After the cook beat Bai Qi, she regretted it a little. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEven if the child in front of him is no longer loved, he is not the master of the Bai family after all. Thinking of this, she casually picked up two overnight steamed buns from the cage drawer and stuffed them to Bai Qian: "On Chinese New Year's Eve, I met a little devil who came to collect debts, take it and get out quickly!"

"Thank you, auntie! Thank you, Auntie! Bai Ji was overjoyed, and bowed deeply to the cook, and her forehead almost touched her toes. He stretched out his dirty little hand with chilblains and took the steamed bun. In the cold winter, the water for washing his hands and face was cold to the bone, he was small, and it was difficult to carry water, so he gave up and let himself get dirty.

Bai Qi borrowed two steamed buns and ran out happily. Two steamed buns, which means that he doesn't have to spend the holiday on an empty stomach today, he can't hold back the joy in his heart, this steamed bun is not yet cold, it is a great joy.......

"Oops!"

Bai Qi was so happy, she didn't pay attention when she ran, and hit her head into the body that she didn't know who it was, and then with a "snap", she was slapped heavily in the face, Bai Qi was staggered, and the steamed bun in her hand also rolled to the ground.

"Steamed buns!" Steamed buns, my steamed buns.

Bai Qi didn't have time to see who he bumped into, so he hurriedly rushed to the field to touch the two steamed buns that had rolled away. He pounced so quickly that the chilblains on his hands were cut by the hard stones on the ground, and blood mixed with pus flowed out.

Suddenly, a jet-black cotton boot stepped on the steamed bun and crushed it vigorously.

Bai Qi's gaze became empty in an instant, and her white lips closed one by one, unable to make any sound.

"Hit the master! Still want to eat steamed buns?! The owner of the boots scolded arrogantly, grabbed Bai Qi's hair with one hand, and forced him to look up.

It turned out to be the cook's son.

"I'm sorry......." Bai Qi pursed her chapped lips and whispered soullessly.

The foot stepped on the steamed bun again, Bai Qi looked at the steamed bun that was stepped on with shoe prints and crushed into slag, and what was in his heart sank little by little.

"Get on your knees! Say it well! The ten-year-old said arrogantly, slapping the back of Bai Qi's head with his hand as he spoke.

Bai Qi knelt down: "I'm sorry."

"Call Uncle!"

"Uncle, I'm sorry."

"Good." The tiger-headed child smiled with satisfaction: "I'll let you go today, this steamed bun on the ground is rewarded by the uncle, eat it!"

The steamed bun had become black, mixed with mud and sand, and it no longer looked snow-white.

Bai Qi's eyes secretly looked at the grass: Fortunately, there was still a steamed bun rolled into the grass and was not found.

"Eat!" A threatening roar rang in his ears.

Bai Ji trembled and stretched out his red, swollen and thin little hand, picked out the largest piece of pieces, and stuffed it into his mouth, sand and gravel, earth, but it was still delicious, and it tasted sweet to chew.

He actually felt a little happy.

The cook's son wanted to see Bai Qian's expression of great pain, but he didn't expect this child to stretch his eyebrows and smile!

"Beggars eat garbage, it's really boring, shameless." He muttered dissatisfiedly, suddenly bored, and turned away. The voice of the cook calling for her son came from afar: "Dabao! I'm back for dumplings! ”

Bai Qi saw that the child was walking away, so he got up nervously, hurriedly picked up the remaining steamed buns in the grass, carried them in his arms, and ran until he reached his own small yard before he dared to stop and take a breath.

ran in such a hurry that he didn't sweat at all.

At this time, it was already dark, the dinner party of the Prime Minister's Mansion had begun, and most of the people went to the main courtyard to join in the fun.

The wounds on his hands were all broken, and the frost was mixed with burns, and he thought it was amazing.

This was injured when he was accidentally bumped into by Bai Wei a few days ago. He knew that Bai Wei was extremely disgusted with himself, and he was always looking for opportunities to play tricks on himself, so most of the time, he avoided it, but as a result, bad luck still ran into it.

The moment Bai Qi met Bai Wei's eyes, he knew that something was wrong.

When Bai Wei saw Bai Qi, she smiled slightly, and suddenly, she threw the teacup in her hand to the ground and cried:

"Bai Qi bullied me! He bumped me in! And scolded me for not having a father! And broke my teacup! And scald me with piping hot tea! ”

She cried and kicked her legs, as if she had been wronged, and if Bai Qi was not present, she would have to believe it.

There was already a subordinate to report to Madame, but after a while, Madame's order came: Bai Qi disrespects his brother and sister, just kneel. I took a new teacup for him, poured it and brought it to him, and he was not allowed to get up without my orders. If the dog's hands and feet are not clean and dare to hurt the master, they should be dragged out and killed.

