"........." The little girl heard Ashmida's words, glanced at him faintly, and then stuffed the rice balls into her mouth. At the moment when the rice ball was entered, the little girl's eyes widened, she quickly chewed the rice ball in her mouth, and stretched out her hand to another rice ball, and did not wait for the food in her mouth to swallow, she picked it up and sent it to her mouth, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Are today's kids so bold?!" The corners of his mouth twitched, and while the little girl in front of him ignored him, he was a little hurt and dissatisfied, and at the same time, some emotions in the little girl's heart shocked him.

Loneliness, indifference is just the surface, hidden in the depths is indifference and numbness, for their own qiē doesn't matter, for the one around you doesn't matter, I don't know why I live, just numb survival, day after day.

This is the first time he has felt this kind of emotion in such a young child, judging from her life activities, the child is only 9 years old in physical age, what has happened to a 9-year-old child to become like this?!!

Moreover, at that moment, Ashmida saw some pictures from the little girl, which made him angry, the girl was walking on the street, all the pedestrians on the road were far away with fear and disgust on their faces, and the little girl walked alone on the "empty and unmanned" street with a cold and immature little face.

"Woooooooooooo

Suddenly, the little girl let out a whimper, pulling Ashmida back from her thoughts.

I saw the little girl desperately hanging her chest, it seemed that she was choking, she picked up the water hose and wanted to pull out the plug, but because of the choking, she couldn't use her strength, and she couldn't pull it out after a while. The face is getting redder and redder, red and purple, and it looks like it's about to be a cup.

The little girl felt empty in her hands, and then a water hose with the plug unplugged reached her, and when she looked up, she saw a gentle and smiling face.

"Take it and drink it." Ashmida scratched his hair a little speechlessly, he was really a little relieved about this kind of psychologically traumatized child.

"Gollum." The little girl unceremoniously snatched the water hose and poured it up.

"Drink slowly, no one will rob you." Ashmida smiled helplessly and said softly.

But the little girl, as if she had not heard Ashmida's words, poured water into it as she poured, and only after the food in her throat had swallowed it did she stop her movements, exhale, and throw down the water hose with a blank face, and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey!!" Ashmida was stunned for a moment, a little surprised by the little girl's behavior of ignoring him like this, and then shook his body, blocked in front of the little girl, and said helplessly: "Little guy, you ate the old man's dinner like this, don't you have anything to say to the old man?" ”

"........." The little girl raised her head, her dusty little face was full of indifference, she glanced at Ashmida lightly, then bypassed Ashmida and walked forward.

"Little guy, the old man can be regarded as giving you a full meal." Ashmida made persistent efforts, and once again blocked in front of the little girl without any anger, squatted down, maintained the same level of sight as the little girl, and said with a wry smile: "Don't you even say a word of thanks to the old man?" ”

"........." The little girl's eyes gradually changed from indifference to impatience as she watched Ashmida, and Ashmida suddenly felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, the little girl picked up her small fist and punched Ashmida in the face.

The fist was so powerful and powerful that there was no doubt that the consequences of this lap on the body were enough to make a middle-aged man lie on the bed for half a month. What shocked Ashamida even more was the spiritual power wrapped in his fist, which was very huge in both quality and quantity. Although the methods used are very crude, for a mere 9-year-old girl, this is already a genius.

The little girl is like this punch to beat all the so-called adults in the world who tried to expel her, when she went to the store to get food when she was hungry, when the store manager tried to stop her, she also punched him quietly, and the chattering guy in front of her is probably the kung fu of such a punch.

But to the little girl's surprise, her confident fist was actually blocked by a finger!

“…… Little one..."Ashmida stretched out his index finger against the little girl's fist, and a hint of anger appeared on his always gentle face, and he curled his finger and slammed it on the little girl's forehead.

"Hmm! It hurts. The little girl covered her red forehead and let out a cry of pain, although she said so, but looking at her expressionless face, and her emotionless voice, people couldn't help but wonder if she was really in pain.

"When talking to others, you can't punch someone in the face because you are impatient............" Ashmida had to preach to the little girl with a stern face, the little girl wanted to leave or resisted several times, but was suppressed by Ashmida with a snap of her fingers, and in the end, the little girl also realized that she was not Ashmida's opponent, so she didn't resist, and listened to Ashmida's preaching honestly.

After about half an hour, Ashamida stopped preaching.

"........." The little girl still maintained a blank face, as if she was indifferent to Ashmida's preaching, she glanced at Ashmida lightly, and slowly opened her mouth and said, "I...... Can...... to go...... Got it? ”

The little girl's voice was very hoarse, probably because she hadn't spoken for too long, and she spoke intermittently and with great difficulty.

Seeing this, Ashmida couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seemed that his previous preaching had not been able to disrupt the little girl's steps at all, and it was useless at all.

"Little one, you ate the old man's dinner, so you have to work for the old man to compensate for it." Ashmida pointed to the half-built house on the side, and said with a smile, "You can come and help the old man in the next few days." ”

“…… Don't want to. The little girl glanced at the unfinished house and shook her head with a cold expression.

"The old man will take care of the food, and if you do well, there will be a reward." Ashmida smiled faintly, waved his hand, carved out his space, took out a few small snacks originally prepared for Orange Meow, and handed them to the little girl.

“……… Delicious. The little girl took the snack, saw the delicate appearance of the snack, her plain eyes crossed a ripple, put the dessert in her mouth, her eyes narrowed, and she said softly for a while.

"So, can you help?" Seeing the little girl's watch, Ashmida nodded lightly and asked with a smile.

“………… Well. The little girl looked at the snack in her hand, and after looking at Ashmida, she thought that her strength could not compete with this strange guy in front of her, and if she wanted to leave, this guy would definitely not let her go, and the food he brought was indeed delicious, and she was very free, so she nodded.

"Well, I'll give you a lot of advice over the next few days." Seeing that the little girl agreed, Ashmida breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he showed a bright smile and stretched out his hand to the little girl. "Little one."

“……… Well. The little girl looked at Ashmida's outstretched palm but didn't know what he wanted to do, just nodded slightly, looking at the smiling face that was so dazzling even in the dim forest, she didn't know why an unknown feeling surged in her heart, she felt that her future would be changed because of this nagging guy in front of her.

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PS1: This Lori is not the original of the poor road.,Everyone should know it.,When I wrote this,,The poor road can't help but sigh.,Time is really a pig-killing knife.,A three-no Lori grew up and became a .........

PS2: Although I'm depressed, but Poor Road won't delay the update, but if the situation escalates, Poor Road may not be in the mood to write it down, I originally wanted to code out a chapter tonight to save the manuscript, but now I don't have any thoughts at all, and my heart is blocked to death, depressed.