After picking up the young master lost by the wealthy

Xiaoci got up early, brushed his teeth and washed his face on the roof after going to the ground, and it was still dark at this time.

He boiled the water and cooked the rice first, and when it was almost done, Jiang Yao also got up.

Jiang Yao just woke up, unconscious, and heard the deliberately suppressed ping-pong sound outside.The water boiled away "gulu gulu", and the smoke with the smell of rice got into Jiang Yao's nose.

He sat blankly for a while and got out of bed.

When Xiaoci heard the door open, she quickly put down the lid of the pot and stared at Jiang Yao firmly.

Jiang Yao glanced at him, and Gu took the washbasin to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Xiaoci fed Jiang Yan and put Jiang Yan back on the bed.

Jiang Yao entered the room and shook Jiang Meili awake, rinsed her mouth, washed her face, and fed her before letting her lie back on the bed.

Xiao Ci waited for Jiang Yao to leave before covering Jiang Meili's quilt seriously.

Jiang Yao watched from the side, and snorted coldly: I really think of the thief's mother as my own mother.

The folding table at home was taken out by Jiang Yao yesterday, and the police confiscated it when he set up a stall at night.

There is no place to eat now, so he and Xiaoci can only stand on the roof in a funny way, each holding a bowl and eating.

Jiang Yao eats slowly, he has a stomach problem, he can't eat too much food, if stuffed too fast, his stomach will be nauseated.Halfway through eating, you have to soak it in boiling water, and drink it down Xilihulu after soaking.

Xiao Ci put down the bowls and chopsticks after him, and still rushed to wash the dishes.

Looking into the distance from the rooftop, the sun has risen from the horizon.

There is still a while before school, Jiang Yao is leaning against the door, reading Xiaoci and washing the dishes.

Cold water poured down, making Xiao Ci's hands red from the cold.

Jiang Yao grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the sink: "Go away, you can't even wash a bowl."

Xiao Ci still had foam in his hands, he stood quietly, and quietly retorted: "I can wash."

"I can wash my ass, there is still rice on the bowl." Jiang Yao unscrewed the water, shivering from the cold, he washed the bowl in twos and twos.

Xiao Ci panicked and emphasized again: "I know how to wash dishes."

But now that Jiang Yao didn't let him wash the dishes, he immediately felt that he was useless and superfluous.So there is an urgent need to find something else to do, such as sweeping and mopping the floor.

Just as Jiang Yao put the bowl away, she saw Xiao Ci squatting by the sink washing the mop, her hands still red.

"Damn it, are you sick and rushing to be a bitch? Did I ask you to do housework?" Jiang Yao dragged him up from the ground.

Xiaoci looked at him: "I can do housework."

Jiang Yao saw his eyes, which were very light.It was the first time for him to look at Xiao Ci so carefully, and found that he was a good-looking child picked up for nothing, as sweet and soft as a milk cake, he was a high-class one who would be washed and thrown on the street, and would be snatched away by scouts goods.

He sneered.

Xiao Ci tilted his head to look at him.

Jiang Yao: "Let me ask you, how old are you?"

Looking at Xiao Ci's appearance, he guessed that he was only seven or eight years old.

Xiao Ci: "Eight years old."

Jiang Yao carried him, and Xiaoci couldn't stand still, and staggered on the ground.

"Eight years old? As skinny as a chick. Where's your food?"

Every time I eat, I eat such a big bowl. Is it all in the dog's stomach?

Xiaoci retorted: "I will become stronger and taller after eating."

Jiang Yao was too lazy to talk to Xiaoci here, so he let go of his hand and went to find his schoolbag: "Stay home and don't run around, I won't come back at noon today, you can get your mother something to eat."

Xiaoci ran two steps and stood at the stairs to watch Jiang Yao go downstairs.

He went down to the fourth floor, and Xiaoci was no longer visible at the stairs.He hurriedly ran to the roof, stood on the steps and waited for a while, Jiang Yao's figure appeared on the path downstairs again.

