After school at half past four in the afternoon, Fei Ming packed up his things, thought about it, and decided to go to He Qingqing's house to see He Qingqing, who had a fever.

He was worried that the old lady of the He family would refuse to take Qingqing to see a doctor.

Just as he was about to leave, his junior brother Su Hao caught up with him with his mobile phone: "Senior brother, senior brother, watch this live broadcast, is it the poor little girl in your class!" ”

Su Hao showed him his phone.

I saw that on the screen, a little girl was wearing a thin autumn coat and was washing clothes.

In this cold weather, she didn't even wear socks, she was barefoot, and she was wearing a pair of big sandals.

This is not He Qingqing, who else can it be!

The person operating the mobile phone held the mobile phone to He Qingqing for a while, and then shook it towards another little boy. The little boy was also not thickly dressed, and was clumsily holding a paintbrush and drawing on paper.

There were a lot of people talking in the live broadcast: "Oh my God, what a poor child! ”

"I don't know what their parents think, even if they are born without money to raise, they still have to use their children to make money!"

"It's pathetic, give them some gifts."

"Are you stupid, what if you give a gift, and their parents take it and spend it, and not a penny is spent on the child?"

"Iniquity!"

Fei Ming's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

He Qingqing was extremely uncomfortable.

She already had a fever, her brain hurt, and her grandmother had to ask her to do endless laundry.

At first, the cold water made her feel a little, but soon, her head became heavier and more painful, and finally she couldn't exert herself.

She called faintly, "Grandma......"

The old lady of the He family didn't hear it at all, and her eyes were only staring at the screen. There are a lot of people who come in to watch the live broadcast, and they keep saying that Qingqing is pitiful, but no one gives gifts. Ahh These people are so stingy!

The old lady of the He family was praying vigorously, and suddenly saw Qingqing on the screen planted in the basin of washing clothes.

She was startled, and was at a loss for what to do, when her son's phone called.

He Guoyan roared: "Hurry up and turn off the live broadcast and go see what's wrong with Qingqing!" ”

My sister planted herself in the basin, but He Congming was still drawing without distraction, not caring at all.

The old lady of the He family scooped He Qingqing up from the basin, and saw that Qingqing's face was already blue, so frightened that she hurriedly put a finger under Qingqing's nose to test it.

Fortunately, he is not dead yet, and he is still angry.

Qingqing's shirt was soaked, and the old lady of the He family carried Qingqing to the room to change clothes.

As soon as I changed it, I heard someone outside shouting: "Qingqing!" Green! Aunt! ”

She looked over and saw Qingqing's homeroom teacher standing in the courtyard with an angry face.

The old lady of the He family hurriedly carried Qingqing out, and stuffed Qingqing, who was so thin that she only had bones, into Fei Ming's hand: "Teacher Fei, you came just in time, Qingqing doesn't know what's wrong, you should take her to see it quickly." ”

Fei Ming pursed his lips, looked at the old lady of the He family who was not afraid of boiling water for the dead pig, and then looked at Qingqing, who was with her eyes closed and her face pale in her arms, and couldn't hold back for a while, and asked the old lady of the He family: "Qingqing has a fever, why does Auntie still let Qingqing wash clothes?" ”

The old lady of the He family was stunned, and the teacher also watched the live broadcast?

Her brain is still flexible, and she immediately said confidently: "Live broadcast can make money!" Her parents didn't give me any money, how can I raise a child? Oh, the woman surnamed Lin who came with you last time taught me to broadcast live! She said that my family is stupid and smart and can make a lot of money in live broadcast! ”

With a click, the light that was bright just now suddenly went out, and what greeted him was overwhelming darkness. Before Luo Wushuang could get used to the darkness, he heard a chilling cat meow. Tick, tick, tick, like someone in wet clothes, walking in the dark. A familiar smell spread out of the darkness, the smell of blood. She was about to go further when a wet, cold hand took her right hand. ”

"No matter how bold she was, at that moment, she almost lost her soul."

"Hehe, Detective Luo is also scared, it's really rare." A hoarse voice sounded behind her.

"Click. The man lit the lighter. ”

The moment the light lit up, Luo Wushuang looked into a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Lin Yue pressed the save, rubbed his temples, leaned back in the chair, and after a few minutes, he felt that his neck was loose before sitting back.

It was getting dark outside.

She looked at the time, and it was already six forty-three.

Dad didn't come to rush her?

Lin Yue stood up, stretched his waist, changed into his shoes and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the warm house, the cold wind blew, and Lin Yue sneezed involuntarily.

The weather forecast says that it will cool down tonight, and it turns out to be true.

Lin Yue went outside Lin Quan's room first and saw that the light was dark.

Probably having dinner.

In the kitchen, Aunt Huang was cleaning up the cooking table, and Zhang Haotian was sitting on the kitchen table eating rice noodles.

Seeing Lin Yue, he lifted his glasses and said to Lin Yue: "Hi." ”

Lin Yue smiled back: "Mr. Zhang." She asked Aunt Huang, "Auntie, my dad is not here?" ”

Aunt Huang said: "He said, I haven't eaten with you Uncle Lin Mao for a long time, and I will get together with Uncle Lin Mao tonight." He promised not to drink and would be back at eight o'clock. Don't worry, he said to call Lin Zhen. ”

Lin Zhen is still reliable.

Lin Yue put his mind at ease and asked Huang Zhen again: "Have the tenants all eaten?" ”

Huang Zhen shook her head: "There is another Mr. Qi who didn't come down to eat." I called Tingting, and he said he would come down later. I'm afraid I'll have to bother you to do it for him. ”

In the kitchen after seven o'clock, Aunt Huang doesn't have to worry about it.

Aunt Huang left, Zhang Haotian watched Lin Yue cook rice noodles neatly, and couldn't help but say: "Shopkeeper Lin, I have a suggestion, I don't know if to say it or not." ”

Lin Yue looked at him sideways with a smile, a strand of hair hanging down from his ear, looking a little lazy: "Mr. Zhang just said." ”

Zhang Haotian sighed deliberately: "You see that we are so familiar, don't call me Mr. Zhang anymore, it's strange." ”

Lin Yue only smiled: "What's the name, it's just a code name, and it won't be alienated." ”

Zhang Haotian said: "You might as well call me Haotian......"

"Is Shopkeeper Lin here?"

A man followed the sound into the kitchen, his eyes stained with a little anger, and looked at Lin Yue.

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the man in front of him seemed to be He Qingqing's homeroom teacher Fei Ming.

"Teacher Fei? You're ......"

Fei Ming accompanied He Qingqing in the health center for an injection, and sent her home, without even eating, so he went straight to Lin Yue's homestay.

The B&B is brightly lit, the windows are bright and clean, and the kitchen smells of food. And the shopkeeper Lin Yue was wearing an apron, laughing with the young man.

Fei Ming felt that the anger in his heart was even worse.

He said, "Shopkeeper Lin, you have gone too far. How can you teach Grandma Qingqing such an idea, using children to attract attention and earn money with black hearts?! ”