Bai Wei put away her tears for a moment, raised her eyebrows and said, "Didn't you hear? Deaf? ”

Bai Qi sighed, knelt down in resignation, and a subordinate stepped forward and gave him an empty teacup without a saucer. He clasped his hands well, and in a short time, hot tea was poured into it.

The man didn't know if it was intentional, his actions were extremely rude when he poured the tea, and a large piece of boiling tea was splashed, Bai Qi's hands were burned red, he closed his eyes tightly, and he couldn't hold back without screaming.

Someone brought a stool for Bai Wei, and the little girl made it comfortable, and while eating pastries, she sneered: "Dogs shouldn't bite their owners, you know?" You're a dog in our family. ”

Bai Qian did not reply.

"Speak! Say you're a dog in our house! ”

"You're our dog."

"You!" Bai Wei stood up angrily and yelled at the subordinate next to her: "What are you doing to eat!" That tea is cold, don't you change it?! ”

"Yes, yes!" The servant was startled and hurriedly came over with a teapot. Don't let Bai Qi pour out the tea in his hand first, just pour the hot tea directly into it.

There were many tea scrambles to overflow, and there were already dense blisters at the tiger's mouth of Bai Qi, and the child was trembling in pain, but still did not cry.

That afternoon, I don't know how many times it was repeated. Whenever Bai Qi felt that her palms were numb, Bai Wei asked the person next to her to change the tea in the cup, over and over again, as if she had fallen into the eighteenth layer of hell, and there was no end to torture.

When it was time for dinner, Bai Wei finally felt bored. She walked up to Bai Qi and smiled, "Bai Qi, do you know?"

The child bit her lip and looked at her expressionlessly.

"You're a dog in our family, you're a dog mongrel born to your father and mother, and no one cares if you die. When you die, I'll throw you out and feed the dogs. ”

Bai Qi smiled: "Don't forget, we have the same father."

"Really?" Bai Wei turned around and left, and threw down a sentence before leaving: "I was born without a father, and I am different from you."

Bai Qi breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, feeling that his hand was about to be wasted. He knew why Bai Wei let him go, his eldest brother Bai Su came back from the palace today, Bai Wei must have come over to ask for a trick. Besides, I heard that Bai Su was the most old-fashioned on weekdays, maybe he would raise some objections to Bai Wei's cruel behavior.

When he thought of this, he laughed at himself for being stupid, Bai Qian, what are you still looking forward to now?

Bai Qi sniffed and went back to the house to sit down. The candle on the table was already at the bottom, and I didn't know if I would survive midnight. The furnishings in the room are very simple, a bed and a table, and the quilt on the bed is already dilapidated, but it is neatly folded by Bai Qi. There was no charcoal fire in the house, and Bai Qi wore all his clothes on his body, still freezing and shrinking. He put the steamed buns away, carefully lay on the table, and watched the candles jump on and off.

Mother's craftsmanship is very poor, every Chinese New Year but have to cook their own dumplings, the dumplings are always miserable, I and my father shirk the plate of dumplings to each other, no one will move the chopsticks first......

Daddy likes to drink, and sometimes he will lie to him, dip a little chopsticks for him to taste, spicy his eyes are hazy, from his throat to his stomach are on fire, but he laughs happily......

During the Chinese New Year, my mother will draw very good-looking makeup, and my father will go up to make fun of my mother's eyebrows, which will be black and thick, and my mother will not be angry.

He smiled bitterly, speaking of which, he only spent two Chinese New Year's Eve with his father and mother in his memory, but it seemed like he had passed many times. The appearance of his father and mother has become more and more blurred in his heart.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep on the table. After a while, the sound of firecrackers sounded in the distance, startling the confused little baiji, and he looked up to see that the candle on the table had been extinguished at some point, and there was a cold moonlight spilling in from the window.

The firecrackers rang out loud, thousands of them. He was most afraid of firecrackers, hiding in his father's arms, his father's big hand blocked his little ears, his mother came over on the opposite side, kissed his forehead with a smile, and the slightly hot snort swept him to itch, and said, "Our Qian'er is a year older again."

He picked up the cold steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Even though it's cold, it's still delicious.

Bai Qi wants to laugh, it's the New Year, it's a happy thing, you have to laugh.

But there were tears slipping through, and the cold winter wax moon was almost frozen on the face.

Bai Qi raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and took a big bite of steamed buns, choking and breathless, and bigger tears slid down.

"Daddy, Qian'er is a year older again."

He swallowed the steamed bun vigorously and squeezed out a smile into the moonlight with tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry, she will listen to you. Live well."

The steamed buns were really choking, choking him with tears and crying.

"I'll eat well and sleep well. When the weather is warm, I will take a bath often. I don't get into arguments with others casually, and try not to get hurt as much as possible. I will keep my room clean and study hard when I have the opportunity. Qian'er is doing well........."

He looked at the sky, trying to find a trace of his father's mother.

"I'm doing well, I'm happy, don't worry."

"What if........ If I deceive you, you can take you away........"

"Okay?"