The school bully I raised is blackened

During the National Day, Qiao Beiranwo ushered in the first autumn rain of the year at home.The temperature, which was originally a bit sultry, suddenly became cold with the thin rain.With the state of mind, immersed in the heart and lungs, it makes people more and more lazy.

"Beibei, how many days have you been away from school? You are still a child and you don't go to school, what will you do in the future?" The old lady didn't catch the cold, so she put on her coat early, and quickly walked out of the kitchen with a pot of porridge Come out, "Hurry up, breakfast is ready."

"Grandma, the school is on holiday, I don't go to school! I'm going to sleep, I won't eat!"

Qiao Beiran didn't know how to face the old lady. A few days ago, he came back from school rashly and stayed at home for many days. He didn't believe that the old lady didn't see anything at all.

Although Qiao Beiran's looks tended to be vicious and evil, but his skill of lying to the old lady was basically frozen, so he had to put on an ostrich on his head to whitewash the peace.

Qiao Beiran hid under the blanket, breathing hard to listen to the movement outside, and finally let out a long sigh of relief when the sound of pots and pans calmed down.Turning over a few times like spreading pancakes, she climbed up on the bed with her head sideways facing the wall and felt sorry for herself, without even noticing that someone entered the door.

"Ouch~" The quilt was lifted suddenly, Qiao Beiran arched his body a few times, and buried his face in the pillow.He coughed lightly, covered his sobs and pretended to be angry, "Grandma, how old am I, why did you come in without knocking on the door!"

"How old are you that you are not a grandson! I haven't seen that piece on your body?" The old lady said with a nonchalant smile, while groping the back of Qiao Beiran's head with callused hands, "Your mother, the day before yesterday, just you and The day the wet chicken came back from running away, he called and told me."

When she was a child, the old lady always held Xiao Qiao Beiran in her arms, touched his little feet and rubbed his belly with rough hands.In my memory, those hands had a very strange smell, I couldn't tell what it was, but just smelling it could make Qiao Beiran feel very at ease.

He resisted with a little force, and with his hand on the back of his head, he swung his head slightly and rubbed his face on the pillow.

"Yo, how old are you, you still cry! Don't be afraid of being ugly."

Qiao Beiran sat up quickly, picked up the pillow with the evidence left behind, and squinted at the old lady: "I didn't cry, who cried? Old Ms. Yang, be careful, I will sue you for defamation!"

"Okay, okay, you didn't cry, it's the puppy crying."

In fact, the old lady's way of coaxing people is still the same as when she was a child, and she has never innovated because of her grandson's growth, but it is still very useful to Qiao Beiran.

"This time, grandma thinks what your mother said is right..."

"She's not my mother, she's Chen Zichen's mother!"

Chen Zichen is Qiao Beiran's half-brother, the precious son of the wealthy.

"Stinky boy, she didn't give birth to you? Is it a placenta that came out of the October pregnancy?" The old lady raised her hand and wanted to slap Qiao Beiran on the head, but she didn't want her grandson to be too tall for her to reach, so she turned her hand and patted on Qiao Beiran's head. On the arm, along the arm and holding the broad palm,

"My grandma remembers all the money she sent you over the years. Our old Qiao's family also remembers money and love. You have grown up too, and your hands are bigger than grandma's. If you still With a mother like you, you should listen to her and make her feel at ease; if you treat her as an outsider in your heart, you have to think about how to pay her back in the future."

Qiao Beiran lowered her head in silence, her left hand felt a little hot after being groped repeatedly, and this touch made her nose, which had just closed down, start to feel sore again: "...she can send money..."

"2000 a month, your grandma doesn't even have that much pension!" The old lady gave him a blank look, "You think money is easy to earn. Whether it's out of responsibility or maternal love, she has been thinking about you for so many years." .”

Qiao Beiran was silent for a long time, and was finally taken out of the room forcibly by the old lady, sitting at the dining table in the main room in a low mood, meditating secretly.

The lid of the hot porridge pot was lifted, and the rising white mist curled up in the moist and cool air.The old lady went back and forth to the kitchen, and she conjured up a plate of big steamed buns just out of the cage.

"It's your favorite beef sauerkraut. I stuffed it with a lot of stuffing, and I can't eat it outside. Eat it quickly"

"Grandma, you can eat too." Qiao Beiran was starving, so he picked up a thin-skinned steamed stuffed bun and ate it up in two or three.Just as I was about to flatter the old lady, I heard a knock on the door in the courtyard, "I'm going to open the door—who is it? Looking for that... Fuck, you went to the wrong door!!!"

Yang Qinzhou put away the umbrella, glanced up at Qiao Beiran, and said flatly, "No, I just came to find you."

"...what???" Qiao Beiran was still in a sluggish state, and saw Yang Qinzhou greet him politely through the gap around him.

"Grandma, I'm Qiao Beiran's classmate. My name is Yang Qinzhou. The teacher asked me to deliver books and homework."

"Ah, then come in, come in!" The old lady Yang Qinzhou said so one day, and hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks to welcome her out.Nonsense, for so many years, except for Feng Xiaopang and He Xiaoyan who came to the house to find the eldest grandson to tease cats and dogs, I have never seen a baby come in!Not to mention sending book homework!

The old lady looked up at the sky to see if it was raining red.

"Why are you still sticking to the door? Why don't you go to the kitchen and give the little classmates that pair of bowls and chopsticks!"

It is undeniable that Yang Qinzhou's thin and small appearance with red lips and white teeth can arouse the love of the older generation the most.Seeing Yang Qinzhou obediently standing beside her, the old lady shyly refused to have breakfast together, and immediately felt distressed.

"Oh, you're still growing up now, so it doesn't matter if you eat a little more. Look at my family, Beibei, who can eat five big buns and a bowl of white porridge in one meal!"

Saying that, the old lady pointed to Qiao Beiran who came with a stinky face, "Look, how strong she is!"

Qiao Beiran: "..."

"Student Qiao is indeed very strong," Yang Qinzhou said to the old lady with a smile, "The last time someone bullied me, classmate Qiao helped me."

"Really? We are north..."

"Milk--"

"Oh, eat first, eat first, Xiao Zhou also eat more, this is all made by grandma himself, try it!"

"Thank you grandma, it smells really good!" Yang Qinzhou smiled sweetly at the old lady, took a bite of the eldest bun, and cast a sidelong glance at Qiao Beiran who was staring blankly.

"..." Broken chicken, dare to provoke your father, just wait for me! ! !

The author has something to say: Yang Qinzhou: The first time I entered the house, it was so dirty! ! !