Huang Tinghui glanced at the little girl a few times.

He didn't expect that the little girl, who looked much better than before, would have her own foodie gene.

Foodies are good!

It's a blessing to be able to eat.

But for Huang Tinghui, who is now full and hungry.

He just wanted to seriously tell the little girl what it means to follow "Brother Huang mixes, hungry three times a day".

"Brother Tinghui, wait a minute!" The little girl seemed to remember something.

She opened the door of the thatched hut and carefully took out a bag of millet from the inside.

He looked cautious and anxious, as if he was afraid that the "priceless treasure" in his hand would be robbed by someone.

"Brother Tinghui, the bag of millet that I exchanged for ginseng, and three taels of silver!"

"Here you go!"

The little girl handed Huang Tinghui three taels of silver and a bag of millet that she had exchanged for ginseng without reservation.

At that moment, Huang Tinghui was stunned.

There was a trickle of warmth flowing in the bottom of his heart, I don't know why, looking at the little girl who handed over the silver and millet.

Huang Tinghui only felt that the bottom of his heart was wrapped in warmth.

Unreserved trust!

How could there be such a pure and flawless girl in this world?

is still a girl who is hated and bullied by the world, and she will give everything she has.

All to yourself!

Hasn't the little girl ever thought that people in this world are unpredictable?

Huang Tinghui doesn't know what the girls in this world and this era are like.

But he believes that in the afterlife, such girls will be almost extinct.

Looking at the little girl's pure eyes, Huang Tinghui took the three taels of silver and a bag of millet.

The little girl actually breathed a long sigh of relief, and she smiled so warmly.

"Little girl, aren't you afraid that I will be greedy for all this money and eat this bag of millet!"

"Drove you away?" Huang Tinghui couldn't help but look at Wu Feilian and asked.

The little girl's head shook like a rattle, and she just replied, "Brother Tinghui gave me a nest head!" ”

"Xiaolian ate so much yesterday!"

"It's fun!"

There is such a person in the world, and you give him a little sunshine.

Maybe just a little sunshine, but for that person.

That's her whole world.

And the girl who fell into the mud in the autumn rain yesterday, she saw the first light in her life.

This light illuminated her heart.

At that moment, Huang Tinghui inexplicably felt sorry for the little girl in front of him.

"Let's go cook!"

"I ate a small nest yesterday, it's not enough!"

"Make millet porridge and eat it!"

Without saying anything, Huang Tinghui took the little girl's hand and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Make a fire and cook!

The fire fold ignited the dry igniter, and Huang Tinghui put the firewood into the stove.

The orange flames were beating, waiting for the little girl to put the millet in the stove.

Huang Tinghui, who had done everything, looked up and saw that the little girl was gently carrying the bag of millet.

She filled one broken bowl to the brim, and the other contained only a little millet.

The girl even felt that there was a lot of millet in the broken bowl, so she poured half of the millet in the broken bowl and put it in the millet bag.

Huang Tinghui didn't know what he meant.

"Xiaolian, what are you doing here?" Huang Tinghui asked a little strangely.

"Xiaolian is a girl, she is young, and she can't eat much."

"I poured too much just now, wasting millet!" The girl tied the millet bag with a rope and tied it firmly.

For fear that he would not be tied tightly, the millet bag sprinkled rice grains.

"And what is this bowl?" Huang Tinghui asked, pointing to another broken bowl full of pieces.

"This is Brother Tinghui's, Brother Tinghui is a man, you have to eat more so that you won't go hungry!"

The simple little girl said very seriously.

Huang Tinghui looked at Wu Feilian with mixed feelings in his heart.

There is an indescribable feeling.

After a while, Huang Tinghui stood up, he poured out half of the millet in his small broken bowl and put it in the little girl's broken bowl.

"I will eat as much as you want!"

"There is no such thing as more or less!"

Huang Tinghui knows that reasoning with the little girl will inevitably make no sense.

has been poisoned by feudal society for more than ten years, and some of the little girl's behaviors can't be changed for a while.

"But, Brother Tinghui ......" The little girl raised her head and looked at Huang Tinghui.

