When I found the heroine as a boy

Zhou Qinglang was still holding the bag containing fried noodles, and he didn't forget to take it with him when he left, with an expression of longing and hesitation.

"I'm the only one in my family, so you don't have to worry about someone chasing you away."

Xia Wan shook her hands again at Zhou Qinglang, and smiled when she saw Zhou Qinglang put his hand up.

Xia Wanshuang led Zhou Qinglang all the way home, went up to the third floor, and Xia Wanshuang took out the key in front of the door.

"Change your slippers. I'll take you to wash your hair and take a shower first. Clean it up and reduce germs."

Zhou Qinglang nodded, and when passing by the living room, he looked curiously at the cups and bottles on the dining table.

"Put this here first. You go to the bathroom and wait for me. I'll help you find clothes you can wear."

Xia Wan took the bag and the medicine from Zhou Qinglang's hand and put them on the coffee table together, pointed to Zhou Qinglang in the direction of the bathroom, and went to the room where the original owner lived to find clothes that Zhou Qinglang could wear.

Zhou Qinglang looked around here, looked at everything curiously, walked into the bathroom, didn't dare to touch or touch, and stood there waiting for Xia Wan to come back.

Xia Wan took the clothes that the original owner couldn't wear and put them aside, took the pajamas and underwear, and walked to the bathroom.

"Take off your clothes, I'll help you wash your hair first, and then take a bath."

Zhou Qinglang was still a little awkward when he put his hands on the clothes. After Xia Wan pinched his face, he obediently took off the dirty clothes and put them aside.

When Xia Wan looked at the appearance, she felt that the child should be quite thin, but when she saw the body with clearly visible ribs, she realized how thin she really was. She felt distressed and thought that she should make up for it in the future.

Zhou Qinglang's body is quite dirty, and his hair is knotted and dirty, which is not easy to take care of.

"Maybe it hurts a bit when combing, bear with it."

Zhou Qinglang responded with a nasal voice, and then let Xia Wanshuang comb her hair without saying a word.

Xia Wan's patience is very good, she helped Zhou Qinglang comb her hair with a fine comb little by little, and checked for lice in the hair by the way.

Fortunately, although it was a bit messy, there were no lice or fleas, probably because it was not long after escaping from the orphanage, and the wandering time was not particularly long.

After combing all the hair, Xia Wanshuang washed Zhou Qinglang twice, and after making sure it was clean, she touched the child's dry hair with satisfaction.

"It's a bit long, I'll cut it for you later."

Teacher Xia, who is full of hands-on skills, said that although she teaches junior high school, she has always been good at handwork, whether it is sewing or paper-cutting, she also has a little research on hairstyles.

"Ah."

Zhou Qinglang said the first word he entered the house, stood up and asked Xia Wanshuang to give her a shower.

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"Zhou Qinglang."

Zhou Qinglang pronounced his words very hard and said his name very clearly.

"Qing is Qingyue's Qing, and Lang is a king and a Liang."

Zhou Qinglang said a series of words in a hoarse voice, looking at the white tiles, thinking about a long time ago.

Grandma told her that she picked her up in the trash can.

I hadn't noticed it at first, because she was lying there and didn't cry. Grandma took her home and thought she might be born dumb.

Later, she was flatulent, so uncomfortable that she didn't make a sound. Grandma hugged her to find a doctor. She cried only in the hospital. Grandma was so excited. When the doctor asked her name, Grandma asked the doctor to fetch one.

The doctor said that the child's crying sound was quite clear, and Lang was the clear and clear voice of gold and stone colliding, so he was called Qing Lang.

Grandma's surname is Zhou, and Zhou Qinglang follows her surname. Grandma often laughs and says that it's good for the doctor to give her a cultural name, otherwise she plans to name her Zhou Zhouya.

The corners of Zhou Qinglang's mouth turned upwards when he thought of the past, but when he thought that Grandma had left and she was in a strange place now, his expression darkened again.

"Your name sounds nice."

Xia Wan praised both, and helped Zhou Qinglang wipe his back with a towel.

"Your name sounds nice too."

Summer-night-double.

Zhou Qinglang made a mouth shape and became inexplicably happy.

Grandma should also be happy, she met a very good person.

"Raise your arms, I'll help you wash it again."

Zhou Qinglang raised his hand cooperatively, was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"Why...why do you treat me so well?"

Treating diseases with injections, eating and bathing, these are extravagant wishes that Zhou Qinglang never even imagined before.

"You are so young, I have the ability to help you, and I will help you."

"If you didn't meet me today, would you do the same?"

Zhou Qinglang looked up at Xia Wanshuang, his black eyes were like pearls.

"Maybe."

Xia Wanshuang would not say that she would definitely help everyone she saw. If the little beggar she met today was not Zhou Qinglang, she would also give food, but she would not say that she would come back at noon, and would give money to others. Treat illnesses, but not necessarily bring them home.

After all, kindness is not something to be squandered recklessly, every thing you do has to pay a corresponding price, Xia Wanshuang currently doesn't have the ability and idea to raise a strange child.

In the final analysis, it was probably because this child was Zhou Qinglang.

