After saying this, I felt a little regretful, and felt a little guilty, always feeling unauthentic, and a little bit bullying other girls.

Even I don’t know why I said this, but she didn’t seem to be angry. She just looked at me, and her expression was not angry, and she couldn’t say what it was. Anyway, she still looked stupid.

I was so furious that she saw me, and the awkwardness in my heart came up again, so I just looked at her.

But when I looked at her clean eyes, I felt guilty as I looked at it. It felt like I had done something wrong. My father wanted to deal with me. I was stubbornly confronting him and still felt guilty.

Another muffled thunder rolled through the sky, and I finally got defeated. I felt convinced. When the thunder rolled over, I suddenly stretched out my hand, grabbed her hand, and said very perfunctorily: "Then come in."

As I spoke, I pulled her into the room. I felt her hands were cold. The moment my hand held her, her fingers seemed to have been unintentionally holding my hand and tightened.

I felt very weird. I said that before, and then pulled someone into the house. I didn't look like a hero with principles at all. I was so upset that I wanted to pat myself in the head a few times.

After all, I was a little boy and could not face the special awkwardness of my age. After pulling her into the house, I simply turned on the light and shouted, "Mom." Then I looked back at her.

Originally I wanted to say, just stand there and don’t move, but what impressed me deeply was that under the bright white light in the living room, the water on her body quickly left wet marks on the concrete floor. She did not enter the fear and discomfort of strangers. Instead, she looked at my eyes and felt a sense of joy and thanking me, which made me feel a little embarrassed and couldn’t say anything to my mouth.

My mother got up very quickly, with a hazy sleepy feeling. She didn't come out, but the voice came first: "What's wrong? Son, are you afraid of thunder?"

Then my father's somewhat impatient voice came: "Ye Zhengling, if you don't calm down in the middle of the night, I'll see if I won't slap you."

I was really anxious at the time. How could I have such a parent? I shouted loudly: "How could I be afraid of thunder? Mom, come out quickly." When I was not afraid of thunder, I deliberately thrust my chest. I didn't go to see her behind me, but I just felt that I was a hero again. As for my dad, I didn't have to pay attention to him.

My mother came out soon. She looked at me without waking up and didn't react. Then I saw her behind me, and suddenly woke up. Then the expression on her face immediately softened, and her eyes were filled with a softness that I had never seen before. She walked to her and grabbed her with some distress and asked, "Why did you come to my aunt's house?"

"Mom is at work and thunder is coming outside, I'm afraid." She spoke, her voice was still soft like glutinous rice cake, sticky, and it makes people feel soft-hearted.

I snorted and refused to admit that the glutinous rice cake was not only sticky, but also some sweet things. Anyway, this kind of voice could not come out of my throat.

I don’t know what kind of mentality I said: “What a coward, I’m still knocking on my door.”

She stood there with some fear and said to my mother: "I knocked on someone else's door, but they didn't open it."

My mother was so kind that she was so tender. Then my mother 's slap' on my butt, and turned her head and shouted at me fiercely: "Go to sleep, you really should let your dad deal with you. Oh, by the way, you sleep on the sofa." Then she turned to look at her and became soft and heartbroken again.

I didn't expect that my mother still has this ability. She felt like she was looking at her in her heart, just like a Sichuan opera change. Why are she so good to me and to her? Or is it my mother?

Thinking of my mother, the 'traitor', I walked to the sofa awkwardly. As soon as I lay down, my father also came out and looked at her standing in the room. He was a little surprised. As soon as he wanted to make a sound, my mother said to him: "Don't scare the child."

I scolded in my heart, every time you get angry with me, the sound of yelling at me can lift the roof and join forces with my dad to clean up me, aren't you afraid of scaring me?

But I didn't expect my dad to be silent. My mom walked over and said something to my dad in a low voice. Gradually, my dad looked at her and became softer. I had never seen my dad show such an expression to me, and his heart felt sad.

I couldn't help but look up and make a grimacing face at her who was still standing there. But I didn't expect that she was not afraid, but instead smiled at me, as if she had discovered something interesting.

