When I found the heroine as a boy

Zhou Qinglang's words and her innocent and lovely smiling face eased Xia Wan's emotions a lot, and a smile appeared on her face.

Xia Wan double entered the house, poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa and drank slowly.

"Sister, aren't you going out today?"

Standing in front of Xia Wanshuang, Zhou Qinglang said cautiously.

She could feel that Xia Wanshuang was in a bad mood, not angry or sad, but a kind of depression and depression. Zhou Qinglang didn't know what to do, she could only look at Xia Wanshuang helplessly, asking questions in a low voice, afraid What a surprise.

"It's off today. My sister hasn't taken you to take a good look around. I can take you out for a walk tonight."

Xia Wan curved her lips, the haze on her face faded away like a tide, and when she faced Zhou Qinglang, there was only gentleness.

Getting excited is a moment, but mourning is a continuous cycle.

Xia Wanshuang had already encouraged herself in her heart, but what she said to the system didn't penetrate her heart very much.

Xia Wanshuang didn't want this kind of negativity to affect Zhou Qinglang, so she took out her homework from her schoolbag and finished it one stroke at a time, feeling a little tired for no reason.

The sparrows outside the window stayed on the branches, and then flew away with wings. The branches swayed slightly in the light, and the shadows on the ground also swayed.

There was the sound of children laughing outside the building, Xia Wanshuang put away her things and pressed her temples.

"elder sister……"

Zhou Qinglang wanted to say something, but his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Xia Wan tilted her head and took a listening posture, but she didn't hear the following, and she didn't urge her to move her feet, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she unconsciously let out a gasping sound.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qinglang was a little nervous, and stuck to Xia Wanshuang's side.

"It's nothing, just my feet are a little sore."

The skin of a child who has never experienced any hardship is delicate, not to mention that the little girl's body is relatively weak. Xia Wanshuang has walked a lot today, and her mind has been calm. Just after relaxing, she also noticed that her feet hurt, sore and swollen .

Xia Wan lay on the sofa, took off the socks on her feet, and rubbed her feet.

"Sister, you have blisters on your feet."

Zhou Qinglang frowned, it was rather serious for a child to make such an expression.

"is it?"

Xia Wan looked at her feet, they were really blistered, more than one was worn out, some were already broken, no wonder it hurt.

"I remember that there seemed to be some ointment at home."

Xia Wan squinted her eyes and thought about where she had seen it before, but she didn't remember much.

[System]: I found it, there is ointment at the dressing table, Shuangshuang, go and apply it

Xia Wan walked to the bedroom with both hands, took the medicine and the sewing box by the way, and sat on the bed.

"Langlang, can you get a basin of water for my sister? It doesn't take much, just lukewarm water."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Zhou Qinglang hurried to the bathroom, took a basin to catch the water, and urged the water to flow faster while pouring the water.

Zhou Qinglang went to the bedroom with the water, and Xia Wan dipped his feet in it. When the broken skin touched the water, there was a burning and sharp pain.

After Xia Wan cleaned her feet, she began to soak herself in blisters.

Zhou Qinglang looked at it from the side, his heart skipping a beat, his eyes fixed on it.

Xia Wanshuang endured the pain to burst the blisters, squeezed out the liquid inside to wipe it clean, and began to apply the medicine, but it was very laborious.

"Sister, I'll help you. Just lie down. If it hurts you, just tell me."

Zhou Qinglang took the ointment and cotton swabs from Xia Wan's hands involuntarily, and squatted beside the bed, holding Xia Wan's feet.

"Hey, hey, no need, Langlang, I can do it myself."

How could I let a child do this kind of thing for me? Xia Wan was so startled that she wanted to move her feet back.

"Sister, let me help you."

Zhou Qinglang's face was pleading, as if he was about to do something very important.

Xia Wan was taken aback, and followed the child's wishes.

She didn't know that Zhou Qinglang was still in such a panic now, eager to prove that she was helpful to her.

He's obviously just a child, yet he still has to think about it so much.

Xia Wanshuang only wanted to take good care of Zhou Qinglang, never thought that Zhou Qinglang still had the desire to be 'needed'.

Xia Wanshuang simply relaxed her body, put her feet by the bed, and asked Zhou Qinglang to apply medicine to herself.

Zhou Qinglang applied it very carefully, and after applying the good medicine to the place where the blisters were broken, he would gently blow on it, as if to comfort him.

Xia Wanshuang just lay there, her nose a little sore.

After Zhou Qinglang applied all the medicine on the wound, he didn't leave like this. Instead, he hugged Xia Wan's legs, put his face on her calves, and made a dependent posture.

"Sister...if...if...you don't have me, will you relax a little?"

Zhou Qinglang tried his best to make his voice sound lighter, but in fact, his lowered eyebrows were so sad that he was about to cry.

She has intelligence and sensitivity beyond her peers, and she also understands some laws that only adults understand.

Just because he understood, Zhou Qinglang couldn't stop himself from thinking about these things.

Mingming has only lived with her sister for a few days, but these few days have brought her more happiness than the sum of the past many days.

She doesn't want to leave, she's afraid to leave.

Zhou Qinglang even thought about what would happen if she really left, even if she left, she would secretly come back to see Sister Shuangshuang.

Sister Shuangshuang is weak and cannot move many things.

She will give the money she gets from selling things to Sister Shuangshuang, hoping that she can live better.

The more Zhou Qinglang thought about it, the sadder he became, and he wanted to hold Xia Wan's legs and cry.

Seeing Zhou Qinglang's painful appearance, Xia Wan couldn't help laughing out loud for some reason.

"Langlang, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Wan bent down and stroked Zhou Qinglang's soft hair.

"You didn't bring me any burden. On the contrary, you helped me a lot. Without you, I still do these things, because with you, these things are more meaningful."

Xia Wanshuang's voice was unhurried, with clear enunciation, all of which fell into Zhou Qinglang's ears.

"I didn't pick up a child on a whim and take it home to raise. I happened to meet you. You don't have a home, and neither do I. When we are together, we are a family."

At first, Xia Wanshuang was swayed by the systematic persuasion, not to interfere with the world line, not to be that fluttering butterfly, if she hadn't met Zhou Qinglang, everything should have been like this.

That day she just spread her kindness to a strange beggar, who knew that that person was Zhou Qinglang.

"It was fate that we met."

Xia Wan had a gentle smile on her face, this was probably fate.

Our meeting was destined.

fate.

Zhou Qinglang's mind was filled with this sentence, unable to think about anything else.

It was as if fireworks exploded in front of my eyes, one after another, gorgeous and bright, making people's ears ringing and dazzled.

This is the first time someone has said such words to her, making her feel loved.

This kind of love is different from the love given by my grandmother. Zhou Qinglang couldn't explain it, but felt like laughing and crying.

"So don't think like this in the future, our Langlang is a wonderful kid who deserves everyone's love."

Xia Wanshuang gently comforted Zhou Qinglang and wiped away her tears.

Zhou Qinglang realized that he had shed tears at some point, and moaned and leaned against Xia Wan's body.

Xia Wanshuang thought this was just a common comfort, these words would be drowned in the flood of time, but never thought that anyone would remember them in their hearts, they recalled them in their minds again and again for countless days and nights, and turned into strong longing and possession, Carved into the blood, inseparable.

This is what my sister said was destined.