When the master of Qiao's class told the people in the troupe the news, everyone was stunned, and it took a while to reflect, and several children happily ran to Lin Shaoyu's side, bowing and thanking.

Although the adults still had to sleep in the tents, they still thanked the village chief one by one.

For the villagers, it may just be a matter of letting a few children stay overnight for one night. But for these lowly actors who are considered to be low-rate, when help is no longer a matter of charity, it makes them feel that they can live like individuals.

Because they have stayed in such a deformed society for too long, it is estimated that even they themselves subconsciously define themselves as the ninth rate. That's why we see this small help as a great gift.

After everyone thanked them, they got back to work. Compared with the lazy and slow work just now, the people in the troupe are now working like chicken blood, each working with their own hands and feet, and the people in the village who came to watch because of curiosity are not as resistant as before.

In winter, the daylight hours are relatively short, and in the blink of an eye, the sun has already set.

The people of the opera troupe originally wanted the children to go to the village after eating on the river beach, but they were stopped by Lin Shaoyu and Wen Qing'an, and the two adults walked to the village with the children of the eight-child drama troupe.

On the way back to the village, sometimes I would meet people from the same village, and after everyone would greet each other, someone would take the initiative to take the children home after learning about the situation. In this way, before the group even set foot in the village, four children were taken home by the villagers. Of the rest, two were arranged by Lin Shaoyu in his own home, and two were arranged at Widow Li's house in the village.

When Lin Shaoyu was arranging at the entrance of the village, a woman walked out of the village. Because it was a little dark, everyone didn't see who it was, and it wasn't until they got closer that they knew that Lu Dao was Er Niu Niang.

"Yo, isn't this the village chief and Master Wen, what are you doing standing at the entrance of the village, it's weird and cold?"

Lin Shaoyu seemed to remember what happened a few days ago, and said to Er Niu Niang with a smile: "Isn't this a drama troupe coming to the front of the village, and they will be acting here tomorrow, so the people of the troupe will live in the open space for one night tonight." We were afraid that the children in the troupe would not be able to stand the cold, so we brought them back and let them spend the night in our village."

After listening to the village chief's explanation, Er Niu Niang was obviously stunned for a moment. Then after looking around at the remaining children, he pouted: "Village chief, you have such a good heart."

Lin Shaoyu also knew that Erniuniang was the kind of person who couldn't afford to be early, and he didn't care about her sarcasm, but asked suspiciously: "Erniuniang, you're so late, what are you going to do?"

Hearing the village ask, Erniu Niang remembered her purpose, clapped her hands and shouted: "Ah, the village chief didn't see our Erniu, this little cub doesn't know where he ran away, and he hasn't gone home yet, didn't I come out to find him?"

Lin Shaoyu was just about to answer that he didn't see it, when he saw a fat figure running out of the children behind, it was Erniu.

Erniu came to his mother's side, pulled her sleeve and begged: "Mother, let's take Xiaobai home, Xiaobai is very beautiful, I want to play with Xiaobai"

Xiaobai? Lin Shaoyu and Wen Qing'an looked at each other, why didn't they know that there was a child named Xiaobai in Lu Dao. Just when everyone was puzzled, Erniu turned around and ran back, stopped at a distance from everyone, and pulled a vague figure to everyone.

Erniu pointed to the child who was dragged over, and introduced with a smile: "This is Xiaobai"

Seeing that her son really brought a child, Er Niu Niang secretly scolded her son for being ignorant, not causing a joke, and having to take care of food and housing. Hatefully pulled Erniu's ears and said: "You stinky boy, hurry up and go home for me, you don't have anything to do, the family is waiting for you to eat."

Wen Qing'an looked at the mother and son of Erniu who were screaming away, shook his head and turned around, squatted down in front of the child named Xiaobai, and said softly: "Xiaobai, if you don't mind, go to the uncle's house today, my family has two sons and a daughter, everyone can play with you."

Hearing Father Wen's words, Wen Anze and Wen Anhao also ran over and pointed to themselves to introduce.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid of people, or maybe it's because of what happened just now, the kid named Xiaobai just lowered his head and didn't speak, making people wonder what he was thinking.

Wen Anan saw that everyone was waiting for the child's answer, and she was also a little anxious, just so she could touch the child in this posture, so Wen Anan stretched out her hand, grabbed one of the child's fingers, and babbled.

Everyone obviously didn't expect Wen Anan to arrest the child named Xiaobai, and everyone was stunned.

Wen Qing'an was the first to react, patted Wen An'an's head with a smile, and then said to the child: "Look, even our An An wants you to go home with us." Shall we go? ”

When Wen Anan grabbed Xiaobai's finger, he could feel his body stiffen, but he didn't shake his hand away. Even after Wen Qing'an finished asking, Wen Anan felt that the child was obviously relaxed.

Wen Qing'an looked at the child who nodded, smiled and patted his head and stood up. As soon as he took a few steps, he saw Xiaobai hurrying up, raising his hand to hold the hand of his daughter An An.

Father Wen looked down at the child next to him and didn't say much. just told him to be careful about the road under his feet, so he said goodbye to Lin Shaoyu and walked home with the child who appeared out of thin air and his son.

