The clothes that Sister Ping brought were not two, but two in total, from the inside out. Although they were not brand new, they were clean and clean. Just looking at them felt very comfortable. When did Wu Xiaoqi have such treatment? He immediately felt sore in his nose and tears were spinning in his eyes, but his stubborn personality made him hold on and not let the tears fall.

Sister Ping naturally noticed his touching look, and said in a unique tone of women's wetness or maternal care: "Xiaoqi, please change it quickly, I'll wash the dirty clothes on my body later."

"Well." Wu Xiaoqi enjoyed this care very much. He nodded heavily, then shook his head and said, "No, no, no! I will wash myself." He was not shy about facing the opposite sex, but felt that how could he touch the dirty clothes that were stained with dirty clothes like a celestial fairy and a Bodhisattva. If he really did this, he would be guilty and uneasy for a while.

"Do you dislike me for not washing clean? I have been doing clothes since I was a child." Sister Ping smiled sweetly. She was deliberately teasing Wu Xiaoqi, trying to make him burst into tears.

"No, how dare I dislike it, just... just..." Wu Xiaoqi was embarrassed. He was embarrassed to tell him the reason why he didn't let him help with washing clothes. He stuttered and didn't know what to say. In a hurry, he suddenly swept a load of wooden barrel next to the water tank and said with a sudden inspiration: "Sister, I want to take a shower first, then..." He did not finish his words, but pointed at the clothes taken out of the cloth bag with his fingers, and the meaning was very clear, that was, to wash the shower and then wear new clothes.

"Okay, I'll help you boil water." Sister Ping responded, but soon she realized that she had made a mistake, because in this poor home, apart from a small iron pot on the stove, there was no need to boil water at all. Then she thought that what she said might hurt the young man. According to her understanding of him, people with such strong personalities are usually unwilling to show their "wounds" to others.

"No need for hot water, sister, I never wash hot water." Wu Xiaoqi's response was unexpected. The boy did not show any disgust because of his unintentional mistakes, but was rather generous: "When the old man was there, he often told me that taking more cold showers is good for the body, because people like us who rely on their bodies should take more cold showers."

Sister Ping didn't know if this was an excuse for the boy to resolve his embarrassment, but she would rather believe that this was really the living habit he had always maintained, rather than the pitiful and ridiculous self-esteem of the stubborn boy.

A bucket of cold well water was poured down from his head. Although the well water during this period was much higher than the river water, Wu Xiaoqi shivered twice in the cold weather. After breathing a long breath, he quickly dug a bucket of well water and poured it down from his head again. This time he did not shiver anymore. His body quickly adapted to the temperature of the well water. His skin after the cold water was slightly red, making Wu Xiaoqi, who was wearing only a pair of big shorts, looked particularly energetic and upright.

After wiping and putting on his clothes, Wu Xiaoqi washed the dirty clothes he had changed and returned to his residence. The door of the house was still closed, but he knew that today was different from usual. There was no longer a person inside, but a relative who cared about him. Thinking of staying with Sister Ping for a while, Wu Xiaoqi was in a very good mood and movements were particularly slick. After cooling the wet clothes onto the bamboo pole outside the house, he pushed open the door.

Sister Ping did not sit on her bed at the broken table, but did not make him feel strange. What surprised him was that Sister Ping was actually fiddling with the gun that was hidden in the broken bedding by herself.

Wu Xiaoqi was stunned. Although he knew that the owner of the gun was Sister Ping and that she would use this thing, when he pushed open the door and saw that she not only found the gun she had hidden, but also removed the gun to pieces, he was stunned.

Sister Ping was not surprised or angry because Wu Xiaoqi broke in recklessly, but put down the pistol parts that were being wiped in her hand, looked straight at him, and said calmly: "Xiaoqi, close the door."

Wu Xiaoqi could clearly feel the light that was completely different from her eyes. Although she was just looking at him, she seemed to be able to see through her own soul. Wu Xiaoqi could also clearly feel that when the familiar Sister Ping was fiddling with the pistol, she exuded a strange majesty on her body and a suffocating shock.

"Xiao Qi, close the door!"

Sister Ping's voice sounded again, this time the tone became a little colder, which made Wu Xiaoqi, who was stunned, almost tremble. He quickly turned around and closed the door, and then inserted the door bolt in a hurry, pressing his back tightly against the door panel. He was not afraid that Sister Ping would point a gun at him or that Sister Ping would cause any harm to him, but he was worried that someone would suddenly break in. These two door panels were not enough to stop it, so he thought of using his thin body to act as part of the door panel.

Seeing his move, Sister Ping smiled slightly, she shook her head lightly, and her tone changed from cold to gentle: "Follower, if someone comes, you can't stop it. You go and eat the buns first, it's almost cold."

Wu Xiaoqi ate three buns in a row, chewing them in his mouth, which was a rare delicacy for him, but his eyes were staring at Sister Ping's hands in a blink of an eye. She used rags to wipe the parts of the pistol cleanly, and then watched her oil the parts with a small box of oil she had never seen before.

The room was very quiet. Apart from the breathing of the two people, only Sister Ping would occasionally hear the metallic striking sound when assembling these parts.

When he saw Sister Ping skillfully reinstalling the parts on the cloth that had been used to package clothes into a complete gun, Wu Xiaoqi almost forgot to chew, staring at Sister Ping, who was sweating slightly at the tip of her nose with an incredible look on her face. He was not surprised that Sister Ping assembled a bunch of scattered parts into a gun, but a series of pictures suddenly flashed through his mind, all of which were the details of Sister Ping assembling the gun parts just now. Wu Xiaoqi believed that if the gun was still scattered there, he would assemble it without any fault.

"Xiao Qi, this is the secret between us and no one can tell you, do you know?"

Of course, Sister Ping knew that she would scare the young man who was not very experienced in the world, but she didn't expect to face the boy's surprised expression, not because she was wiping the gun, but because she was shocked inside. She didn't look up, and wiped the excess butter from the gun with the cloth cushion on the bed, while talking casually.

Wu Xiaoqi shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away this strange feeling. The use area was not big, so he had to press on this feeling, choked on the remaining food in his mouth, took another sip of cold water to cover up the panic on his face, and then said, "Don't worry, sister, even if I die, I won't reveal a word."

He said this because he was hot-headed, nor did he say this because he had a short mouth or a short hand. It was because he said this because he had a real heartfelt word. Over the years, Sister Ping was the first person who truly cared for him. It was too late to protect her, so how could she still harm her and implicate her?

Sister Ping seemed to believe in his words and trust him very much. After hearing Wu Xiaoqi's answer, she didn't say anything. After stuffing the reassembled gun into the bedding, she picked up Wu Xiaoqi's torn cotton jacket and carefully stitched it stitched it. Her concentration made Wu Xiaoqi's nose feel sore again, and she secretly swears in her heart: She is my real sister, I must protect her and take good care of her.
Chapter completed!