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"What?" Wei Qing was stunned again, and said in his heart: "This kid, his thinking is too meticulous!" ”

Seeing that Wei Qing was unmoved, the child seemed a little disappointed, and a sense of disappointment that was turned away filled his big watery eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Brother Qing, aren't you hungry?" Still, he didn't retract his raised arm.

Wei Qing's heart moved, warm feelings flowed into his heart, he couldn't bear to disobey the other party's kindness, so he had to take the bowl of pot. "It's so good, I can't imagine that in this unfamiliar place, you can still eat hot pots..."

Immersed in the time of enjoying the good food, his gobbling up appearance means that he has thrown away all his guard, and he is no longer worried about what killers are not killers, let alone that there will be weirdness in this meal.

While Wei Qing was eating, the child squatted in front of him, watching him swallow food with relish.

"Isn't it delicious?" The child asked.

Wei Qing swallowed the food in his mouth, "It's delicious." With that, he continued to stuff his mouth with food.

"This is made by my mother, and her craftsmanship is very good, and I like to eat my mother's food the most."

As soon as he heard the word 'mother', Wei Qing suddenly thought of his mother again. "My mom's skills are also very good, and I like to eat my mom's cooking the most!"

"How many kinds of food does your mom make?" The child asked.

Wei Qing said casually: "Let's say that there are hundreds of species!" How many kinds of food does your mom make? ”

The boy said, "My mother cooks all the food in the world, and she is the world's top chef!" In the last Asian Chef Competition, my mother won the top three rankings..."As she spoke, the child's face was filled with a deep admiration for her mother.

couldn't help but Wei Qing was also happy for this child, of course, he wouldn't be envious. "My mom isn't a top chef, she hasn't competed in any competitions, she's just my mom, it's as simple as that," he says. ”

One big and one small, the two boys had a good conversation. Even Wei Qing himself couldn't have imagined that he could have a common language with children.

Soon, a large bowl of food was eaten by Wei Qing, and there was not even any residue left.

Wei Qing, with a grateful face, said kindly: "Little friend, thank you for your food, it's my honor to meet you, you're a friend, I'm done!" If it's convenient, can you invite me to visit your home? ”

The child was shy and sorry, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, I think it's not convenient for the time being." After a pause, the child explained: "My father has not returned from a business trip, and now there are only two people at home, my mother and me. Therefore, it is not convenient to receive outsiders. ”

This child, although he is young, speaks like a little adult. It is estimated that although his age is not as old as Wei Qing, his psychological maturity must be no younger than Wei Qing; He is even more mature than most adults.

"Hehe..."With a sneer, Wei Qing was embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt." ”

The child didn't care, smiled kindly, and said, "It's okay, I will definitely invite Brother Qing to my house another day, and I will ask my mother to cook a lot of delicious food to entertain you..."

"Really? Then I'm so looking forward to it! Wei Qing's face was excited, and his heart was full of anticipation.

However, the anticipation was only a fleeting moment, and then it disappeared!

He was still in danger of being surrounded by trouble, and he believed that he should not have as much contact as possible with others, lest he should lead the troubles of the new world to others.

After eating, he returned the bowl to the child, patted his belly with unsatisfied feelings, and found a comfortable position to half-lie on the chair. "Finally full, hiccup—" and a long belching was unfinished. He enjoyed this special lunch, he didn't think it was a handout, he thought it was a bridge of friendship...

The child, after taking the bowl, was not in a hurry to leave, but continued to chat.

Wei Qing asked, "Little friend, I've known you for so long, and I don't know what your name is!" If it's convenient, can you tell me? ”

"My name is Lala."

"Lala!" Wei Qing was surprised, repeated a sentence, and said: "This name has a strong Western flavor!" He remembered that one of the three children just now was named Lala, and it turned out to be the little child in front of him.

The child smiled shyly, blushed, and explained, "Actually, Lala is not my name..."

Wei Qing subconsciously asked, "Then what's your name?" "He was so curious.

The child continued: "My surname is Feng, and my full name is Fengla, but because it has always been popular to repeat the word nickname, my mother calls me Lala, and other people call me that. ”

"I see!" Wei Qing suddenly realized and pulled a long tail note. I couldn't help but ridicule, boasting and saying: "In this way, your nickname is much better than your name..."

The child smiled, "Thanks for the compliment!" He laughed innocently. In the cold temperature, her face is red and her eyes are bright, and she is very cute.

"Lala—"

"Huh?"

"Aren't you tired from squatting there?" Seeing Feng La squatting on the ground all the time, Wei Qing was a little distressed.

"Not tired."

"Come and sit!" Wei Qing pointed to the little Mazha next to him.

Looking at the dirty little Mazha covered with mycin, Feng La was blunt and said clearly: "It's too dirty, I don't sit." Then he explained, "If the clothes get dirty, my mother will have a hard time cleaning them..."

"Hehe..."Wei Qing smiled lightly, thinking: "What a sensible child, he thinks about his mother everywhere!" Thinking of this, pity began to flood again, and he got up and pointed to his chair, and said, "You can sit in a chair, and it may be better." ”

"No need!" Feng La politely declined and said, "It's better for Brother Qing to sit, I'll just squat." ”

Wei Qing smacked his tongue and said in his heart: "Oh my God, what a likable child, really sensible..." My legs are more comfortable than the couch! ”

Maybe it was not suitable for Wei Qing's excessive cordiality, Feng La politely declined again, "Thank you Brother Qing for your kindness, I'll just squat..."

was rejected twice, and Wei Qing had no choice but to stop reluctantly.