"In my family, my brother's words are the rules."

Huang Tinghui said to the little girl in a "domineering president" tone.

The little girl was defeated and retreated.

Put some wild vegetables in the stove pot, cover the pot and cook for a while.

When I opened the lid of the pot again, there was a smell of millet porridge.

Huang Tinghui, who hadn't eaten for a long time, moved his index finger for a while.

Dividing the millet porridge equally into two broken bowls, Huang Tinghui got a broken table.

Two broken bowls were placed on the broken table.

"Xiaolian, come and eat!" Huang Tinghui greeted.

The little girl didn't move her footsteps, she looked at Huang Tinghui, and said a little timidly: "It's okay, brother!" ”

"Xiaolian doesn't sit here, the girl should be standing when she eats!"

Hearing the little girl say this, Huang Tinghui sighed.

What a girl who has been poisoned by feudal society.

"Don't you remember what I just said?"

"In my family, my brother's words are the rules." Huang Tinghui feigned anger.

Seeing that Huang Tinghui was angry, the little girl sat in her position with some trepidation.

"That's good!"

"Eat quickly, it's not enough for me to have some here!" Huang Tinghui smiled and touched the little girl's hair, like coaxing a child.

"Hmm!" Wu Feilian nodded sweetly, and she picked up the broken bowl in her hand.

I took small sips and drank it.

It's been her life, it's been so long since she's been in this world.

The best millet porridge to drink.

Outside the thatched house, the autumn wind was blowing, and Xiao Nizi rushed in front of Huang Tinghui to wash the broken bowls and stoves.

Huang Tinghui, who saw this scene, sighed slightly, full of guilt.

By this time, it was already dark.

And so the day passed!

This time, the little girl refused to allow Huang Tinghui to spend another night in the kitchen.

In desperation, Huang Tinghui could only chant "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color", and lay next to the little girl.

The night was dark, and it seemed to be raining lightly outside the thatched hut.

Listening to the autumn wind blowing "Huhuhu", I thought that the second uncle wanted Aunt Liu to be the matchmaker.

Huang Tinghui was upset for a while, and he couldn't sleep.

At this time, the little girl lying in the other quilt had fallen asleep.

Huang Tinghui couldn't sleep left and right, he tried to cross the little girl, got up and boiled the kettle to drink.

At this time, a dream came over, and the little girl suddenly curled up.

Her little hands held her head, like a baby.

However, with the faint light, Huang Tinghui could clearly see that the little girl's expression was extremely painful and frightened.

"Daddy, don't hit me, don't hit me!"

"It hurts, it hurts! Daddy, Xiaolian hurts so much! ”

"Xiaolian is not a monster, Xiaolian is really not a monster!"

"Mother, don't sell Xiaolian, don't sell Xiaolian!"

"Xiaolian can work, Xiaolian can cook, wash clothes, and farm......"

"Mother, don't sell Xiaolian, you can do whatever you want Xiaolian to do......"

In the dream, Xiaolian's body was trembling, and her little hands held the sheet tightly, as if she was afraid that as long as she let go of her hand, she would be sold by her parents as goods.

It was like a sharp steel needle stabbing Huang Tinghui's heart fiercely.

Looking at Wu Feilian's painful and delicate appearance, Huang Tinghui was extremely distressed.

What kind of suffering has this delicate little girl experienced!

What a gloomy hell she spent in those ten years!

Involuntarily, Huang Tinghui hugged Wu Feilian.

He gently patted the little girl's back and comforted over and over again: "It won't be sold, it won't be sold!" ”

Hearing Huang Tinghui's comfort, Wu Feilian's painful expression eased slightly.

The hand that gripped the sheet slowly loosened.

Looking at the little girl curled up in a ball like a baby, Huang Tinghui whispered in her ear: "Little girl, don't be afraid! ”

"From now on, I won't let people beat you anymore, and I won't let people bully you anymore!"

"Whoever dares to bully you, I will fight with him!"

Huang Tinghui's voice fell, the little girl moved slightly, her sandalwood lips opened slightly, "Brother Tinghui......"

In that tone, there is an indescribable dependence and attachment.

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