"Is there a couple of broken silver?" Reading this name, Yan Qiao's lips unconsciously smiled.

#嘿, it's an interesting name.

Yan Qiao didn't move for a long time after speaking, which made the fans in the live broadcast room realize that something was wrong.

#是进来就退出来了吗?

"It's okay, maybe I didn't see that it was fate, let's wait." She wasn't in a hurry, "Don't you want to talk to me?" ”

#虽然我很想乔乔立马抽到我! But Jojo was right.

Yan Qiao was amused by the fans' barrage, she actually came to this world and had no sense of belonging, but the live broadcast made her feel more down-to-earth.

She is a young genius, and the setbacks she has experienced are very few, if there is a novel for her experience, presumably the so-called Destiny Child can be set on her.

The biggest sorrow in a smooth life is to kill demons, but this is like chopping melons and vegetables for her, although Yan Qiao is not a greenhouse flower, but he has never entered the world to practice.

And her world is more prosperous than here, and she has never experienced the decline of metaphysics.

Live broadcast is a ticket for her first time in this world, but the technology here is more developed than the world she lives in.

When I came into contact with the live broadcast, I found that these ordinary ordinary people can also live their lives like flowers.

#乔乔, when will the talisman be put on the shelves?

Yan Qiao thought for a moment when he heard this, "When I go to teach at the Xuan Academy this afternoon, I should be slowly on the right track." ”

#嘻嘻, rubbing hands in anticipation.

#不知道为什么, chatting with Qiaoqiao so quietly now actually gives me a feeling that the years are quiet.

#碎银几两还没来吗, it's been ten minutes.

Yan Qiao glanced at the backstage, and the broken silver taels were online.

At this time, in a strange room in the real world, an old man was a little helpless and rubbed the worn-out light brain on his hand.

She looked at the little boy who was playing with his toys and said, "Chirp, can you send a message to grandma?" ”

The boy who chirped raised his head, his skin was white and a little transparent, and he was a thin little one, and at this time he heard the old man's voice swaying and stood up.

He looked down at the blurred figure in the live broadcast room, pursed his lips and pulled the old man's rough hand and clicked on the light brain.

"It's connected to communication." His voice was thin and small like a cat.

"Huh, huh, thank you for tweeting......" She touched the boy's head excitedly, "Grandma, I heard from your sister that she is a good person, grandma doesn't know anything else, so I wondered if I could ask her for help......"

She rubbed her hands, didn't dare to click in, and chirped to see that he was eight years old and knew a lot of words, and she also saw that the barrage said that he would be replaced if he couldn't wait.

The electronic light brain is one that has long been eliminated, and the clarity of some functions is extremely degraded.

Seeing her grandmother's nervous sweat staining her hair, Chirp stretched out her hand and clicked to request a video.

Although he was young, he didn't have hope for them, after all, there were so many people who came and went to see them, and they were still living a poor life, and those people took a picture and left something that was useless to them and turned away on their own.

He is used to this kind of life, although he doesn't know where his grandmother's idea came from, and he thinks about it and listens to others.

Grandma is always like this, she used to hear others say that she was a good person, so she called for help, and then she was scolded.

The old man doesn't know how to read, but he is old but has inexhaustible kindness, picking up children who have been abandoned for various reasons due to illness and disability.

In addition to his grandmother, the orphanage is his wife, and the two of them are the only two of them in the huge orphanage, raising these children without any labor.

The good children were taken to other orphanages, and gradually this place was forgotten, and only they watched over it, day after day, year after year.

Jiu Jiu is the eldest child, when other orphanages came to bring people to him and hid, he didn't want to go with that group of people, what should they do if they leave grandma, and what about the rest of the younger brothers and sisters.

In the live broadcast room, there was a video request for a few taels of broken silver, and the barrage instantly shouted.

#嘿, this guy is here~

Yan Qiao clicked on, and the lens over there was obviously blurry, and he could see the figure clearly but not clearly.

A nervous voice came from his ear, "Chirp, is that okay?" ”

It was an old female voice with nervousness.

#咋看不清啊.

#听声音是个老人家......

"Hello," Yan Qiao is different from fans, and can clearly see some of the problems over there.

"There's a voice, you, hello," said this, and there was no movement over there.

The video shook a few times, shifted a place, and the childish voice of the little boy came, "Hello, I'm Jiujiu, Jiu Jiu from Sunflower Orphanage." ”

Yan Qiao's eyes fell on the screen, the little boy in front of him was pale and transparent, and he didn't hear the answer at this time and asked again, "How are you still there?" ”

#小孩的声音啊, why don't I see anyone?

The little boy obviously saw the barrage as well, "It's because the light brain is so old, you may not be able to see it clearly." ”

#原来如此我就说嘛!

#这个清晰度一看就是最次的那款式了......

Fans accepted the answer, but Yan Qiao saw the difference, and looked over with her eyes, where there was a little boy, only an old man and an earth bound spirit.

She seemed to have guessed something, and asked softly, "So, do you have something to do today?" ”

Hearing this question, Jiu Jiu's eyelashes drooped, "Jiu Jiu wants to ask my sister for help." ”

You say, "Yan Qiao has a lot of patience with some people and things.

Jiu Jiu turned his head to look at the old man who was looking at him kindly, "Jiu Jiu wants to ask my sister to let grandma leave the Sunflower Orphanage." ”

He seemed to have guessed something, and he guessed something when he saw Yan Qiao.

"No, no, it's chirp, not grandma." The old female voice over there was a little nervous, "I want to ask you to help take Jiu Jiu and the other children out." ”

#什么情况?

#孤儿院在哪啊, I'll take a look if it's close.

Jiu Jiu obviously saw the question, "It's the Sunflower Orphanage, at No. 778 Minmao Road." ”

#民贸路确实有一家孤儿院, two old men stayed there.

#我知道, didn't you say that the children there were all transferred......

Jiu Jiu hung his head, "It's transferred, Jiu Jiu and his younger siblings can't go......"

#我去民贸路看看!

"I'll go." Yan Qiao opened her mouth to stop the enthusiastic fan, and she was really scared to death if she went to it.

"Is my sister coming?" Chirp hesitated when he asked this.

Yan Qiao nodded slightly, "Don't be nervous, only my sister can help you." ”

"Yes, they all say she's a good person, don't be afraid," the old man comforted the little boy.