The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

Su Qinghe woke up from the pain of the wound. Before she even opened her eyes, tears fell first.

"Mom." When she opened her eyes and found no one in the room, her tears flowed even more.

The door was not completely closed, leaving a slight gap, for fear that the child would not be able to find anyone when he woke up later.

People outside vaguely heard movement in the house.

"Wake up, dear," Wang Xiujuan bent down and picked up the child, "Do you want to pee?"

Su Qinghe hugged her mother's neck and moaned that it hurt.

"Mom, please brag to us." Wang Xiujuan saw her daughter bleeding so much at that time, and now she is scared to think about it.

Fortunately, it only looked serious and the wound was not very deep. Children recover quickly and scabs will form in two days.

"Be careful next time and don't run too fast." Wang Xiujuan said as she pushed her hair to the side to avoid touching the wound.

The wound was not wrapped with gauze. The weather was hot and I was afraid that it would become inflamed if I covered it for a long time, so I had to pay attention to it, as well as my hands. During this period, we should pay attention to it.

"Don't touch the water with the wound. Do you remember what you have to do?" Wang Xiujuan warned her daughter carefully.

Su Qinghe nodded with tears in his eyes.

Three years have passed. Instead of maturing, Su Qinghe has been spoiled by her family and become more and more squeamish. Her life skills have declined instead of improving.

No one who sees Su Qinghe now can connect her with the Su Qinghe of her previous life.

"Are you hungry?" Wang Xiujuan touched her belly. Most of the day passed and she only had one breakfast.

It was okay if I didn't say it, but when I did, Su Qinghe realized that her stomach was growling, and she nodded sheepishly, "I'm hungry."

Wang Xiujuan laughed and put her on a chair aside, "Don't move around. Mom will get it for you."

Her rice was kept warm in the pot, just in case she woke up hungry.

Su Qinghe dangled her bare little feet and ate the rice fed by her mother one bite at a time. She was very good.

The portion of rice is not a lot, just enough for Su Qinghe. If it is not enough, drink milk powder or eat fruit.

Some time ago, Su Jianguo and the others went out and came back with a big bag of apples.

Although Su Qinghe was raised squeamishly by the Su family, she also knew that food could not be wasted, especially at a time when many people did not have enough to eat, and what they ate was still polished rice and fine flour.

Occasionally, the family would cook a few meals of whole-grain rice, which was really throat-cutting. Su Qinghe would chew it carefully for a long time before swallowing it.

"Mom, can you tie your hair up?" Wang Xiujuan washed away the bowl and held the hair-tying tool in her hand.

After sleeping, Su Qinghe's hair was messy and draped on her back.

Su Qinghe nodded obediently when she heard her mother's words, turned around and asked her mother to tie her hair.

Wang Xiujuan never knew how to tie her hair in so many ways before. Since having a daughter, she has slowly learned various ways. However, the one who is the best at tying hair in the family is her mother-in-law.

Many of the skills she has learned now were learned from her mother-in-law. Fortunately, she has great hands-on skills and learned them well after watching them a few times.

Su Qinghe also liked others to tie her hair. When the comb was combed through her hair, she felt very comfortable and her eyes narrowed unconsciously.

Anyone who sees this little expression can't help but want to touch her, want to hold her in his arms and ravage her.

The wound that was still a little painful at first seemed to be less painful now. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or because it was too comfortable for my mother to comb her hair.

Wang Xiujuan did not make it too complicated, so she took the hair on both sides of the ears and tied them into two small braids, mainly to prevent the hair from getting into the wound.

The two small braids are tied behind the head with a hair tie, and the rest of the hair is arranged and still hanging on the back, and the simple and beautiful princess hair is braided.

"Do you like it?" Wang Xiujuan held up a mirror for her to look at.

Su Qinghe looked at herself in the mirror, moving around a bit coquettishly, and the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously. She was so beautiful.

"I like it, thank you mom."

I recall that Su Qinghe often suffered from hair loss in her previous life. Her hair fell out in large clumps. The most terrifying hair loss occurred when she was washing her hair.

When Su Qinghe gets up every morning, the first thing he does is pick up the hair that fell on the pillow the night before and throw it away.

Fortunately, Su Qinghe had a terrifying amount of hair in her life, although in the summer, it would be very hot to have so much hair hanging down her back.

Washing your hair is also very troublesome. Such thick hair is not easy to get wet. It takes more than half an hour to wash it clean every time, but it does not diminish Su Qinghe's love for hair at all.

She was afraid of having too much hair. She was afraid of having too little hair. In this life, she had to protect her hair and not be a bald person.

The family also noticed Su Qinghe's cherishment of this hair. Su's mother also copied the method of protecting her hair that the wet nurse taught her on paper and gave it to her granddaughter.

This made Su Qinghe very happy, but she didn't forget that she couldn't read yet, so she gave the paper to her mother.

She asked her mother to help her take care of her hair according to what was written above. She coquettishly and begged for a long time before she finally agreed.

When Wang Xiujuan saw the paper full of writing, she felt dizzy. How could she pay so much attention to washing her hair?

But let’s not say it, my hair is indeed much better than before, shinier and softer to the touch.

Because she could not keep up with nutrition when she was young, Wang Xiujuan's hair quality has never been very good. It is even a little yellow and the ends of her hair are dry. It is difficult to comb her hair every time.

The injured Su Qinghe couldn't do anything now. It was inconvenient for her to pick up things and she would touch the wound accidentally.

He could only sit there huddled in a ball and look out in a daze, which made people feel distressed.

But in fact, Su Qinghe didn't feel lonely. It was quite interesting to sit there and look outside.

In her previous life, she was busy every day. She wished she had twenty-five hours a day. She could never finish her work. She kept her cell phone on 24 hours a day and dared not mute it.

There was no time to sit there and take a good look at the scenery outside. It seemed that she wanted to see all the scenery she had never seen before in her life.

In fact, her brothers ran out every day, and every time they went out to play, they would ask her if she wanted to join them. Su Qinghe refused most of the time.

Every time they come back from outside, they are all dirty. You don't need to guess to know that they must have played crazy.

No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she knew that for a little girl like her, if she followed them out, they would definitely not have enough fun, and they would have to devote their time to taking care of her.

But sometimes when she was at home, her brother would come and play with her after finishing the homework assigned by her grandfather.

Or tell her some stories that she has never heard before. Sometimes she is curious about what they are learning, and it always feels a little different from what she imagined.

Every time they stayed in the study for most of the day, they never came out except to eat and go to the bathroom.

And I feel very tired every time I come out, especially as I grow older and learn more things.

Sometimes, Su Qinghe saw injuries on her eldest brother's body, and she didn't know how they got there. She didn't hear any movement.