Can I still save it? [Transmigration Book]

When Song Wenqian was making dinner again, Su Yunjing, who had finished her homework, slipped into the kitchen to help pick beans.

"Have you finished your homework?" Song Wenqian asked him with a smile.

"It's finished."

"Then go watch cartoons, you are not needed here."

Su Yunjing didn't move, "Mom, can you make more for dinner in the future? I get hungry sometimes at night."

"If you're hungry, just tell mom, and mom will make it for you. Or, mom will take you to the supermarket tomorrow to buy something to eat?"

"The teacher said that children should eat less snacks, and their teeth are prone to damage. I heard that tooth extraction hurts. Mom, just make more dinner."

Su. Zhen is eight years old. Yun Jing communicates with Song Wenqian awkwardly in the way a child speaks.

"Mom's baby is so good." Song Wenqian kissed Su Yunjing's forehead, "Go watch cartoons, remember to stay away from the TV, don't spoil your eyes."

The praised Su Yunjing: ...

After Su Yunjing and Song Wenqian finished picking beans, they went to the living room to turn on the TV and found a Smurf to watch.

Singing on the TV --- On the other side of the mountain and the other side of the sea live a group of Smurfs...

Today Song Wenqian made homemade noodles with fried sauce. In addition to meat sauce, a lot of chopped beans were added to make the taste richer.

After dinner, Song Wenqian watched the news broadcast in the living room while knitting a sweater.

After Su Yunjing told Song Wenqian, he secretly went to find Fu Hanzhou with rice.

He spent two yuan to buy some bulk crispy rice and candied melons at the store, and brought them to other children in the orphanage.

After dividing the things, Su Yunjing walked to Fu Hanzhou and threw today's food to him.

The little man was very thin, but his sitting posture was straight, as if a sharp sword was embedded in his back, supporting his thin body.

The cool evening wind blew by, and the leaves rustled.

Mottled tree shadows fell on Fu Hanzhou's beautiful face, under the delicate eyebrows, those dark eyes were vigilant.

"What on earth are you trying to do with me all day long?"

It was hard for Su Yunjing to imagine that a seven-year-old child would make such an expression.

Fu Hanzhou didn't trust him, and didn't even like him.

Su Yunjing looked at him peacefully, "I have no malicious intentions, I just want to be friends with you."

Fu Hanzhou's voice was childish, but his expression was very cold, "I don't need friends!"

Su Yunjing only found out today that it turned out that Bingjiao was cool and cute when she was young.

"You don't want to be friends with me now, maybe you will in the future?"

Su Yunjing opened the lunch box, "Today my mother made noodles with fried sauce, let's eat first, the noodles are already a bit lumpy."

Fu Hanzhou lifted Su Yunjing's rice bowl, dumping the meat sauce and noodles all over the floor.

"I don't need friends!" After saying this, Fu Hanzhou stood up and left.

Su Yunjing looked at Xiao Kujiao who left, his temples throbbed.

In his eyes, Fu Hanzhou is a special child.

No other child is lively, no other child is innocent, no other child is lovable.

But he was still a child, and he had a hard time before.

So he doesn't trust others and will reject others' kindness, Su Yunjing can understand.

It's just that the good food was ruined, but Su Yunjing put a lot of meat sauce in it.

Su Yunjing didn't dare to waste food. He took the noodles and meat sauce and put them in the corner behind the children's dormitory, waiting to attract wild cats at night.

Su Yunjing had just finished tidying up, and the little fat man who came to ask him for candy looked at his hand and said in surprise, "Why are you playing with papa?"

Su Yunjing: ...

Su Yunjing silently went to the water pipe in the yard to wash his hands, and then went home.

Hey.

A step that was just taken yesterday was unfortunately forced to retract again today.

Xiao Kujiao is not easy to deal with.

In the dark night, a boy with a delicate and beautiful face sat up abruptly, his pale lips trembling morbidly.

Fu Hanzhou was awakened by a nightmare.

He dreamed of the woman again, dreaming that she was cursing him.

"You are an evil seed, my life has been ruined by you, do you know that?"

The hysterical curses were often accompanied by beatings. Fu Hanzhou was pushed against the wall by her, making him dizzy and his stomach churning.

"No one in this world cares about you little bastard, no one cares!"

The woman pulled his hair, her expression became more and more crazy.

"They all want you to die, you know? They all want us to die, they all think we are crazy."

After Fu Hanzhou was seven years old, he almost stopped crying. He covered his head and tried his best to protect himself.

It was her.

She was the first to curse, she was the first to beat him, and she was the one who hugged him and cried in the end.

She was out of control and insane, and the two of them moved frequently because neighbors called the police and accused her of child abuse.

Finally, one day, the police blocked the door of the house and wanted to take him away forcibly, and the woman finally calmed down.

She locked the policeman out, changed into a clean white dress, put on light makeup, squatted in front of him and smiled softly.

"You have to take good care of yourself in the future, eat and sleep on time, you know?"

She gently touched the wound on his face, kissing and kissing.

"Can you stop hating me? I just can't control it, I..." Her emotions came up again, and she hammered her head hard, her expression distorted in pain.

"Here..." She pointed to her head, and said with difficulty in a trembling voice, "It hurts here, it always hurts, and there are many noises."

She grabbed his neck, her hands and lips trembled violently, "Come with me, let's get out of here."

Fu Hanzhou's face turned red from being pinched by her.

The strong sense of suffocation stimulated his desire to survive, and he kicked indiscriminately.

She was hurt by his kick, she woke up suddenly, and let him go quickly.

Fearing that she could not control herself, she finally opened the door and handed him over to the police.

Fu Hanzhou was dragged downstairs, but the woman jumped down from a tall building.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the man lying in a pool of blood.

The policeman who was pulling him quickly covered his eyes, but Fu Hanzhou still remembered her expression.

Painful and hopeless.

Someone told him since he was a child that no one like him would treat him well.

So Fu Hanzhou doesn't like the boy who has been appearing in front of him for the past two days.

I don't even like him being kind to him for no reason.

Fu Hanzhou's immature face was completely hidden in the darkness, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his expression was numb and indifferent.

He pulled the quilt and was about to lie down when a cat meowed outside the window.

The cat jumped nimbly up the window.

It stepped on the window, slowly lowered its body, kicked its front paws, and jumped into the window to grab the little thing hidden in the darkness.

Lazily dangling its spoils, the black cat left without a sound.

Fu Hanzhou looked at the direction where it disappeared, and lay down for a long time.

Ever since Fu Hanzhou knocked over the rice bowl, Su Yunjing didn't go to the orphanage for two days.

He wasn't angry with Fu Hanzhou, but he didn't know how to make the little guy put down his guard.

In addition, Su Yunjing started to cough these two days, Song Wenqian was afraid that his condition would get worse, so he didn't let him go out these two days.

Su Yunjing didn't even go to school, just lying at home.

Taking advantage of these two days, Su Yunjing stroked the plot lines in his mind.

Let's see how the heroine influences Fu Hanzhou, can he learn two tricks from it?

It turns out.

he can not!

The heroine is a kind person who leaves her heart, and Su Yunjing feels kind-hearted.

But there are differences between men and women. There are some things that girls do will make people feel heart-warming, but men do it, which is unspeakably awkward.

Just, very sexist.

Old men are not worthy of being warm and sick.