Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 830: The eighty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

The eighty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

"Brother, this is for you to eat."

Qing Huan rubbed softly over her body. She was wearing a small white dress that had been washed, and her small body was also very thin, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind. But those black eyes are still round and bright, revealing innocent vigor and vitality.

A boy with a bandage on his head and one eye covered is sitting in a remote corner of the orphanage. The other children around are laughing and making trouble, but he is the only black one. The exposed eye was dark and bottomless. Although he was still young, he could see that he was very delicate and beautiful. Together with the equally beautiful Qing Huan, the two of them looked like a golden boy and a beautiful girl. .

Similar to Qing Huan, the clothes on the teenager's body were also worn out. The orphanage was short of funds. In order to adopt more children, the dean who couldn't make donations had to tighten his belt again. After a while, I was hungry.

The boy was picked up by the dean three days ago. When he came in, his face was covered in blood and he was unconscious. The dean didn't have enough money to send him to the hospital, so he had to use the existing first aid equipment to bandage him. Then he just sat here alone, not saying a word, and ignoring anyone.

A small white hand is spread out in front of me,

But not delicate, because living in such a place, even Qing Huan, who is only five years old, needs to do a lot of things every day, and her little hands are very rough. But at this time, a piece of milk candy that was covered by body temperature was lying on the palm of the little hand.

The teenager ignored her.

"Brother, this is for you to eat." She sent it forward again, with joy and innocence in her eyes.

Seeing him ignoring her, she painstakingly bent down to look at him, but she was careful to keep her skirt from getting dirty. The dean's mother had a hard time doing laundry for them.

Looking at these clean eyes, the boy's heart suddenly burst into tyranny. Such eyes, not only did not make him feel pity, but made him want to destroy - destroy everything in this world! He looked at the little girl coldly, but the little girl didn't understand the meaning in his eyes at all. Instead, she smiled and stretched out her little hand in front of him: "Brother, this is for you..."

"Who is your brother!" The boy stood up suddenly and gave her a shove. The skinny little girl fell down immediately, because he was too strong, she still rolled on the ground several times, and finally stopped when she hit the wall.

Are you going to cry?

Definitely cry.

The weak are like this, weak and ridiculous.

She is already like this, what qualifications does she have to sympathize with him?

The teenager thought cruelly.

Let her know who can't be provoked, so silly and sweet, do you think he will accept it?

Qing Huan curled up in pain, she slowly got up, her small mouth was flat, and her small brows were wrinkled. Just when the teenager thought she was going to cry, she rubbed her eyes and patted the skirt, "It's going to get dirty... It's not good to get dirty..." She took the picture for a long time, but the skirt was still dirty.

At this time, other children gathered around, "Qing Huan! Are you okay? Why did you fall?"

"Does it hurt?"

"I'm going to tell the dean's mother!"

……

What a popular little girl, but the smile on that little face makes people want to destroy it. The young man thought grimly, when he looked at Qing Huan, she happened to look too.

The dean came over soon. Qing Huan is the most sensible and well-behaved child in the yard. She has always loved her the most, and hurriedly took the child into her arms, "Are you injured? How did you fall?"

Are you going to sue?

Definitely suing.

Weak people are like this.

What a waste.

"...I accidentally sprained my foot."

The little girl said so.

The boy raised his head, the little girl was in the dean's arms, without tears, she was still smiling, her smile seemed to be the driving force for the entire orphanage to live, so warm and energetic. Then she came down from the dean's arms and apologized: "I'm sorry dean's mother, the skirt you just washed for me, I stained again."

I'm very annoyed, because she's short-handed now, and washing herself is a waste of water.

The Dean smiled kindly. In fact, she is only in her thirties now, but after so many years of hard work, she looks like she is in her forties or fifty. The corners of her eyes were wrinkled early, and her skin began to age early. But she is still alive and well, even in obscurity.

The young man of Qinghuan Dynasty came over,

The boy got up and left a second before she approached. His wounds are not yet healed, but he is like a dangerous beast, refusing any gentle approach in this world.

When everyone gathered to eat porridge and steamed buns in the evening, the boy didn't show up either. Qing Huan stared at the vacant chair in a trance. The orphanage was very small, only about twenty children when it was full. Because of the crowd, few people noticed who was there and who wasn't. For them, being able to eat enough and have a sheltered place to sleep is the happiest thing in the world.