Every morning, Jiang Yao would go two ways.

If he was with Simao, he would walk through the dirty trail, and maybe meet migrant women who got up early in the morning to urinate on their children.

If he walks alone, Jiang Yao will take the opposite long concrete road.Both sides of the road are spacious, undeveloped wasteland, and there are all kinds of garbage in it.

There is also a fenced garbage dump, which used to be Xiaoci's "canteen".

It burns twice a day, and when Jiang Yao goes to school, he will pass by the smoky garbage dump.

If he goes this way, Xiao Ci will be able to watch Xiao Ci on the rooftop for a long time.

Jiang Yao's steps were very steady, her shoulders were not broad, but she couldn't straighten up, as if she was bearing a heavy responsibility like a mountain.But it is very light, like an autumn rain, without color or taste, when it falls into the soil, the flowers and plants will not germinate, will not bring about any change, and then disappear.

It wasn't until Jiang Yao reached the end of the road that he turned a corner and disappeared, then he got off the small bench and ran into the house.

Jiang Yao yawned and walked into the class.

Si Mao waved to him: "Hurry up, hurry up, here!"

Jiang Yao sat on the seat, Si Mao didn't regard himself as an outsider, and directly flipped through Jiang Yao's schoolbag: "What about the math homework, let me copy it."

Jiang Yao lay on the table: "It's in the innermost place, find it yourself."

The books in his schoolbag are neatly arranged, one after the other, with the largest inside and the smallest outside.

Simao turned to the math homework book next to the math book.

Jiang Yao changed her posture and lay on her stomach, seeing the policemen coming and going in the corridor.

"Why are there so many police officers in the school?" Jiang Yao asked.

"I came to class three to investigate, and Qiu Yan from their class got caught by that."

Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows: "Say it clearly."

Si Mao: "I'll copy first, and I'll tell you when I'm done copying."

There are only two pages of math homework, half of which are multiple-choice questions, so it is very fast to copy.

After copying, Si Mao said, "Do you know Qiu Yan, the literary and art committee member of his class, No. 2 of the top ten singers on campus last year."

Jiang Yao: "I don't know."

Simao: "Last week, Qiu Yan went to KTV with her friends, and then came back at night. I heard that when I came back, my clothes and pants were all torn, and I was so stupid. I didn't say anything when I asked, but just slanted Mouth drooling."

Jiang Yao thought: This is very similar to Jiang Meili. Sometimes Jiang Meili messes with people outside, and when she takes too much medicine, she will slobber with excitement.

Jiang Yao felt a little nauseous.

Si Mao: "Although the teachers don't allow it to be shared, the students are all passing it on."

"Pass what?"

Si Mao lowered her voice: "Qiu Yan was raped."

Jiang Yao turned his head sideways: "Not interested."

Simao took out an eraser and rubbed it on the paper.

He lowered his voice and said to himself: "Otherwise, why would the police come? Have you read the news a few days ago? We have a rapist here who has already killed two people. Qiu Yan is the only one who was raped." Those who have not been killed."

Jiang Yao stared intently at the playground.

Si Mao said: "The students in class three organized to go to the hospital to see her, will you go?"

Jiang Yao: "None of my business."

Simao let out an "oh".

"Jiang Yao, come out." The class teacher appeared at the door.

Jiang Yao pushed the table away and stood up, Simao: "What does Lao Ban want from you?"

Jiang Yao ignored him and walked to the front door.

The head teacher, surnamed Su, Su Xiao, called Jiang Yao out and took him directly to the office.

There were three policemen in the office, one of whom Jiang Yao still knew, Zheng Jingxing.

He didn't take a long look. Averting his eyes, an old policeman with a notebook asked him to sit down.

Su Xiao: "Jiang Yao, the police just ask you something, you just have to answer well, if you have anything to say, don't be afraid."

The old policeman said kindly: "Little classmate, do you know Qiu Yan?"

Jiang Yao: "I don't know."

Su Xiao interrupted: "Qiu Yan is in class three, we are in class one, how could they know each other."