In fact, the reason why Feng La didn't sit on the chair was because the chair was very dirty, and the mycin on it couldn't be wiped clean no matter how Wei Qing wiped it. He was worried that if he got his clothes dirty, it would be difficult for his mother to clean them. He didn't sit on Wei Qing's lap, it was because Wei Qing's kindness was a bit too much, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Lala—"

"Huh?"

"How old are you?"

"Eight."

"It's a third of me..."

"What third...?"

"It's just... It is... It's just that you're still young, and you have more time than anyone else to learn and grow..."

Feng La scratched his cerebellum, looking like he didn't understand. "Brother Qing, you speak so profoundly!" As if boasting, he continued, "I don't understand." ”

"Uh-!!" Wei Qing smacked his tongue for this, couldn't help but reach out and touch Feng La's red little face, and smiled softly: "Oh my God, you are so cute..."

Two boys, one big and one young, chatted very speculatively.

Gradually, as the two chatted, their relationship became closer, and they simply became bosom friends who talked about everything. They are together, playing and playing together, which is very pleasant, so they love each other even more. It is not so much that Feng La is just met by Wei Qing, but it is more appropriate to say that they are brothers with each other.

Finally, Feng La, whose squatting legs and feet were numb, also offered to use Wei Qing's legs as a couch. Wei Qing also gladly accepted.

In fact, becoming a bosom friend with a child who talks about everything is somewhat beyond Wei Qing's expectations. In Lala's innocent eyes, in his honest treatment, Wei Qing saw his own shadow, and even, he once felt that this psychologically mature little boy was so similar to himself.

Perhaps, when Lara grows up, he will also become a righteous person with a righteous heart, and he will have a strong sense of compassion... This can be glimpsed from the fact that he sent food to Wei Qing! He will have a strong heart of righteousness and courage, perhaps, one night in the future, he will draw a knife to help when he sees injustice, thus causing a catastrophe, so that he ends up in Wei Qing's current situation...

For Wei Qing, in addition to the tension after the war, it is also a very comfortable thing to be able to meet a close friend.

As the two talked, Wei Qingzheng gradually felt that he was back to his previous life, back to the life before he met Ling Yan...

However, hours earlier, in the heat of the battle, he could never have imagined that he would be redeemed from displacement and misery so quickly.

Perhaps, the little child in front of him was sent down by God to bring him some comfort and encouragement when he was nervous and uneasy.

The battlefield is full of devastation and blood, and the breath of death is very strong, which makes people tremble in the depths of their souls! Outside the battlefield, there is peace and tranquility, simple people, everyone is honest with each other, and they enjoy every peaceful day with their hearts.

Before you know it, the sun is in the west, and finally, the sun in the west sinks on the horizon of the far west...

The happy conversation was about to end, and the extremely tired Wei Qing was already drowsy.

Maybe it was because he had been in a state of mind for too long, or maybe he saw the tiredness on Wei Qing's face, Feng La was ready to get up and say goodbye!

"Brother Qing, the time with you is so beautiful, I really want to talk to you like this all the time, but it's late now, my mother will worry about me, so I'm going home. I'm looking forward to seeing you again, goodbye, Brother Qing! ”

"Goodbye, Lala!" Wei Qing got up.

"Well, goodbye! Brother Qing, please stay. Bonla turned, leaving a thin back.

Wei Qing was reluctant to see Feng La's departure.

At this point, this idle chatter that lasted for about half a day finally came to an end.

After Feng pulled away, Wei Qing stood alone in the courtyard and felt a lot. The impression left by Fengla was so deep that it was hard to imagine that an eight-year-old child could have such a mature psychology and wisdom.

Perhaps, this is not maturity, but personal cultivation!

But in any case, he was very impressed.

"Oh my God!" A long sigh came out of his mouth again, "Oh my God, the personal cultivation of children nowadays is too deep!" It seems that in ten years, the world will be theirs..."With this emotion, a look of vicissitudes appeared in his eyes. This is a kind of loneliness that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves are shot to death on the beach.

Standing for a moment, Wei Qing turned around and walked back into the house.

He was so tired that he needed to get enough sleep to keep himself in good spirits.

Inside, in the bedrooms on either side, there was a large bed, however, the bed was already damp and moldy because it was uninhabited.

"Oh my God, what's this called! I can't even say...!! Looking at the bed covered with penicillin, Wei Qing went crazy. Alas! Sighing helplessly, he thought of Fengla again, and muttered casually: "Lala is so cute!" If he could provide me with a place to sleep, it would be even more lovely! ”

As soon as the words came out, listening to his unbearable words, Wei Qing was instantly stunned!

He didn't know when he started to become dependent on the little child Fengla.

"Oh my God, oh my God, what's wrong with me? I can't even tell what this is called! He shook his head for a while, shaking off the distracting thoughts in his heart. Dragging his exhausted body, he began to take care of the bed...

In fact, his dependence on Fengla is also very humane, and when people are in distress, they will always have a sense of dependence on the people around them who may have helped them.

"Oh my God, oh my God, this is a little too wet!! Oh my goodness, so many spiders...!! Damn it, cockroaches...."

While taking care of the damp bed, he complained from time to time.

Here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the air is humid, which is very suitable for living and working in peace and contentment. But at one point, dampness is also invading everything...

Gradually, Wei Qing became accustomed to the small insects that ran out from time to time, even if a certain big spider crawled on his body, he didn't think so. It's just that I am dedicated to taking care of the bed, and strive to be able to lie down in the warm and comfortable quilt as soon as possible...

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