Chapter 1349 - Tsundere Xueba Little Milk Dog 9
The days go by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it is the National Day.
As a minor, the original owner still has a guardian.
It's just that this guardian is not the original guardian, but only a nominal guardian. 、
Otherwise, how could she buy and sell that basement casually?
And this guardian is my aunt in the country.
This aunt was married in her early years, but unfortunately her husband died unexpectedly, and her only child was drowned.
Because he has no children, he is the original guardian.
It's just that he is the guardian of the original owner, and he doesn't care about the original owner.
There are no tuition fees and living expenses.
After the death of the original owner's grandmother, it was a difficult step, and at that time, when she was studying in a vocational college, people in the village still looked at her pitiful, and the state also subsidized her.
It's barely up.
Thinking of the original owner's grandmother, she was a very kind old man, if she was here, the original owner would not have lived so miserably.
Thankfully, the basement was for the original owner.
Luckily, there is a developer who is so accommodating.
It may also be a nail household.
Anyway, Bai Sang felt that he was so lucky to come to this world.
On National Day, schools are closing, but teachers can stay.
So Bai Sang can also live in the school.
She stayed in her lodgings and sighed.
Since the last competition, Bo Cheng hasn't looked for himself.
Even if I saw her on the road, I didn't greet her.
A particularly ruthless little child.
It's also that time flies too slowly, why hasn't it expired yet.
She thought of the original owner's guardian and planned to take advantage of this National Day to take a look.
If it weren't for the original aunt, she would definitely have been asked to go to her parents.
It's a pity that the two parents have already formed their own families, where do you remember her as a daughter.
Not to mention giving her money.
Don't even think about it.
After Bai Sang thought about it, he packed his luggage and went to the countryside to find someone.
I brought a few changes of clothes and walked out of the school gate.
The bus made two turns, departing in the morning and arriving at noon.
Come to a small village.
Bai Sang came to the door of a one-story house according to the memory of the original owner.
I saw a peasant woman sitting in it picking vegetables.
Seeing her come back, there was no joy in her eyebrows, but she said lightly: "I'm back." ”
"Auntie." Bai Sang put his backpack on a stool and sat in front of him to help pick vegetables.
The aunt glanced at her, lowered her head and continued to pick vegetables: "Want money?" ”
"I don't need money, I have an acquaintance who asks me to make dishes at her house."
"Oh." My aunt was slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything.
The atmosphere was quiet.
My aunt took the dishes away and made them.
An hour later, a small plate of salted pork with garlic and a plate of freshly picked vegetables.
One bowl of rice per person.
White mulberry eats very quietly.
After eating, I consciously went to wash the dishes.
And I saw my aunt sitting at the door peeling beans.
She sat down to help.
By the end of the afternoon, everyone in the village knew she had returned.
A few people came over to chat.
Bai Sang heard them say that someone from a TV station came over recently, as if he was filming some kind of program.
No one had seen it before, so they thought it was a novelty, so they ran over and took a look at it several times.
She was surprised.
I seem to have experienced this kind of thing myself.
"You can go over and have a look, you don't have to do it." The aunt pushed the person.
Bai Sang could only stand up and walk along the place the villagers said.
Who knew that she saw someone who shocked her.
"Bo Cheng?"
Standing on the side of the cement road, a good-looking young man with a sullen face, isn't it Bo Cheng!
Bai Sang rubbed it vigorously, making sure that he was not hallucinating because of his thoughts.
(End of chapter)