Jun Qianruo silently lowered his head and listened to the muttering around him, thinking seriously about the future, until a child crashed into his arms. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was a little boy of about seven or eight years old, running happily with a homemade old windmill in his hand, followed by a few children. Finding that he had bumped into someone, the little boy raised his head and looked at Jun Qianruo showing a few small teeth, smiled happily, and then apologized to Jun Qianruo very politely. "I'm sorry ......"

Jun Qianruo looked at the innocent faces, and couldn't help but think of the days when he was a child in the orphanage, when he saw other children playing with windmills and wanted to get a small windmill, but at that time, even a small windmill was just a luxury for himself, and he could only watch other children play with the old little windmill and envy alone. Later, it was Xiaoyuan who discovered his expectations and made a small windmill for himself with the rolling paper that the dean didn't want, but Xiaoyuan was also punished for stealing the paper, but the little windmill also

But I guess I got the happiest thing at that time!

I still remember running back and forth happily with a windmill, but then I was broken by those nasty children, and I cried all day. Xiaoyuan promised himself to be more beautiful for himself in the future, but he broke his promise forever.

When I grow up, when I have learned to make all kinds of windmills, I will always lose the person who promised to make windmills for me to play with. So Jun Qianruo said softly: "It's okay. Are you okay? Jun Qianruo asked with concern.

The little boy raised his head and looked at Jun Qianruo, grinning vigorously, and said in a milky voice. "It's okay"

The few children behind the little boy also looked at Jun Qianruo with a simple but a little scared and smiled, the smile was so pure and clean, so that Jun Qianruo's heart couldn't help but be very happy. Some people say that children are the most beautiful things that God has given to mankind, and some people say that there are only two colors in the world of children: black and white. They are clean, pure, and their smiles are the most beautiful, the most beautiful.

Jun Qianruo looked at them gently, and the children also looked at her gently. It was such a beautiful scene. But good times are always short-lived. Out of nowhere, a young woman in her thirties rushed out, pulled the child in front of Jun Qianruo, and looked at it nervously. And then there is the stern accusation with a calm face. "Huzi, didn't A-Niang tell you that you are not allowed to talk to people you don't know, have you forgotten?" The young woman was dressed in a lounge dress and looked like she was cooking lunch!

"Ah Niang ......"

"Ah, what mother, go home......" The young woman's eyes widened and she forcibly dragged the little boy away, despite his struggles. Continue to preach as you walk. "Listen to A-Niang's words, you can't talk to those you don't know in the future, you know?"

"Well, I know A-Niang. But that brother is very good...... ......," the little boy whispered.

"Hmph...... A-Niang tells you that the better the person, the worse. Stay away from them in the future. The voice gradually got lower and lower until it disappeared. Jun Qianruo still stood there and chuckled. I was not angry at the young woman's behavior and words, because the situation here was so special that it was difficult for the residents to believe that the people outside understood it. But he is more determined to convince the people here and from the heart.

"Childe ......"

"Let's go!" If Jun Qianruo interrupted the flowing wind, he took a step forward and dared to follow behind him.