Fan Ya came out crying from under the bed, I don't know where the courage came from, she rushed to the fat grandmother crying, and cried loudly: "Why did you accept it, quickly return the bag of snacks to me, it is mine." ”

"Dead rice bucket! I dare to compete with my old woman, it is what my son paid for, it is mine, why can't I take back my family's things. Besides, how can your children eat snacks every day, grandma is for your good, give me a meal, today's meal is already ready, it is already in the pot, do you like to eat or not. After speaking, the fat grandmother Gu Zi continued to watch TV with melon seeds, regardless of Fan Ya, who was standing next to her and kept crying.

Fan Ya stood beside the fat grandmother and cried like this, looking at the dead old woman in front of her, holding Erlang's legs and eating melon seeds while watching TV, and drinking tea from time to time. I gritted my teeth with hatred, and I really wanted to comb the back of her head into a shiny bun and tear it up. But I didn't dare to move her, I had been standing next to her and crying for a long time today, and the fat grandmother didn't pinch herself, and she should have burned high incense. Later, I was really hungry and couldn't stand it, and I was tired of crying, so let's think about it, my little arm can't twist this fat grandma's thigh anyway, so let's go eat!

When she opened the lid of the pot, what Fan Ya didn't expect was that the fat grandmother actually made her fried noodles at noon today, which was still fried noodles with eggs and cabbage, and it was still a big bowl.

Fan Ya didn't care whether the fat grandmother ate it or not, she held the fried noodles that were still a little warm, and "Slip-Slip-Slip" swept the wind and clouds, and it was wiped out in a short time. I didn't expect this fat grandmother's craftsmanship to be good, this bowl of fried noodles tasted great, and Fan Ya didn't forget to lick the bowl clean after eating. Then brush the bowl, take a few sips of water from the tap, and go to a nap. When you're full of food and drink, you forget about snacks.

The fat grandmother secretly glanced at Fan Ya's stupid energy of eating noodles and continued to watch TV. The secret joy in my heart: wild girl! Dead rice bucket! Yokel! A big bowl of vegetarian fried noodles can be exchanged for that big bag of snacks, old lady, I have done a good job. Let you eat today, and we'll see tomorrow.

On the third day, when she came home from school at noon, Fan Ya saw that the woks in the kitchen were still steaming, except for the bathroom and the door of Fan Ya's room were open, the other doors were closed, Fan Ya was a little curious to push the door, but the doors were already locked, and there was no reaction after shouting a few grandma. It is estimated that this fat old lady has finished cooking, and I don't know if she went out for a stroll or went out to visit the house.

Fan Ya was already hungry, so she didn't care about the old lady for now, and when she opened the lid of the pot, she saw that it was boiling noodles with a bang, so helpless. I took a pot of noodles, poured all the noodles in the pot into the basin, and pulled it with chopsticks, there were only two or three mouthfuls of noodles, all of which were soup and water!

Fan Ya looked worried, so she went to the living room coffee table to look up and down, usually there are snacks here, which made Fan Ya disappointed, today is actually empty. I can't go to the kitchen refrigerator to see if there is anything delicious, and I see that their family used to put cakes, sausages, and milk in the refrigerator. When Fan Ya wanted to open the refrigerator, she found that the refrigerator door had been so tapered that the fat grandmother couldn't open it at all.

Only then did Fan Ya really understand that all this was deliberately guarded against her by the fat grandmother. Crying sadly, he ate the pitiful boiled noodles and drank all the soup and water. In this way, relying on the soup and water, I finally filled my stomach.

One afternoon, Fan Ya was forced to urinate a lot, and she had to run to the toilet in the last class. My stomach was already empty, hungry and uncomfortable, so I drank water from the bathroom faucet while I went to the toilet. In class, I was hungry and sour, and I had nothing to eat, so I grabbed a corner of the red scarf and put it in my mouth and kept chewing, which was more comfortable.