Knowing her fate, knowing her suffering, knowing that she is displaced, and knowing that after all this, she is still tenacious and hardworking, so I feel even more distressed.

What's more, they are destined to have such a drama in the future, and that is her mission here.

"It's a good thing I slept here."

Zhou Qinglang muttered in a low voice, if he slept in another street last night, he wouldn't have met him, what if someone missed him.

Zhou Qinglang's low voice did not escape Xia Wanshuang's ears, and Xia Wanshuang immediately burst into laughter.

"Langlang, why are you so cute?"

Xia Wan held the little girl's face in both hands. The little girl was still a very beautiful younger sister after washing. From the facial features, it could be seen that her cheeks were thin and yellow due to the wind and sleeping, and her eyes were still beautiful.

Zhou Qinglang was dumbfounded by the compliment, knowing that what he said just now was heard, and he was a little embarrassed, but seeing the smiles on Xia Wan's faces, he became even more dizzy.

Xia Wan put on Zhou Qinglang's clothes. Although the sleeves were empty, fortunately, they could still be caught so that the clothes would not fall off.

"That's the bedroom. I slept there. This is my previous room. You should sleep in the bedroom first. The quilt in that room hasn't been changed yet."

Xia Wan pointed to the two rooms with both hands, signaling Zhou Qinglang to go to the master bedroom.

"then you……"

"Let me help you soak your clothes first."

Although the clothes that Zhou Qinglang took off were dirty, Mrs. Xia, a craftsman who is diligent and thrifty, is not willing to give up. The clothes will fit Zhou Qinglang better. She has no money to buy clothes at the moment, so even if they are broken, they can still be used if they are mended. .

When Zhou Qinglang was lying on the big soft bed, she was still a little dazed, feeling unreal. She pinched her arm fiercely, and the heartbreaking pain made her laugh instead.

All this is true.

Smiling and laughing, tears came down, Zhou Qinglang curled up and buried his head between his knees, the light from outside cast a slender shadow from the window.When he heard footsteps, Zhou Qinglang hurriedly wiped his face, pretending to be looking at the photos on the wall.

"These are my parents."

Xia Wanshuang saw Zhou Qinglang looking at the wedding photo on the wall, and spoke to her.

"Are they all gone?"

Zhou Qinglang remembered that Xia Wanshuang said that she was the only one in her family, and she regretted it subconsciously after asking.

"Well, my father passed away, and my mother... I don't know where she went, she was lost."

"Don't be sad, at least your parents love you very much."

Zhou Qinglang comforted him a little clumsily, for fear that he might say something wrong.

Just as Xia Wanshuang was about to say something, she heard a knock on the door.

"Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang, open the door."

It was Aunt Jiang's voice.

"Come on!"

Xia Wan double-answered, stepped on her slippers and hurried to the door.

"What's the matter, Aunt Jiang?"

Xia Wan looked at Jiang Wan who was standing in front of her, with confusion on her face.

"I just went shopping for groceries, and someone said that you took a homeless child home?"

"She didn't have a mom or dad, and I didn't have a mom or dad, so I just brought her back."

Children don't need to talk too much logic, as long as there is a driving reason, everything can go smoothly. Xia Wanshuang said it in a natural voice, which made Jiang Wan a little dumb for a while.

"But Shuangshuang, the caregiver doesn't take care of him like this. If you bring him home, he will be your responsibility."

As Jiang Wan spoke, her eyes fell on the little girl who walked out of the room. The little girl was very thin, with no flesh on her face, her eyes were big, and her eyeballs were dark. She looked mature beyond her age.

But seeing that it was a little girl and not a little boy, Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Langlang, why did you come out, Auntie, this is Langlang, Langlang, this is Aunt Jiang."

Xia Wanshuang introduced the two parties, bent her lips to Zhou Qinglang, and then looked at Jiang Wan.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will take good care of Langlang."

"But you are also a child... Forget it, let's not talk about it, auntie, come to the house for dinner in the afternoon, I bought ribs and came back to make soup."

Jiang Wan also knew that it was unreasonable to talk to a child at length, let alone persuade this little girl to send her away in front of her. Where can a child go with such a small child?

"Okay, thank you, auntie!"

"good."

Jiang Wan stroked Xia Wanshuang's hair, and smiled politely at Zhou Qinglang.

When the door was closed, Jiang Wan walked home while thinking about how to support the three children.

Xia Wanshuang didn't know what Jiang Wan was thinking, so after closing the door, she asked Zhou Qinglang if he was hungry.

Zhou Qinglang shook her head, she couldn't eat now.

"Then come and help me collect the cup."

The cups on the dining table were already dry, Xia Wanshuang asked Zhou Qinglang to help, put the quilt back into the bag that had been wiped clean, then put the bag aside, tiptoed to bring out the fruit .

Zhou Qinglang followed curiously, watching Xia Wan stepping on the stool to make fruit.

"Lang Lang opened his mouth."

Zhou Qinglang opened his mouth subconsciously, and Xia Wan double stuffed him with a cold strawberry.

After one bite, the sweet and sour juice exploded in his mouth, making Zhou Qinglang a little stunned.

"Lang Lang, is it sweet?"

"sweet."

Zhou Qinglang nodded desperately, his eyes sparkling.