After saying this, I regretted it a little, and I felt a little guilty in my heart, and I always felt that I was not authentic, and I was a little bit of a bully for other people's little girls.

Even I didn't know why I said that, but she didn't seem to be angry, she just looked at me, and her expression wasn't angry, and she couldn't say what it was. Anyway, it still looks stupid.

I was looked at by her, and the awkwardness in my heart came up again, so I simply looked at her.

It's just that in the face of her clean eyes, I look at it and feel empty, I feel like I've done something wrong, my dad wants to clean me up, and I stubbornly confront him like I still feel weak in the end.

Another muffled thunder rolled through the sky, and I was finally defeated, and I had a feeling of being convinced that when the thunder rolled over, I suddenly stretched out my hand, grabbed her hand, and said very perfunctorily: "Then you come in." ”

As I spoke, I pulled her into the room, I felt her hand cold, and the moment my hand grabbed her, her fingers seemed to be unintentional, holding my hand, tightening.

I felt weird that I was going to say that kind of thing before, and then I dragged someone into the room, and I didn't look like a principled hero at all, and I wanted to pat myself on the head a few times in frustration.

After all, he was a little boy, and he couldn't face the special awkwardness of his age, so after pulling her into the house, I simply turned on the light and shouted, "Mom." Then he glanced back at her.

Originally, I wanted to say, you just stand there and don't move, but I was very impressed that under the white light of the living room, the water on her body quickly left wet marks on the concrete floor, and she did not enter the stranger's house with fear and discomfort, but looked into my eyes, with a happy sense of gratitude, which made me a little embarrassed, and I couldn't say anything when it came to my mouth.

My mother got up quickly, with a hazy sleepiness, no one came out, but the voice came first: "What's wrong?" Son, are you afraid of thunder? ”

Then my father's somewhat impatient voice also came: "Ye Zhengling, you stinky boy won't stop in the middle of the night, see if Lao Tzu doesn't smoke you." ”

I was really anxious, how could I have such parents, I shouted loudly: "How can I be afraid of thunder? Mom, come out quickly. "When I said that I was not afraid of thunder, I also deliberately straightened my chest, I didn't look at her behind me, I just felt that I was a hero again, as for my dad, I didn't have to pay attention to him.

My mother came out quickly, first she didn't wake up and didn't react to look at me, then I saw her behind me, and she woke up all of a sudden, and then the expression on her face immediately softened, and her eyes were full of a softness that I had never seen before, and she walked in front of her at once, grabbed her with some distress, and asked, "Why did you come to Auntie's house?" ”

"Mom goes to work, it's thundering outside, and I'm scared." She spoke, her voice was still soft like glutinous rice cakes, sticky, and it made people feel soft when she listened to it.

I snorted in a sneer, refusing to admit that the glutinous rice cake was not only sticky, but also sweet, and it was impossible for this kind of voice to come out of my throat anyway.

I don't know what kind of psychology I said, "What a coward, knocking on my door." ”

She stood there with a little fear, and said to my mother, "I knocked on someone's door too, but they didn't open it." ”

In a word, my mother was a soft intestine, and then my mother was 'snapped' on the buttocks, and turned her head and yelled at me viciously: "Go to sleep, you should really let your dad clean you up." Oh yes, you sleep in the sand. Then he turned his head to look at her, and his appearance became soft and distressed.

I didn't expect my mother to have this ability, and it's not a taste to look at her in my heart like a Sichuan opera changing face, why is she so cruel to me and so good to her? Or is it not my mom anymore?

Thinking of my mother's 'traitor', I walked awkwardly to the sand, and as soon as I lay down, my father also came out and looked at her standing in the room, a little surprised, and just wanted to make a sound, my mother said to him: "Don't scare the child." ”

I scolded in my heart, every time you get angry with me, you yell at me to lift the roof, and you join my dad to clean me up, aren't you afraid of scaring me?

But I didn't want my dad to be really silent, my mom walked over and whispered something to my dad, and gradually my dad looked at her and became softer, I had never seen my dad show me this kind of expression, my heart was sour like something.

