After playing for a while, Junjun tried to pick up the fruit. The fruit was heavier than he expected, and more enthusiastic than he expected. Guoguo stuck out her wet tongue and licked Junjun's face enthusiastically.

The army was itchy and happy, and he was so happy that he got carried away all the more. Accidentally, I fell on the ass while holding Guoguo. When he rolled over and stood up, "pop", a subtle voice sounded in his ears.

"Oops!" Junjun shouted.

He remembered that he still had raw eggs in his pocket.

The moment Junjun was stunned, he already felt that his clothes were wet.

He smiled bitterly and propped up his body with his arms, and just as he was at a loss, Guoguo's head leaned over and began to lick the broken eggs.

"What's wrong?" Ah Qiao asked.

"The raw egg is broken." Junjun replied.

"Why do you have raw eggs in your pockets?"

"Because ......" Junjun glanced at Ah Qiao embarrassedly, and finally, he decided to confide in it, "I want to give it to you." ”

"Give me raw eggs?"

"Yes...... Yikes. Junjun felt his cheeks start to burn.

"Why? Do I seem to be a person who likes to eat raw eggs? ”

Junjun's cheeks were even hotter. There is an eighty-year-old grandfather in the village, and he preaches everywhere that the secret of health is to eat raw eggs. One raw egg a day, straight into your mouth. "Ba smack your mouth, you can still taste the sweetness of raw eggs." The old man spoke in tongues, and he spoke it to the fullest.

Ah Qiao asked, obviously thinking of the old man in the village.

Junjun's embarrassment was even greater because of this, he scratched the back of his head and hurriedly explained: "No, no. I, I just want to bring it to you, you cooked it in the morning, you can eat it for breakfast. My grandmother always said that eggs are nutritious, and one egg can block a bowl of rice. ”

Ah Qiao chuckled.

She has never been very clever in human affairs, but if she is willing to give her some clues, she is very good at reasoning. Junjun's words immediately made her think that Junjun wanted to repay her.

"Junjun, the person who gave you shoes is not me, yes, yes...... Archangel! ”

"Know, know, you're my little angel." The army is like a stream.

He's dyslexic, but he's not stupid. He has lived for many years, experienced many things, and has never seen an angel, so how can he believe in the existence of angels?

At first, because Ah Qiao said firmly, he was also skeptical.

Later, he brought home the precious pair of white shoes. Grandma closed the door viciously, pulled a piece of bamboo in her hand, and slapped him to the ground, hoping that he had stolen the shoes from whom.

He was in a hurry, so he said the words of the "archangel". He said it sincerely, because he was really afraid of being beaten by bamboo.

Grandma immediately laughed and told him not to talk about those useless people, there are good people and evil people in this world, but there is absolutely no "archangel". He suddenly settled down at that time, yes, there is no "archangel", only a good man A Qiao.

So, Junjun 1510 told grandma about the cause and effect of the shoes.

Grandma was stunned for a long time, and repeatedly asked several details that were insignificant in the eyes of the army, such as "Your squad leader does not allow you to sign up?" "The reason is that you don't have sneakers?" Wait, in the end, Grandma sighed, pulled up Junjun who had fallen to the ground, and hugged him for the first time, for a long, long time.