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1334 , Wan Xiaohu is gone

Liuliu, this little chubby rabbit, seeks glory and wealth by betraying his good sisters. He is a typical betrayer of his friends for glory! He should be despised.

Therefore, she was unanimously disliked by the children headed by Dudu.

But Liuliu couldn't care about this for the time being. She asked the director's aunt for a small red flower in a flattering manner. If she did something good, she would give it to the duck. If she didn't give it, she would be bullying others.

In order not to hurt the heart of this child who had surrendered to the enemy in battle, Aunt Huang found a small plastic red flower for her. She bought it during the Chinese New Year last year and hung it in the yard for decoration.

Liuliu held the small plastic red flower, feeling extremely proud and laughing.

The little plastic red flower suits her very well, as it represents the sisterly relationship between her and Dudu, which is like plastic. Dudu is used to be betrayed by her, just to be a friend for glory.

Liuliu happily admired the small plastic red flowers for a while, then ran to find Dudu to reconcile, and generously gave the small red flowers to her.

"Here you are, here you are, Dudu, you are such a cute duck, I give you a little flower, (╯▽╰) such a fragrant duck~~."

She pestered Dudu and was shameless. No matter how much Dudu ignored her, she would not leave anyway and kept pestering her and praising her.

Xiaobai looked over warily, "Little Huahua? Dare you call her by her nickname?"

A good girl is afraid of stalking a man.

Dudu, a good man, was afraid of stalking Liliu. Not long after, Dudu became soft-hearted and forgave her. They reconciled and appeared hand in hand, with the little plastic red flower already inserted in Dudu's ear.

Although the director of the garden, Aunt Huang, suppressed a group fight among the children, she could not stop them from looking for Wan Xiaohu.

Xiaobai argued hard and asked to see Wan Xiaohu, otherwise they would feel uneasy.

We are all children. If a child doesn’t help the children, then he is still a child?!

Once she wears this high hat, Aunt Huang cannot refuse, otherwise she will not be able to convince the public in the future, and no one will listen to her.

So she asked the children to throw away the things in their hands first, and then educated them, and then took the lead herself, pulling a group of children out of the little red horse and walking down the road at the door, less than a hundred meters away.

Arrive at "Lao Niu Barber Shop".

In the dusk of the evening, this small barber shop looked cramped and dark, like a hole.

Lao Niu's taste is really not good, so he doesn't decorate the entrance of the shop, such as getting a rotating ribbon specially designed for barber shops. The worst is to get a lamp to make it brighter, so that people will not be intimidated and dare not come in.

At night, the barber shop was about to close. When Xiaobai and others arrived, Lao Niu happened to go out to take out the garbage and was about to close.

"Grandpa Niu, where is your little tiger?" Xiaobai asked first.

Liuliu also stood up and asked loudly: "Hand over Xiaohu~~Xiao Chunchun, come on!"

She waved her hand in an attempt to command Zhao Xiaochun, but Zhao Xiaochun ignored her and glared at her fiercely.

"It's Xiaobai, do you want a haircut?" Lao Niu took out the trash and walked to the barber shop.

"If you don't cut it, let's play with the little tiger." Xiaobai said.

Aunt Huang also came forward to explain her intention.

But Lao Niu said: "Xiaohu is gone and is no longer in the store."

"Where are you going?" Xiaobai followed him and asked standing at the door of the store.

"Why? Why is this?" Xiao Weiwei was next to Xiao Bai and asked her doubts.

Other children also asked about it.

Lao Niu saw that these children were coming aggressively and seemed not to let him go without giving him a reply, so he said, "He has gone to the orphanage and will no longer be here."

Today, after Wan Xiaohu finished school, Lao Niu sent him directly to the orphanage.

He searched for Wan Xiaohu's relatives for several days and tried various methods, but still couldn't contact any of them. He had no choice but to give up and sent Wan Xiaohu to the orphanage, ending the adoption relationship.

When the children returned to Little Red Horse, they were all dejected and sad. Unexpectedly, they were sent to an orphanage.

They didn't know much about an orphanage, but they generally knew that it was a place for children whose parents didn't want them.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't be happy.

Xiaobai even went to her old man and asked him to take them to the orphanage to visit Wan Xiaohu.

Although Wan Xiaohu is a little boy, he is soft and weak, and looks like a doormat. He usually does not dare to speak loudly. He always consciously hides in the corner, plays with himself quietly, and looks at whatever is in his hand.

, one can look at it for half a day.

He could stay in one place all day if no one thought of him.

Zhang Tan promised her that he would take her to the orphanage to visit Wan Xiaohu tomorrow night.

Xiaobai felt a little better now, and immediately started to mutter something to give Wan Xiaohu something.

Even the innocent and kind-hearted child Tan Xier became angry when she heard that Lao Niu sent Wan Xiaohu to the orphanage. When she and her sister went home at night, they passed by the barber shop, picked up a small stone on the road, threw it, and made a clanging sound.

The sound of the sound made her jump up in fright, looked around nervously, and ran away.

Tan Jin'er was speechless.

Lao Niu didn't know that he was collectively hated by the children in Little Red Mali. He thought that he just did what he should do.

He sympathized with Wan Xiaohu's mother and son, but he was unable to raise Wan Xiaohu.

He lived a messy life. He was over fifty years old, never married, and had no children. He had lived alone in Pujiang for decades. He did not even dare to go back to his hometown and had no face to see his fellow villagers.

After closing the shop door and having dinner, Lao Niu sat at his desk day after day and wrote a novel under the lamp.

Who doesn’t have a dream? Lao Niu’s dream is not to open a barber shop. The barber shop is a business that he has to maintain due to livelihood needs.

Barbering is fast and cheap to learn, so he chose the profession of barbering. At first, he thought it was just a temporary solution, but he didn't expect that he would be doing this for decades.

How many people’s expedient solutions ultimately last their entire lives?

Under Lao Niu’s sloppy appearance, he has a literary heart.

He likes writing and has been writing for decades without achieving much, but he just likes it.

This kind of love has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and cannot be changed.

He still loves to dream, dreaming that his stories will one day be collected and published.

This dream is not big, and it can be done at your own expense. Just like Tang Sanjian, the father of the famous writer Tang Shuang, it was discovered that he had published third-rate martial arts novels at his own expense.

But Lao Niu has no money, so the barber shop not only has to support his life, but also earn monthly rent.

This barber shop is rented, and rent needs to be paid every month.

Every night, he would close the shop door and immerse himself in writing.

Busy with life during the day, busy with dreams at night.

He didn't dare to get married, he didn't dare to start a family, he couldn't afford it, and he could barely live alone without being so humble.

He doesn't use a computer to write books. He has learned to use a computer, but is not used to it and still prefers to write by hand.

I lay down under the desk lamp, immersed myself in writing, and wrote a story for three days, and finally finished it that night.

He put down his pen, picked up a thin piece of paper, and read the story he had written.

From being full of ambition at the beginning, I gradually became frowning and disappointed.

He dropped the story he had spent three days writing, thinking it was another bad story.


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