Zheng Jingxing: "Teacher Su, please don't interrupt the conversation."

Old policeman: "Let me ask another way, little classmate, have you ever been in love with Qiu Yan?"

Jiang Yao: "No. I don't know her."

The old policeman took out a plastic bag: "Do you know this thing?"

Jiang Yao glanced at it, and inside the plastic bag was a pile of torn papers, which were the homework papers uniformly distributed in the school.

Although it is broken, it can be seen that his name was densely written on this shredded paper.

"Jiang Yao, Qiu Yan. There are four pieces of paper inside, two of which are your name and two are Qiu Yan's name. They were torn apart and crumpled together. We are in the garbage bag next to Qiu Yan's desk. found."

"Oh, and then what?"

Old policeman: "You really don't know Qiu Yan?"

Su Xiao couldn't help interjecting: "Comrade policeman, Jiang Yao is my student. He has good grades and is handsome. Isn't it normal for Qiu Yan to like him?"

The old policeman: "I didn't mean that, so, little classmate, you can make a record for us, and you can go to class after asking."

After finishing the transcript, Jiang Yao walked out of the office.

Zheng Jingxing found an empty corner to smoke, and turned his head to see him.

Jiang Yao stretched out his hand: "Where is my desk?"

Zheng Jingxing: "When are you free to come and get it?"

Jiang Yao: "It's noon today."

As he walked forward, Zheng Jingxing leaned on the railing and said, "Are you a student here? I just read your report card, the first in the grade, very good."

Jiang Yao couldn't figure out what he meant when he said this. He originally planned to walk away, but instead of walking, he stopped.

"Brother Jing, I want to ask you something."

Zheng Jingxing looked at him.

Jiang Yao: "Can you apply for a household registration?"

"Look at the account."

Jiang Yao: "I have a..." He paused: "Brother, he doesn't have a registered permanent residence. He came from another place, and my mother didn't give him registered permanent residence after his birth, and he still hasn't been able to do so."

Zheng Jingxing: "It's not difficult."

Jiang Yao hesitated for a moment: "Can you get one for me?"

Zheng Jingxing said happily: "What benefits do I have?"

Jiang Yao: "I treat you to dinner."

"Ten yuan Malatang, forget it." Zheng Jingxing: "I'll talk to you when I think of your help. You owe me this favor first."

Jiang Yao sat down, and Si Mao came up eagerly: "Why did Lao Ban seek you?"

Jiang Yao slapped him on the face: "Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

Si Mao was quiet for a while, then stabbed Jiang Yao with his elbow, and looked at Jiang Yao winkingly: "Hey, Du Xiaoduo is here!"

Du Xiaoduo got down from the seat to collect homework.

She has a quiet personality, walks with her head down, and has a bruise on her forehead.

After receiving Jiang Yao's homework, she pulled it and found that the other end was being held down by Jiang Yao.

"What happened to your forehead?"

Du Xiaoduo lowered her head: "Kowtow."

Whisper softly, like a mosquito humming.

"How did you drink it?" Jiang Yao asked her.

Du Xiaoduo pulled off the homework in his hand, it seemed that he didn't plan to talk to Jiang Yao anymore.

Simao shook his head regretfully: "Jiang Yao, let's get it wrong, people ignore you."

"Get out!" Jiang Yao pushed Si Mao angrily.

The table was pushed and rattled, the books in my stomach fell to the ground, and the wind outside the window blew a few pages away.

Jiang Yao felt that Du Xiaoduo was quite similar to Xiaoci, with fair skin and not a talkative person, so she bowed her head and stood there obediently.

His swarthy eyes were hidden under thick eyelashes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He drew circles on the paper, thinking to himself: I have to find a school for Xiaoci to study, so I can't stay at home all the time.

The author has something to say: It is known that Jiang Yao likes the type of Du Xiaoduo, and Du Xiaoduo is like Xiaoci

It can be concluded that Jiang Yao likes the type of Xiaoci

Brother's beauty is a mistake! [push glasses