"why would you say so?"

Chu Jianan looked up, there was light in his eyes, flickering, and his teeth were very white.

"Because lard is so fragrant and smooth?"

As she spoke, Qiqi's hand touched Chu Jianan's face.

"Then touch it again."

"Ah."

A pair of soft little hands, touching my face.

It felt like a small hand was touching his heart.

Chu Jianan felt very warm in his heart.

"Qiqi, when you grow up, marry me, okay?"

"Why should I marry you?"

At the age of eight, Qiqi didn’t know what marriage meant.

"because I like you."

Ten-year-old Chu Jianan already felt a vague excitement in his heart that he had never felt before.

"But I don't like you!"

Oh, just one sentence woke Chu Jianan up from his sweet dream.

"Am I not good to you? Why don't you like me?"

Chu Jianan said with some grievance.

"I don't know, but I just don't like you."

"I just like you."

Chu Jianan turned his face away angrily.

Take off his shoes and then his snow-white socks.

"Why did you take off my shoes?"

Qiqi looked at him in surprise as Chu Jianan took off her other shoe.

"My foot isn't broken."

Chu Jianan took the handkerchief and wiped Qiqi's other foot again.

This foot has no holes in the shoe and is relatively clean.

only?

When Chu Jianan was wiping Qiqi's soles, he accidentally discovered that the soles of this little foot were covered with small scars.

I quickly looked at the sole of the other foot, which was also covered with scars of varying sizes, both new and old.

"How is this going?"

"Oh, this long scar was caused by a sickle when I was mowing the grass last year. This one was pierced by my mother with an awl she uses to make shoe soles last month. What is this? Let me think about it?"

Huh?

Qiqi was stunned.

Chu Jianan put her feet against his face. Something hot dripped onto her feet, making her feel itchy...

Chu Jianan,

He actually cried.

"Why are you crying? Did your mother beat you too?"

Qiqi asked in confusion.

"Next time someone hits you, just run away."

Chu Jianan reached out and picked up Qiqi.

Qiqi, who is already eight years old, still looks like a six-year-old child, short and thin.

"Let me go, you are a bad guy."

Qiqi beat Chu Jianan.

Grandma told her.

She said she was a girl and boys were not allowed to touch her.

Chu Jianan carried Qiqi to the table, let go, and squatted down.

Then he took out the ointment and carefully applied it to both of Qiqi's feet.

Then put the ointment into Qiqi's schoolbag.

"Here, take this. If you get hurt again, apply it on yourself. If you run out, I'll get you another one."

After saying this, he raised his head, staring at Qiqi with bright eyes.

"I'm just saying, you better not get hurt."

"Ah."

Feel Chu Jianan's kindness.

Qiqi stopped struggling and nodded in cooperation.

Her grandmother once said to her: If others are good to you, you should be twice as good to them.

Chu Jianan took off his shoes and then his snow-white socks.

"Is your foot injured too?"

Qiqi looked at Chu Jianan's white, tender and smooth feet standing on the ground, but couldn't tell where he was injured.

"What if I get hurt too?"

Chu Jianan put on his shoes barefoot, stood up, and smiled at Qiqi.

"Then I'll apply the ointment on you."

Qiqi said seriously.

Hahaha, Chu Jianan laughed.

He put the socks on Qiqi and then put on Qiqi's shoes.

"This way, your feet won't hurt."

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