Most of the children in this orphanage are abandoned babies, and a large part of these abandoned babies have congenital diseases. The money for buying medicines accounted for eighty-nine of the orphanage's expenses, so the children were extraordinarily precocious and sensible, and people like Qing Huan began to help the dean. Usually, they would go out collectively to pick up waste or plastic bottles, or they would collect donations and sell some handicrafts, barely able to live.

Qing Huan is beautiful and clean and doesn't look like a child here. She was also picked up by the dean, but she no longer remembers her past.

The moonlight was like water, Qing Huan carefully walked out with her bowl of porridge and the poor little steamed bun, and followed the moonlight to find the boy sitting on the edge of the corridor.

He still looked indifferent, and under the darkness of the night, the intact eye looked particularly terrifying, like a beast.

"Brother..." She called tentatively and put down the bowl and steamed buns. "This is for you."

Since the young man woke up, he has not talked to or paid attention to anyone, and he will attack anyone who approaches him. The dean has tried and has no choice but to leave him alone for a while. Because he was rude to the dean, other children didn't like him very much, only Qing Huan always came over.

The boy looked down at the small bowl. There were only a handful of rice grains in it, and the steamed buns were ridiculously small, but the little girl was standing in front of him. Feeling a safe distance, then looking at him expectantly. "If you don't eat, you'll be hungry."

Yes, if you don't eat, you will starve and then die.

But he didn't want to die.

The young man picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in a few mouthfuls, then tore at the steamed buns, Qing Huan was stunned by his gobbling up. Obviously very hungry, but after eating, he immediately returned to the statue-like sitting posture.

"Brother... I'll give you this too."

It's that ridiculous melted toffee again. But it could be seen that it was something she cherished very much, and Qing Huan gave him the candy with bright eyes: "This is what the dean's mother bought for each of us, and I have never been willing to eat it."

I didn't want to eat it, but gave it to him.

The boy was not polite, grabbed it and tried to peel off the candy wrapper, but the candy had melted and could not be separated from the candy wrapper, so he tore it twice and swallowed it together with the candy wrapper. Qing Huan looked at him in surprise: "That...can't eat..."

She speaks softly, not at all deterrent. The young man gave her a cold look, then got up and left, leaving only her back.

What a tough kid.

Qing Huan narrowed his eyes, couldn't help but made a childish face at the boy, and then smiled in time when he turned around and said, "Brother, remember to come for breakfast tomorrow morning!"

The teenager ignored her.

Qing Huan also has a headache. The man in front of him is a big devil. He is cynical at a young age and wants to destroy the world. You really don't say, if she can't take him down, she will become the worst black-and-white guy in twenty years, who can really destroy everything with a nuclear bomb. Thinking of this, she has a big head. She is only eleven years old and it is so difficult. What if she is older?

She rubbed her sore shoulders. Today, she helped the dean with a day's manual work. She was really tired.

She's sleepy, but she doesn't even have to take a shower here, because it wastes water, so all of them take a shower once a week. Therefore, you should always cherish your clothes, and don't change them if they get dirty.

The next morning, the boy didn't come to dinner. Qing Huan went to him again with the porridge bowl. This time, she searched all over the corners and no one was found. Just when she was strange, she raised her head inadvertently - "Ah! Brother, you are here! I have been looking for you for a long time. La!"

I can see that my forehead is sweating.

The teenager sat on the tree and looked at her coldly. He didn't do anything in the orphanage, didn't give birth, was rude and didn't talk to anyone, no one would pay attention to him except the dean and Qing Huan, and no one would ask him to eat.

"Come down and eat." Qing Huan stared at the tree in distress. "I can't climb up."

The teenager hooked the corner of his mouth, "I'll eat when you come up."

He did it on purpose, because she definitely couldn't climb up, and even if she did, how would the porridge bowl be served?

Qing Huan climbed without thinking. She used both hands and feet, but she couldn't climb up a tree at all. Half an hour later, she finally grasped some essentials, and finally climbed to the same height as the teenager. Before she could laugh, the teenager reminded her lightly: "How about breakfast?"

"Ah..."

She forgot that breakfast was still under the tree.

But if she wants to go down... Qing Huan glanced down and suddenly became frightened. She looked at the boy pitifully: "Brother, I... I can't go down..."