I couldn't help but look up and make a grinning 'grimace' at her, who was still standing there, but I didn't want her to not be afraid, but to smile at me, as if something interesting had happened.

I was so frustrated that I buried my head in the sand, hammered my hand on the sand, and I didn't know how to express it.

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Later that night, I fell asleep on the sand at home, and when I woke up, I had an extra pillow under my head and an extra towel quilt on my body, and the house was quiet, and my dad's familiar snoring echoed in the house, and they hadn't woken up yet.

Is she still in my house? I don't know why, I thought of this, I was still a little confused, but I turned over all of a sudden, and ran to my parents' house to take a look, they were still sleeping, I ran to my room to take a look, she was still there, just sleeping in my bed, breathing quietly, the sound was small, the room was quiet as if no one was there.

At this time, her head and face had been washed, and she was wearing a clean dress that my mother was too small, and she was covered with my little quilt, and her body was curled up in a ball, as if she was a little pitiful, and she fell asleep quietly.

Compared to my summer vacation, she was sunburned like a piece of mud, she was so white, her sleeping side face, and her long eyelashes fell on her face, more like a doll.

I didn't know what to think, so I walked to the bed, stretched out my hand to touch her white and tender face, I have never seen such a white girl, I have seen such a tender face, I just want to simply touch it, to see what is different from myself?

But I didn't want to be at this time, there was a movement in my parents' room, I was so frightened that I ran out of the room at once, and quickly lay down on the sand, and my mother got up.

Later, I fell asleep again in a daze, as if I heard my mother come back, and I was not sure that her mother seemed to be coming, and when I woke up again, she was no longer in my house, and I didn't know when I was carried to the bed to sleep, and the bed was full of a smell that was not mine, which made me feel awkward.

But seeing that she was gone, there was also an indescribable little loss in my heart.

This day is the first day I met her, and once the person who is destined has a beginning, after that, fate will definitely make each other often appear in each other's lives.

Since that day, she has become a 'regular' in my house.

I don't know what 'agreement' my mom and her dad made, but she would come to my house often to eat and occasionally sleep when her mom wasn't home.

My mom and dad seem to like her very much, and they are all kinds of pleasant to her, and as for me, they seem to be all kinds of unpleasant.

I have to admit that she is indeed very well-behaved, at such a young age, she knows how to help my mother wipe the table, do what she can, and do it well, compared to me, who only knows crazy play all day long, the more my parents 'don't like it'.

My parents don't like me, I don't like her, but she doesn't know what's going on, and she always likes to follow my ass.

I don't like to take her with me, who likes to have a little tail, stupid, timid walking behind me like this? I love to play, and she doesn't seem to like to play, every time she stands far from me, looking at me, as if she is not bored to watch, she just doesn't walk away.

I wish she could go to the tree and talk to herself next to the grass like she used to, but she still can't!

I didn't dare to get rid of her, unless I wanted to be 'roared by the lion of Hedong' by my mother, or served by my father's iron sand palm.

But it seems that in addition to me, the crazy friends with me like her very much, including Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng, the two 'traitors', and they don't bully her, occasionally I am fierce to her, and Zhou Zheng will say to me: "So pitiful, Ye Zhengling, let's not bully her." ”

As for Chen Chong, he occasionally smiled and gave her candy to eat.

Wretched? Where is the pity? You're just here to do it right with me, right? My parents like her, my friends like her, I have a feeling of 'not living', but fortunately, there is Kesai to comfort me every day.

She also seemed to like my Kesai helmet, but I never let her touch it, and she didn't annoy that occasionally when it was just the two of us alone, she would follow me, in her glutinous rice voice, holding a flower in her hand that I didn't recognize, and say to me, "My name is Xin Yi, and my mother said that Xin Yi flower means." ”

Who knows what kind of flower is Xinyi flower? Whenever this happens, I feel the urge to hit the wall, how many times has this been repeated? She seemed stubborn about what I remembered.

But my impatient appearance couldn't stop her, she would hold up the flower in her hand and say to me, "Xinyi flowers are wildflowers and magnolia flowers, and my mother said that there will be a lot of them on the side of the road." ”

That's it? The flowers in the sun are actually very beautiful, just like her in those years

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