Chapter 17 The Drought Gap

A few minutes after arriving at the uncle's house, the uncle took them to another family's house and saw a girl and Xiao Qi feeding water to an old man's house together.

"Xiao Qi, come here, you should all know each other." The uncle said happily, "I have something to tell you!" ”

When the girl stood up, Tang Wan couldn't help but shout: "Liao Min! "In the last days, a girl who treats herself coldly always mocks a coward who has no strength and will only hide behind her family. At that time, she was in her mother, and if she had pulled her mother, maybe her mother would not have died.

The girl didn't seem to hear anyone call her, "Grandma, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Open your eyes and look at me! Liao Min's grandmother opened her eyes and stared straight at her, and stretched out her hand to Tang Wan: "You are Miss Tang!" I'm sorry, I asked Uncle Liu to call you, if you want to blame me, blame me! I want my two children to come out of this place with you, and I have some money left over to use as your expenses and the children's living expenses until they reach the age of 18. I'm begging you! I don't want to drag them down. ”

Tang Wan thought that her parents were alive now, so she nodded, and her grandmother gave Tang Wan a wooden key. "This is what my mother gave me, and now I give it to you, and I hope you will treat them well."

Tang Wan hummed and agreed, and Liao Min's grandmother passed away, Tang Wan asked them to deal with the aftermath first, and then go to the uncle's house to gather in an hour.

When I returned to my uncle's house, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. Tang Wan recalled that there were a lot of left-behind children and lonely elderly people along the way, they shouldn't have much food, and wanted to distribute food to them, and she would probably go to Liu Xinmiao's house tomorrow, after all, she still had a few things to do.

When everyone gathered together, they said their thoughts, and casually gave Xiao Qi and the two of them a few arrangements for them to choose, but in the end they all chose to be with Tang Wan.

When I got back to my room, I locked the door and straightened out what I had done and what I was going to do. Tang Wan took a break, and naturally thought about it: Didn't the rebirth of the last days in the novel say that people who are reborn have a space or a golden finger? It seems that if you want to drop blood on an object, the wooden key should be fine, forget it, and get your own things stained with blood!

The knife was eliminated with fire, and with a trembling knife in his hand, his eyes closed, he made up his mind and quickly made a cut on the tip of his finger, and the blood dripped on the wooden key, but it flowed down from the wooden key, leaving a shallow blood stain.

Tang Wan hung her head and sighed dejectedly, "Alas! Sure enough, novels are still novels, and I can't fully believe them. "I took the wooden key to the kitchen, rinsed the blood stains on it with some bottled water, took out a paper towel to wipe off the remaining blood stains, wrapped it in a paper towel and put it in my pocket.

Lying on the bed, he turned on his mobile phone, and clicked on the message sent by his brother, showing that Tang Hai would arrive at Liu Xinmiao's house at about six o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow, and he should pay attention to safety, and he fell asleep when he looked at it.

Tang Hai arrived at the place where Tang Wan originally lived, looked at his mobile phone and there was no news, at this time his father sent a message, and Tang Hai felt temporarily put down in his heart.

Say to the woman who came downstairs, "Hello! I am Tang Wan's brother Tang Hai, I plan to leave for XX at noon tomorrow, if you also want to go, you can come with us at that time. Tang Hai said very politely to the woman who was going to follow him to XX to hold the baby as soon as they met.

The woman nodded and kept saying thank you until Tang Hai asked someone to help her to her room to rest. But before I could get back to my room, a phone rang.