Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

Maybe it was because he had never come into contact with a gentle big sister before, no matter how happily Zhang Xingxing had shouted before, he still inexplicably didn't dare to act rashly in front of Bai Ma's gentle big sister face.

Zhang Xingxing, who inexplicably carried some of the baggage of a "good girl", sat obediently on the bench and ate her meal, commonly known as pretending to be good.

The first step to being good is to talk less.

Step two: empty your mind.

Step three, smile more.

"Sister, have you finished eating?" Zhang Xingxing was eating and when she saw that the bottom of the bowl was empty, she subconsciously called out to Bai Ma. Bai Ma looked at the little face that was smiling at the girl in an especially silly way and couldn't help laughing for a moment.

When I first saw this girl, she seemed smart, but now she seems silly and not very smart. Bai Ma thought about what he had seen from Zhang Xingxing in the past few days, and silently made up for it.

Well, she's still a greedy girl.

"Okay, then would you like another bowl of rice or soup?"

"Drink soup!"

Zhang Xingxing answered instinctively without thinking when he heard Bai Ma's question. The next moment, the bowl next to Zhang Xingxing was taken away by a pair of bony hands. Looking at the young man's deep eyebrows, Zhang Xingxing subconsciously said, "Thank you, young man."

The young man nodded, turned around and went to the kitchen to serve the soup. Bai Ma looked at his son's back as he walked away, then turned to look at the two people sitting next to him, Zhang Xingxing and Ram, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

"Not bad right?"

Hearing Bai Ma suddenly say this, Zhang Xingxing, who had just added a chopstick of food to Ram in the hope that the little girl would eat more, was stunned for a moment. Was he asking her how the dish was cooked?

So Zhang Xingxing nodded decisively, gave Bai Ma a big thumbs up, and said flatteringly: "Yes, yes, sister, your dish is so good, you don't know how difficult it is to have a delicious meal nowadays, compared to..." Zhang Xingxing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled softly and changed the topic: "It's much more delicious than what Zhang's family cooks!!!"

"Ah, the food is so delicious, it's a pity to throw it away!!"

......

Bai Ma was amused by Zhang Xingxing's rhythmic tone. Soon, the young man came back with two bowls of soup, put them in front of Zhang Xingxing, and then put them next to Bai Ma's table, and said in a calm tone: "If you can't eat, drink some soup."

Bai Ma, who had been drinking the bitter medicine prescribed by his master these days, felt touched. Zhang Xingxing looked at the silent boy with red ears on his left, who seemed to have no emotions. Then he looked at Bai Ma on his right, who was staring at the boy with a feeling of emotion.

What a picture of deep love between mother and son.

Zhang Xingxing smiled extremely happily with his big teeth bared. He was not the group of Zhang family members who were chosen as a second choice. The young man finally found his family.

It's so good.

After Zhang Xingxing finished the soup in his hand, he ran out with the bowl in his hand, "I'm done, little brother. I'm going to write back to that guy Zhang Haike. He's almost become a ghost..."

The young man watched the hurried figure, with a smile in his eyes. Bai Ma, who was worried about her son, naturally noticed this scene. She picked up a piece of food for the young man and said gently.

"You have a good eye, little official~"

“The people around me are all nice people...”

In response to her, the tips of the boy's ears became increasingly red as he lowered his head to eat.

......

After washing the dishes and putting them back, Zhang Xingxing ran all the way back to his room and sat down at the desk, panting. He reached out and picked up the letter paper, preparing to write a reply to Zhang Haike, the harassing ghost, so that he would stop sending him endless letters to bother him.

She picked up the pen and was about to write when the happy scene just now suddenly flashed through her mind. It was a picture of the family sitting together, talking and laughing, and having a great time. In an instant, the smile on her lips fell.

Ink dripped from the tip of the pen, smudged into a black stain on the letter paper. Zhang Xingxing stared at the stain, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Family.

After a moment of silence, a slight sigh suddenly came from the air. The sound seemed to come from far away, yet seemed to be very close.

It's so jealous.

Finally, Zhang Xingxing took a deep breath and tried to adjust her mood. She crumpled up the waste paper soaked in ink and threw it on the table. Then, she picked up the pen again and continued to write.

She's on the way too...

"Zhang Haike, how old are you now..."