All afternoon, Fan Ya was in a mess like this, and Ben didn't have the heart to listen to the teachers' lectures, and finally stayed up until the end of school, feeling how could this schoolbag be so heavy today, and her heavy legs couldn't take a step.

Along the way, chewing the red scarf and walking through the alleys, the fragrance of all kinds of delicacies wafting out of the shops, smelling Fan Ya's saliva flowing, and she became more and more hungry. I couldn't help but inhale the smell through my nose, as if I wanted to fill my stomach.

When I got home, I found a big bowl of steaming porridge on the dining table, and there was nothing but this bowl of porridge. Look at the same scene at home as at noon, now the porridge is ready on the table, but the fat grandma and Xiaoyao are not there, usually the two of them come back early, and they deliberately avoid her.

Fan Ya's hungry head was dizzy, and she didn't want to do so much, so she threw her schoolbag directly on the ground. Leaning limply in his chair, he picked up the bowl with trembling hands, and opened his mouth to shout "Gollum-Gollum-Gollum". Even if the fat grandmother still has a little conscience, she put some sugar in the porridge, and now it feels like a sweet delicacy in Fan Ya's taste buds. If you drink three times and divide five by two, there is no soup at the bottom of the bowl, and a little rice grain that you can't drink, so you can directly eat it with your fingers, and then lick the bottom of the bowl after eating. Now my stomach is finally much more comfortable, so I went to brush the bowl. I was already tired all afternoon, so I went straight to bed and threw my homework out of the clouds.

Fan Ya looked forward to the stars and the moon, and calculated that Teacher Cheng and Teacher Cao would come back today, and her mood obviously felt much better.

I forgot to write my homework last night, and in the third class in the morning, Mr. Hong found out and was punished for standing at the back of the classroom.

Fan Ya blushed and lowered her head, rubbing the hem of her school uniform with both hands, and rubbing one foot back and forth on the ground.

Fan Ya just stood diagonally behind Yao Jing, standing at the height of her bowed head, just enough to see Yao Jing sitting in front of her, her every move.

Yao Jing pulled the schoolbag out of the drawer for a while, stuffed it in for a while, took out the book for a while, took the book for a while, and threw a whole pile of books in the drawer to the ground.

The classroom window was just open, and a gust of wind blew, and the paper caught in the book fell off one after another.

Fan Ya's eyes widened and she saw a ten-yuan bill that had been folded and folded, floating at her feet with the wind.

Seeing the banknotes, Fan Ya's eyes were about to glow green, and she resolutely stretched out her foot and stepped on it, stepped on the soles of her feet, and then looked around in a panic, but no one looked at her. Finally, look at Yao Jing, who is squatting on the ground to clean up her things.

So Fan Ya squatted down and pressed the nervous pounding little heart. Quickly take out the money under the soles of your shoes and hold it in the palm of your hand. He also deliberately straightened his shoelaces again, pulled his trouser legs again, and then stood up with his hands in his trouser pockets. Looking at the back of the teacher in front of him, he was writing on the blackboard while lecturing.

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When she came home from school in the alleys, Fan Ya was already hungry, so she bought a five-yuan snack and ate it while walking.

Because this money is not above board, and the money spent is also a little weak, the food is a little slower, and it is almost home, and there is still a little left to eat.

Stuffed in her trouser pocket, when she got home, she saw that it was the same as yesterday at noon, and Fan Ya no longer had any hope for this fat grandmother. After eating those mouthfuls of clear soup and noodles, I drank all the soup and water, and went to take a nap after brushing the bowl. The little thing in his pocket was uncomfortable, so he took it out and stuffed it under his pillow.

Recently, Fan Ya's physical strength has obviously been a little exhausted, and her memory has also declined, and she can't get up from sleep. When she woke up, she was almost late, and in a hurry to go to school, she forgot about the snacks under her pillow.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the classroom, a female classmate with a pink bow asked Fan Ya to help, and handed a letter to Fan Ya's front desk before school, the handsome guy in our class.

To be continued......