see that he wasn’t crying?



There was a cunning light in the woman's eyes.

"Aren't I trying to find a reason to talk to you?"



ah……

The little boy was a little embarrassed.

A little happy again.

Yes, is that so?

The eldest sister likes him.

When he thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.



"so……"

The woman's voice became a little softer.

"Since you didn't cry, why are you lowering your head as if you were crying yesterday?"

"Aren't you happy?"



The smile that had just appeared on the boy's face faded.

He lowered his head.

The feet scraped the ground.

One moment... one moment...



"……big sister……"

There was a hint of crying in the little boy's voice.



"Um."

The woman imitated the little boy's behavior and scraped the ground with her feet.

She turned her head and looked at the little boy.

Be patient and gentle.



"..."

The little boy opens his mouth.

But no sound came out.

He reached out and touched his neck.

It looked like he was swallowing something hard.

For a while...

"dad……"

The little boy finally said, "Mom..."

"them……"

Although he hadn't said anything yet, the little boy's crying became more and more obvious.

"them……"

"I hate them..."

The little boy said the word "hate" very lightly.

With obvious anger and...sadness.

"them……"

The little boy stared blankly at the dust rising under his feet.

The scenes from last night to this morning were tangled in his mind.



The little boy is so afraid of his parents knowing that he failed the exam.

I didn't even dare to go home because of it.

With the encouragement and comfort of my eldest sister, and seeing that it was getting dark -

He never came home after dark.

He immediately ran home.



Open the door to your home -

Ever since one time when his parents fell asleep at the door while waiting for him to come home, he caught a cold and went to the hospital to get several bottles of salt water...

His parents, who were scolded by his grandparents, gave him a home key.

I don't know if it's his imagination...

It seems that after he has the key to the house...

Mom and dad come home increasingly late.



He rarely comes home to see bright lights and steaming meals.

This time too.

Looking at the dark home, the little boy suddenly felt very wronged.



"Pap~"

The lights in the room turned on.

The deserted atmosphere became increasingly intense.

The little boy suddenly realized a fact...

His previous entanglement was completely unnecessary.

How could he forget...

He may not be able to see his parents when he returns home.



The little boy sniffed hard.

He rubbed his eyes again.

He didn't even put down his schoolbag, he was huddled on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought.



The little boy's stomach has growled several times.

He raised his eyes slowly.

The big clock on the wall showed how late it was.



The little boy finally moved.

But because he had been sitting for a long time, the little boy's feet felt a little weak when he stood up.

He quickly held onto the coffee table in front of him.

The knee hit him.

The coffee table made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the floor.

He frowned fiercely.

Because of the sharp sound made by the coffee table moving.

Also because of the severe pain from my knee hitting the coffee table.

The corners of his eyes turned red instantly.

Tears also came out of the corners of my eyes.



After a while, the pain in my knee gradually dissipated.

The little boy's tears fell down.

Drop by drop...

It fell on the coffee table, causing small splashes of water.



After crying for a while, the little boy reached out and wiped his eyes.

Hiss~

I don't know if it was because he cried too much, but the little boy felt his eyes hurt.

He took a few steps.

Then turn back.

He threw his schoolbag on the sofa.

This time, without looking back, he hurried to the kitchen.



He covered his face with a towel dipped in hot water.

The slightly hot temperature pressed against his eyes.

He stood like this for a while with a towel covering his face.

He didn't take off the towel until it was no longer hot.



Mom and dad still haven't come back.



The little boy took a deep breath.

He hung up the towel.

Opening the refrigerator with familiarity, he took out a pack of dumplings from the quick-freezer.



Soon, a bowl of dumplings was ready.

The little boy carefully brought the bowl of dumplings to the dining table.



The dumplings taste average.

The little boy can't always grasp the timing of the dumplings coming out of the pot.

As a result, the dumplings he cooked either had soft skins and tasted like flour, or the skins and fillings were mushy.



The little boy packed up everything and returned to the living room.

He turned on the TV.

He finished all his homework in school.



It's too late now, the cartoon is over.

He changed all the channels from beginning to end several times.

I didn't find any programs that I was very interested in.



The little boy returned to his room.

He found that it was almost time to go to bed.



He took out his failed test paper from his school bag.

After thinking about it, he put the test paper on the bedside table in his parents' room.

A note was also left behind.

Explain that the teacher requires parents to sign the test paper.



When he woke up the next day, the little boy subconsciously pricked up his ears.

When he found that he heard nothing, his confused brain suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

He stood up hastily.

I didn't even bother to put on my slippers, and the person had already run out.



The room was deserted.

It seemed that no one came back except him from last night to the next morning.

The little boy was stunned.



The little boy's eyes were a little red again.

As if he thought of something, he started running again.

He ran to the kitchen.



nobody.



The little boy took a deep breath.

Shoulders slumped.

A dejected look.



He cooked himself another bowl of dumplings.

There is still no breakthrough in taste.


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