As soon as they entered the house, the Wen family greeted them and complained to Wen Qing'an that they had come back too late. After Wen Qing'an had to tell the matter from beginning to end, Wen immediately turned his head and welcomed with a smile: "Xiaobai, come here as your own home, don't be polite to your aunt"

Then they led everyone into the house, and when they entered the house, Wen beckoned everyone to wash their hands and eat. But as soon as he turned around, Wen exclaimed in surprise: "What a beautiful girl."

Father Wen, Wen Anze, and Wen Anhao followed Wen's gaze to look at the child named Xiaobai, and their eyes showed surprise.

After being embarrassed for a while, Wen Anhao blushed and walked awkwardly in front of Xiaobai: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I still treated you as a boy just now, and I ...... just now."

Wen Anhao hadn't finished apologizing, and without defense, he was pushed down by that little white.

Wen Anhao, who was pushed to the ground, just wanted to get angry, when he heard the child shouting at them: "I'm a boy, I'm a boy"

The willow eyebrows are not described, a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be foggy but not foggy, a tall nose, red and small red lips, and a rosy hibiscus face because of anger, although it is still a little immature, but it can be predicted that this child will definitely be a bright and moving beauty when he grows up.

If it weren't for the fact that this child named Xiaobai said it himself, even if she looked at Wen An'an's eyes, she would never have thought that such a beautiful child would be a boy.

After listening to Xiaobai's roar, Wen Anhao got up from the ground, slapped the dust on his body, and then walked to Xiaobai's side casually, stretched out his hand and pushed Xiaobai to the ground, and said viciously: "It's better for boys, don't worry about beating you"

Wen Anhao's moment overwhelmed Xiaobai, who was still angry, and he sat on the ground and looked at him in a daze, and he didn't know how to stand up.

Seeing this, Wen slapped Wen Anhao's ass, then walked up to Xiao Bai, pulled him up, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry Xiaobai, everyone just saw you too..., so I misunderstood, but it's better to be a boy, you can sleep with Xiao Ze and Xiao Hao tonight, and your uncle will make room for your uncle."

Wen Qing'an also followed to Wen's side, touched Xiaobai's head and said, "An Hao was like that just now, I'm really sorry, but you are also at fault, even if the two are tied."

Wen Shi pulled Xiaobai and walked towards the basin, but when he walked to Wen Anze's side, he only heard Wen Anze say angrily: "It's a boy, and he held my sister just now and didn't let go."

One sentence made Wen's father and Wen Niang laugh, and after laughing, the two urged the three children to wash their hands and eat. The topic was not continued either.

At the dinner table, Wen's added soup to everyone's dishes as usual. However, because Xiaobai came for the first time, he specially asked him to eat more.

Wen Qing'an noticed that although Xiaobai would not take the initiative to pick up the dish, every time Wen gave him a lion's head, he could always eat it clean at the first time, so he moved the dish in front of him.

Xiao Bai saw Wen Qing'an's movements and looked up at him, his dark eyes made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

However, Wen Qing'an didn't care, just smiled and said, "I see that you like to eat, so let's get closer."

"But they also like to eat," Xiaobai pointed at Wen Anze and the two brothers, and said unceremoniously.

"Cut, I saw that you were younger than us and let you, what? You kid still want to fight," Wen Anhao looked up from the bowl of rice and replied dissatisfied.

"I can arrive," Wen Anze stretched out his chopsticks to signal, indicating that what he said was true.

Xiaobai looked at the two, didn't say anything anymore, and lowered his head to eat.

After a meal, although it is not lively, it can be regarded as harmonious. Because it was late when I came back, I rested for a while after eating, and everyone was ready to fetch water, wash and sleep.

When Wen went out to boil water, and Wen Anze and Wen Anhao went to help, Wen Qingan called Xiaobai to him.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and the eerie silence in the room, as if time had stopped at this moment, was in stark contrast to the noisy sounds outside.

Just when Wen Anan felt that this atmosphere of watching each other was too uncomfortable, he twisted his body dissatisfied. Only then did I hear Wen Qingan's voice come faintly: "Xiaobai, uncle's words, you may understand, you may not understand." But please keep that in mind, okay?"

After Wen Qing'an said this, he stopped and quietly waited for the answer of the child in front of him. originally thought that it would take a while, but not long after Wen Qing'an's words were finished, he saw Xiaobai nodding lightly.

Wen Qing'an smiled encouragingly, and then said: "Perhaps, in the future, you will encounter more problems about your appearance, but remember, don't give up some things because of your appearance, although these things Uncle doesn't know what Lu Dao will be." However, Uncle hopes that you will be as brave as you were to An Hao just now. ”

After Wen Qing'an finished speaking, he paused again, and then raised his hand to touch Xiaobai's head and said, "Also, human words are the most terrifying weapon in this world, but they are also the most powerless voice in this world. It's just a matter of whether you're willing to listen or not."

Tu 蘼 (gassho meditation): I hope to have a reward, I hope to have a recommendation, I hope to have a guarantee.

Xiaobai: Why don't you let Wen Anze and Wen Anhao sell meat

Tu Yu (⊙ o⊙) Oh): Good idea

Wen Anze, Wen Anhao: Mother, the knife is there

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