闪乐

The boy looked at the clean veil and hesitated for a moment, as if he was afraid to pick it up because he was afraid of getting it dirty.

"Little brother, don't cry, just wipe away your tears with a handkerchief, and I'll ask Dad to take you home."

Su Qingluo used the tone of coaxing a child, comforting with soft words.

"I have no home."

Hearing the word home, the boy suddenly burst into tears, took the veil and covered his face, sobbing in pain.

"well!"

Su Qingluo sighed like a little adult, and waited quietly with her little face on her cheeks, waiting for him to vent out the pain in his heart.

"Woo hoo."

The boy cried for a full stick of incense before sobbing, wiped his tears with a handkerchief, raised his head, and looked at her cautiously.

"Little brother, don't cry. Like you, I am a child picked up by my parents."

Su Qingluo was determined to dispel his grief, and said a shocking word, and the boy who heard it shivered suddenly, so shocked that he even forgot to cry.

"I was abandoned by my parents when I was born. My adoptive parents raised me. They treated me very well, just like my own parents."

Su Qingluo held her small face and cheeks, her big eyes were flickering, seeing the boy looking over in surprise, showing her little rabbit teeth, smiling with crooked brows and eyes, she was so cute, she didn't feel any sadness of being abandoned by her biological parents at all.

"Little brother, you have no home. It's okay. My adoptive parents, brother and sister are all good people. They will be happy to take care of you. You can live with us in the future."

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Su Hu went to the kitchen to put down the bowls and chopsticks, and went back to the main room first, and exchanged a few words with his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Seeing that the old couple loved Doudou, the old lady did not let go of Doudou and kept praising Doudou and Sister Qiao for studying well and promising, and she was also happy, smiling from ear to ear.

Li Yong's youngest son, Li Jian, played in the snow with the boys in the village all morning. When he saw the meal time, he rushed back to eat lunch, and laughed with Doudou when he entered the main room.

Li Jian's stature was about the same height as the boy's. Li Yong called his wife, found some old clothes that fit him from the closet, gave them to Su Hu, and motioned him to let the boy change into them.

Su Hu understood, took the clothes, went out of the main room, and came to the west room where Li Yong and his wife lived. He stopped at the door, leaned against the curtain, and listened to the movement in the room.

At this moment, the boy was stunned by Su Qingluo's astonishing words, and his brain was in a daze. Holding the wet handkerchief, he didn't know how to respond.

Su Hu didn't hear anything, so he was surprised and raised the curtain to look inside.

"Father, you are back!"

Su Qingluo glanced at him, showed a sweet smile, climbed down from the kang, took the clothes in his hand with a smile, and stuffed them into the boy's arms.

"Little brother stopped crying, just changing clothes."

The sweet voice of the little milk was in his ears, the boy recovered from the shock, looked down at the little girl in pink makeup and jade, who looked like a little fairy on a New Year painting, and couldn't help feeling the illusion of sympathy.

"Sister Yu, little brother needs to change clothes, you go to grandma's room and stay."

The boy looked about seven or eight years old, slightly shorter than Doudou, and half a head taller than Sister Yu.

Men and women have different seats at the age of seven, Su Hu was concerned about the reputation of his youngest daughter, and secretly kicked her out.

"Very well, Dad."

Su Qingluo nodded obediently, stepped across the threshold with short legs, and got out through the crack in the curtain.

"Baby, what's your name and how old are you?"

Next, Su Hu took over from his daughter and started a new round of consolation.