In fact, even Wen Xien can't tell the relationship between himself and Zhou Wenying, that is to say, two sentences, and he hasn't even reached the level of a friend, but because of Guo Zhenfei's relationship, Wen Xien will be more friendly to her.

Back in the house, Wen Xien took down the basket on his back, and the child watched silently.

Wen Xien glanced at the child when he was sorting out his things, and smiled: "What's the matter, this little pouting can hang the oil bottle." ”

The expressionless child blinked indifferently and said very calmly, "I don't like that person." ”

It's really hard to guess what a child thinks, Wen Xien has a deep understanding, he hates a person for no reason, and he sulks and is silent all the way, as if he is angry with himself.

Wen Xien put the mushrooms in place and asked casually, "Why does Xiaohua hate her?" ”

It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with Wen Xien's perfunctory attitude, the child pursed his lips, his expression was even more indifferent than just now, and he said unreasonably: "I just don't hate it." ”

Wen Xien laughed, didn't take the child's words to heart, washed the dishes, filled two bowls of hot rice, and beckoned the child to come and eat.

The child sitting at the dinner table was still very unhappy, he did not move his chopsticks, but asked, "Have you listened to me carefully?" ”

Wen Xien was busy all morning, she was already hungry, she sandwiched a chopsticks and bamboo shoots, tasted it, the taste was very good, and the child's cooking skills were really getting better and better.

During the meal, Wen Xien did not forget to answer the child's words: "I'm listening carefully." ”

The food in my mouth has not been chewed yet.

Miao Hua: "......"

In the end, Miao Hua could only helplessly pick up the chopsticks to eat, his eating movements were very rigorous, and even revealed an elegance.

After eating, the children went to wash the dishes, and Wen Xien went to wash the mushrooms.

——

In the afternoon, Wen Xien went to the town to buy some things for the New Year, and also helped the children buy a new dress, which she had asked the embroidery girl to make before, and she could just go and get it today.

Originally, he also wanted to bring the child over, but Wen Xien saw that the weather was not good, so he let the child stay at home, and went out with an oil-paper umbrella in a cloak.

The town was not very lively in the afternoon, and many things were also bought, but there were still things that should have been there, and Wen Xien finished buying things, took new clothes and was about to go back, but suddenly it rained without warning.

The rain poured incessantly, and the rainwater that flowed down from the eaves of the houses pooled into small streams in the streets.

Wen Xien ran to hide under the house, wanting to wait for the rain to light down before leaving, she hid everything in her cloak, and it was all fine, not wet.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and a layer of white rain and mist splashed on the roofs and streets, like an ethereal white veil. At this moment, a gust of wind blew violently, and the white veil drifted away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street, stirring up a splash.

I waited for a long time, and the rain was a little lighter, and I don't know if it was dark because of the rain, and Wen Xien didn't know the specific time.

And this rain has no intention of stopping, Wen Xien thought about it, held an umbrella, protected everything to make sure that it would not get rainy, and walked into the rain.

The distance between the town and the village was still far away, and what made Wen Xien miscalculate was that the rain was originally a little lighter, but it turned out to be heavy and the wind was very strong halfway through, and the umbrella was almost blown away.

There is also a small mountain road, and the rain wets the mud, which is very slippery, and I slip if I am not careful.

It was dark, and Wen Xien was reluctant to even look at the road ahead, and there was no place to shelter from the rain recently, so he had to speed up his pace.

But no matter how careful Wen Xien was, in the direction of this unclear road, his feet were empty, he slipped, and fell down before he could react.

The head was covered, and then a cold, tearing pain came to the bone.

The rain was still falling, Wen Xien hurriedly held the umbrella, the ankle cramped nonstop, the whole body was cold, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

The hot feeling rushed to her knees, and the blood seemed to be gushing out of the pain, and the hot feeling immediately became numb--

Wen Xien stood up with difficulty with a stick, and everything hidden in the cloak spilled, but fortunately, the clothes were wrapped in cloth, and she was held in her arms, not dirty.

——

It was already completely dark, Wen Xien came home very late with a stick, her lower body was already numb with pain, and her head was a little dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and when she got closer, she saw the child looking out under the eaves.

In the darkness, Miao Hua didn't see anything wrong with Wen Xien.

"Why didn't you hide from the rain when it was raining so hard?"

Wen Xien didn't smile and touch his head as usual, but said not far away: "It's windy outside, be careful of fever." ”

The light and cold voice was very hoarse.

"I'm not that weak." Miao Hua frowned, not understanding why Wen Xien was so far away from him, and snorted coldly, he walked into the house first and lit a few candles.

Wen Xien put away the umbrella and took out a burden from the cloak and gave it to the child.

"For you."

Miao Hua caught it, and didn't take it apart for the first time, but moved his nose, and his face suddenly changed, "How can there be a smell of blood on your body, are you injured?" ”

Wen Xien smiled, her pale face was almost transparent in the candlelight, and she still looked indifferent: "It's okay, I just didn't see the road clearly when I came back, and I fell, all of which were minor injuries, just touch the medicine." ”

Of course, Miao Hua didn't believe it, he let Wen Xien in, took off his cloak, lifted his clothes, and with a single movement, blood stains bloomed on his knees like blooming flowers.

The child squatting on the ground saw the blood stains on the cloth, and the thick smell of blood came to his face, and his face turned white all of a sudden.

"Is this a minor injury?"

Wen Xien was already numb from pain, but he felt that it was not so painful, and comforted the child.

"It's scary, but it doesn't hurt at all."

"How can it not hurt? You've bled so much and you're still telling me it doesn't hurt? Your legs and feet are already bad! What's strong, you have to become a cripple to know that it hurts, right? The child shouted with red eyes, his body trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at Wen Xien.

This is the first time a child has said such a long word, and it is also the first time he has such intense emotions, his fingertips tremble so much, he wants to touch but dare not touch, for fear of making Wen Xien even more painful.

The superficial obedience is broken, and the child sometimes behaves really not like a five-year-old child.

Wen Xien was stunned by what he said, and then she clearly realized that the child was not as well-behaved as she thought.

It's just that one child is wrong.

She's a cripple now, a worthless, lame person hanging for her life.

Good night

(End of chapter)