Chapter 0151 - Bring Back 3 Smoothly

Looking at the river, and then at the younger brother in Feng Qingxue's arms, Guan Cheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He knew that Jiang He was right, but he was reluctant to let go of this group of children.

The wind and snow are very distressed, this group of children is like a small beast nestled together for warmth, and if there is no one person, there is a lack of warmth.

Guan Cheng still knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and there was an eerie silence in the ruined temple.

How silent is it? The slightest sound can be heard on the ground when a needle drops.

Eventually, it was the sound of hunger in Sekijo's stomach that broke the silence.

"Guan Cheng, you must not have eaten anything." Zhang Erya hurriedly handed half of his leftover nest head to Guan Cheng.

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said: "Erya, you keep it for yourself, I still have it here." Guancheng, the head of the nest is in the back basket, you can get it yourself, eat first, eat enough, let's talk about the future! ”

Seki let go of his hand, raised his head, and remained motionless.

"You're such a tough kid!" Feng Qingxue's empty hand reached into the back basket, took out a nest head and handed it to him, "Eat, eat first, you are so hungry, how do you take care of your brother?" ”

"Thank you!" Guan Cheng has eaten a little wild vegetable soup in the past two days, but the grain of rice has not been eaten, and he is already hungry.

If he hadn't been worried about his younger brother, he wouldn't have been able to find his biological mother and stepfather, and he wouldn't have been able to return to the broken temple after being beaten.

After eating half of the nest, Guan Cheng was full.

The remaining half of the nest head he carefully placed in the pocket of his ragged shirt.

Feng Qingxue handed the kettle over, "Drink some water." ”

"I'm not thirsty." Guan Cheng shook his head, he was already so thirsty that his mouth was smoking when he came back, and he was even more thirsty after eating Wowotou, but he was afraid that he would stain the kettle, so he planned to go to the river to get two sips of water to drink.

"Take it, drink it!" How could Feng Qingxue not understand his thoughts? Shoved the kettle into his arms.

Guan Cheng's eyes were red, and he took two sips of the kettle.

Feng Qingxue saw a few broken bowls in the broken temple, asked Guan Cheng to brush a bowl with only a small opening, came back and poured the water in the kettle, and took out half a white flour steamed bun from the back basket, tore it up and soaked it thoroughly, and fed it to Guan Yu, who had taken medicine for a while.

A very hungry child, even if he is not awake, swallows his mouth in accordance with the needs of his body.

In fact, it is best to eat porridge, but the current situation does not allow it.

Even the blistered white steamed buns were enough to make the people present envious, and they couldn't help but smash their mouths.

White-flour steamed buns, they have only heard of them but have never seen them.

After a while, Guan Yu ate all the blistered white steamed buns, had something in his stomach, relieved the spasms of his stomach, stretched his brows, and slept more soundly.

Jiang He patted Guan Cheng's shoulder hard, "Guan Cheng, what are you hesitating about?" Don't hesitate any longer. ”

It can be seen that even the wind and snow that even took out the white-flour steamed buns treat Guancheng and Guanyu well from the bottom of their hearts, and in such an era, many parents can't do this. Jiang He envied Guan Cheng, and at the same time was happy for Guan Cheng, happy that his good friend could finally have a normal home, not have to wander outside, and live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs.

Guan Cheng looked back at him and said in a low voice, "I can't bear you, Jiang He." If I leave, you'll be the only one left, Erya is a girl in the end, can you take care of the rest of the children alone? ”

"Isn't it just to ask for food with everyone? I can handle it! "The river doesn't care about the authentic.