It made me feel so frustrated that I buried my head towards the sofa and hammered my hand on the sofa, but I didn't know how to express it.

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Later that night, I fell asleep on the sofa at home. When I woke up, there was a pillow under my head and a towel and quilt on my body. The house was quiet, and my father's familiar snoring echoed in the room, and they were not awake yet.

Is she still at my house? I didn't know why, but I thought of this. I was a little confused, but I suddenly turned over and ran to my parents' house. They were still sleeping. I ran to my house again. She was still there, so I slept on my bed, breathing quietly, the sound was small, and the room was as quiet as no one.

At this time, her hair and face had been washed clean, wearing a clean clothes that my mother had become smaller, covering my little quilt, curled up in a ball, as if she was a little pitiful, and she fell asleep quietly.

Compared to my summer vacation, she was so white that she was sunk like a piece of mud. Her sleepy face and her long eyelashes fell on her face, making her look more like a doll.

I didn't know what I thought, so I walked to the bed and reached out to touch her white and tender face. I had never seen such a white girl before. I had seen such a tender face, just wanted to simply touch it to see what's different from myself?

But at this time, there was a noise from my parents' room. I was so scared that I ran out of the room and quickly lay down on the sofa. It was my mother who got up.

Later, I fell asleep again and was confused. I seemed to hear my mother come back. I didn’t know for sure that her mother seemed to have come too. When I woke up again, she was no longer at my house. I didn’t know when I was taken to bed to sleep. The bed was full of a smell that was not me, which made me feel awkward.

But when I saw that she was gone, I felt a little disappointment that I couldn't describe.

This day is the first day when I met her. Once a person who is destined to be destined to have a beginning, then fate will surely make each other appear in each other's lives.

From this day on, she became a "frequently" of my family.

I don’t know what “agreement” my mother and her father have reached. In short, she will often come to my house for dinner and occasionally come to bed when her mother is not at home.

My parents seem to like her very much, and they look at her in a variety of kindness. As for me, they seem to dislike her in all kinds of dislikes.

I have to admit that she is indeed very well-behaved. At such a young age, she knew how to help my mother clean the table, do things within her ability, and do it in a very good manner. Compared to my man who only knows how to play crazy all day long, my parents are even more disliked.

My parents "don't like me" and I don't like her, but she doesn't know what's going on. They always like to follow my butt.

I don’t like to take her with me. Who likes to have a little tail, who is stupid and timidly walking behind me? I love to play, but she doesn’t seem to like to play. Every time she stands not far from me, looking at me, it seems that she doesn’t look bored, just don’t walk away.

I wish she could go to the tree by herself like before, and talk to herself next to the grass, but she was not right!

I dare not drive her away unless I want to be "Roared by my mother in Hedong Lion", or be served by my father's iron sand palm.

But it seems that except for me, my crazy friends who are all fond of her, including Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng, two 'traitors' who do not bully her. Occasionally I get angry with her, Zhou Zheng will say to me: "So pitiful, Ye Zhengling, let's not bully her."

As for Chen Chong, he would occasionally give her candy with a smile.

Poor? Where is it pitiful? It's just like I'm just here to do the right thing with me? My parents like her, and my friends like her. I feel a frustrated feeling of "not alive anymore". Fortunately, Ksai comforts me every day.

She seemed to like my Ksai helmet very much, but I never let her touch it, and she was not bothered occasionally when we were the only two of us alone. She would follow me, use her glutinous rice sound, holding a flower that I didn't know in my hand, and said to me: "My name is Xinyi, and my mother said it was Xinyi Flower."

God knows what kind of flower is a kind of flower? Whenever this happens, I have the urge to hit the wall. How many times have I repeated this? She seemed to stubbornly want me to remember.

But my impatient look could not stop her. She would raise the flower in her hand and say to me: "The Milk Flower is a wild flower and a magnolia flower. My mother said that it would bloom a lot on the side of the road, it is it."
Chapter completed!