The big guy is in full swing.

The two captains were obviously a little nervous, and Wang Yuanbao was even more out of sight, so he directly snatched the shovel in the hand of a half-grown child and did it for him.

Song Ci told the child to come and sit, don't stand there and get in the way, it's easy to get hurt.

The boy looked at her neat and beautiful clothes, and hid in shame, and the toes of her exposed shoes were hard to scratch the ground, and the embarrassment was self-evident.

Song Ci's heart suddenly became a little sour.

Looking at him is like seeing those children who have been displaced and struggling to survive.

They have no awakening abilities, no combat power, and no ability to make a living, but they are easily food, and they have to flee everywhere, like rats in the gutter, and they can't live in fear.

Even in today's times of peace, there are still people who are suffering.

It's all poor words!

Song Ci suddenly burst out with a sense of mission that he didn't know what to do, and he really wanted to do something for these poor children.

Probably the superiority of the born-again, who sees himself as a savior?

Song Ci was rational and even coldly self-critical, and couldn't help but think that he had earned a life for nothing anyway, and he had to live happily!

What's wrong with the second point of middle school? It's good to be able to really do something! She doesn't regret it.

Song Ci said to her father, ran to the child's side, and sat down with a loud butt despite his inferiority complex.

"Hello, my name is Song Ci, what's your name?"

The boy looked frightened, lifted his buttocks and moved to the side.

Song Ci followed with a grin.

"Are you playing a game with me? Hee-hee, you're really good at playing. ”

When the child saw that he couldn't get rid of her, he got up and was about to run, but Song Ci grabbed him and shouted happily:

"I've got you!"

With a hiss, a large piece of her tattered garment, full of patches and cuts, was easily torn off by her.

The boy crouched down and clumped himself into a ball in embarrassment.

Song Ci came over to apologize in embarrassment:

"I'm sorry I tore your clothes, I didn't mean to. I'll make it up for you when I get home, or I'll give you a new pair of pants, okay? ”

She apologized earnestly, and then called his father:

"Daddy, come on!"

Song Chunan has been paying attention to the movements of her daughter, for fear that she will suffer a loss.

But he didn't expect that his daughter tore a boy's pants in front of the whole village, and half of her ass was exposed!

Song Chunan strode over with a black face, took off his short sleeves, and threw them on the child's head:

"Why don't you wrap it up a little, tie it around your waist!"

Song Chunan covered her daughter's eyes, picked her up and was about to leave.

Song Ci hurriedly shouted to him:

"Dad, wait, I have something to tell my little brother. ”

Little brother?

Song Chunan looked back at the half-sized boy like a mud mouse, that dirty and energetic, he could go to beg for food with only a broken bowl, and he was also worthy of being his daughter's brother?

Song Ci noticed that her father was on fire again, and hurriedly smoothed the hair:

"Dad, I'm sorry for others, I ruined their clothes, we have to compensate others.

However, it seems that we have lost a little bit of a new coat for him.

It's better to pay him for his clothes, but he also wants him to work for our family to pay off.

As for our villain books, the children in our own village can't finish reading them for a while, and they may not be interested after reading them. ”

She smiled slyly and motioned to the boy:

"He's a good fit, it's inconspicuous to run outside, and he's willing to do it if he gets something to eat, and he can save her mother more time to study." What do you think, Dad?"

The boy's ears moved, and he raised his head suddenly, his long greasy hair covering most of his face, and he tied up the short sleeves with the scent of soaphorn around his waist, which was so thin that it could be wrapped around a circle and a half, like a long skirt, and blocked his legs tightly.

He leaned over silently, looking up and peeking out of his locks of hair, his dark eyes as vigilant as a wolf.

"I can do it, just give me a stutter to live. ”

Song Chun'an sighed and recognized him as the youngest grandson of the landlord's family, and he grew up like this in the blink of an eye.

"Your name is Song Zhao, right? Don't make a noise in advance, come home at night. Don't be afraid, when I was a child, I also ate your 100-year-old wine and your grandfather's flowing water banquet in the village. ”

He paused, as if reminiscing and sighing.

Song Zhao lowered his head and was silent like a wounded wolf cub, waiting for others to give him or hurt him.

Song Ci saw that the bones on the back of his neck were about to pierce the skin, and his nose was a little sour.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, you will have food to eat in the future, so you should pay back your family's favor. ”

Song Zhao quietly raised his head and vigilantly observed them from behind his hair.

Song Ci smiled and said:

"What are you afraid of, the worst is like this, isn't it?"

These words are not good, but they have entered the ears of boys.

Song Zhao slowly relaxed his body and hummed softly.

Song Ci smiled at him.

"It's out of the water! It's in the right place!"

"Song Chun'an, this guy is a god!"

The crowd over there suddenly erupted in cheers, it was really like a long drought and a rain!