Chapter 3: The Wind Blows

The fool stayed in the woodshed and played with the door there all the time.

The weather in Beijing is changing, the morning is the big sun, before noon, the sun suddenly does not know where to go, the dark clouds run over in a gang, and with a strong wind, after a burst of trees and dust, it is raining down.

Han Momo heard the movement and quickly stopped the game.

If the wood shed leaks rain, that fool will get wet!

She pushed open the door of the wood shed, and saw that there were raindrops ticking down on the top, and he was catching the raindrops with the palm of his hand, and let the rain bloom in his palm, and he was fascinated by it.

Han Momo felt pitiful, and ignored the potential danger, and led him into the house.

"Just sit here." She moved a small bench for him to sit down, took a dry towel to dry his hair, wiped his hands clean, and handed him a lollipop: "Sit still, I'll buy it for you if you're obedient." If you move, you will never be allowed to enter the house again. ”

"Oh." He nodded obediently, and studied it carefully with his stick, as if he had seen a strange trick.

When the noon break came, Han Momo turned around, and the brother was still sitting there quietly, with the lollipop held in front of him, spinning and spinning, as a kaleidoscope.

Being able to stay motionless for hours is better than sitting on your own!

Han Momo's soft heart was eroded by pity again, this fool is really more obedient than kindergarten children, his parents abandoned him, let him freeze and starve outside, how can he be willing?

She took him outside for a beautiful meal of noodles.

The proprietress of the noodle restaurant rented next to her house, recognized her, and joked: "Momo, in fact, you are not bad, there is still hope for a golden beetle son-in-law." Don't abuse yourself, no matter how lonely and lonely you are, don't recruit such a door-to-door son-in-law. ”

"Aunt Zhang, can't I recognize a younger brother?" She replied.

"Then you still have to wash his face and feet?" The proprietress circled around the fool and reached out to ruffle his hair to see what he looked like.

As if he was enraged, he threw his chopsticks and walked out directly.

"Yo, it's not a small temper!" The hostess was taken aback.

Han Momo glanced at her and stood up: "People also have self-esteem, don't be open-mouthed." ”

"Fools can understand people?"

"The problem is that you're not speaking human language!" Han Momo hurriedly took another bite and chased him out.

The fool stood by the side of the road with his head bowed, outlining the brick joints with his feet,

"Are you angry?"

He remained silent and continued to paint his seams.

Han Momo took his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, okay?" ”

"Not good. I'm not a brother. I'm my brother. His mouth pursed.

"Then you will be the elder brother, and I will be the younger sister." Han Momo laughed, children don't like to be small, they have to be big.

"But, brother, you have to be like my brother." She added.

So she led him to the barbershop, where he shaved his beard and cut his hair.

When the barber ruffled his hair and saw the projection of his eyes in the mirror, she almost missed it.

Those eyes are as deep as the starry sky, bright, very pure, and very focused, and can wash people's minds blank at once.

Looking at his face again, it is difficult to find such a perfect match in the world, and I am afraid that those stars who smile will be ashamed of themselves in front of him.

Really, she only sighed in her heart when she saw it-

Heaven is stingy, never willing to give the best of everything to the same person, and if you give him such a handsome look, you will find a way to take away more important things from him, such as intelligence.

She took him to a public bath, asked someone to take a shower for him, and then changed him into new clothes.

When he came out of the bathroom, she felt a strong wind blowing in her face, and if she wasn't reserved enough, she would have pounced.

The figure of the athlete is magnificent, but the temperament is quiet and gentle.

If he doesn't speak, no one will think that he is a fool, only that he is a battle descended from heaven.

Others walked over, their eyes still on him, and she suddenly felt a sense of pride.

At this time, even if you have nothing, if you have him, you have all the pride.