I am super sweet! [Entertainment]

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It's the first encounter from Brother Zuo's perspective ww

(To make up the number of words, the number of words is not enough to 167, so I can't post it woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)

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The author has something to say: "Fanwai II: First Encounter"

More than 20 years ago, Sheng'an Villa District in City A.

Little Zuo Wenqi, who was only six years old, opened his eyes dimly, only feeling severe pain all over his body, but also very warm.

He has long been used to the pain, but the warmth... is it an illusion?

He opened his eyes completely in a daze, and saw that he seemed to be lying in a strange room, covered with a soft quilt, all injuries seemed to have been treated, and some serious ones were even wrapped in bandages.

How is this going?

Little Zuo Wenqi's eyes were full of confusion, he stood up and got out of bed, and before he had time to look around, he heard the door being pushed open with a "click".

Usually, if the door was pushed open in that house, it meant that he was likely to be beaten again.He flinched subconsciously, but saw a child over one year old walking in from the door.

Because the weather was relatively cold, the child was wrapped tightly like a zongzi. When he saw little Zuo Wenqi, his eyes rolled and he shouted childishly: "Brother, brother!"

The child was not yet able to speak well, and he was even less able to walk. After calling someone, he stumbled over and threw himself into little Zuo Wenqi's arms.

"Brother, brother, hug!"

Little Zuo Wenqi was thrown back by him and took a small step back, and some new injuries on his body were even more painful, but when he felt the warm temperature on the child's body, he was reluctant to push away.

He hesitated and tentatively stretched out his hand, and gently placed it on the child's head.

As if sensing the touch on the top of the head, the child raised his head, and his ignorant black eyes were like a pair of pure black jade, clear and clean, which was the unique innocence and innocence of a child.

……so cute.

At this moment, another woman walked in at the door, looked at her child's behavior and yelled helplessly: "Xiao Le, why are you pestering her again?"

She came over and squatted down, pulled Xiao Ning Xiaole away and stood aside, and looked at Xiao Zuo Wenqi with a gentle smile: "You finally woke up. I'm sorry, our family Xiao Le is clingy, and she loves to shout when she sees people." Someone hugged, did it press your wound?"

At the moment when his arms were empty, little Zuo Wenqi instinctively took another half step back, and when he heard Mother Ning's gentle inquiry, he paused again, lowered his head and shook his head.

Ning's mother seemed to be relieved, and pulled Xiao Ning Xiaole again and said in a gentle voice: "My brother is injured now, so I can't hug him, or my brother will be in pain, you know?"

Xiao Ning Xiaole seemed to understand what her mother meant, made a frowning movement, and then pointed in the direction of Xiao Zuo Wenqi: "Hoo hoo!"

"Well, Huhu hurts and flew away." Mother Ning rubbed his head with a smile, "Then Xiao Le goes to give brother Huhu?"

Xiao Ning Xiaole obediently ran to Xiao Zuo Wenqi again, took Xiao Zuo Wenqi's left hand with her fleshy little hands, and gently blew on an old wound on the back of his hand.

The temperature of the child's hands was higher than that of ordinary people, and the warm breath sprayed on the back of the hands, making it slightly itchy.

Little Zuo Wenqi looked at the child's concentration, and stood still, not knowing how to react.

His stomach was more self-conscious than him, and it didn't take long to make a "cuckoo" cry.

Little Zuo Wenqi blushed, looked very uncomfortable with his head down, but he heard Ning's mother chuckle lightly, raised her hand to touch his head and said, "Are you hungry? It just so happens that the meal is ready, let's go together." How about a meal?"

"Fanfan!" Xiao Ning Xiaole was obviously more excited, holding Xiao Zuo Wenqi's uninjured fingertip with her small hand, as if she was going to drag him to the living room for dinner.

Ning's mother also got up at this time, rubbed Xiao Ning Xiaole's head, and stepped out of the room first.

Little Zuo Wenqi has no experience in getting along with others, but instinctively wants to keep the temperature of his fingertips, and obediently follows Xiao Ning Xiaole out.

In the living room, father Ning just came out with a plate of food, and greeted little Zuo Wenqi with a smile: "Are you awake? Wash your hands and eat, you must be hungry for a long time, right?"

After finishing speaking, he put down the dishes in his hands, and said to Xiao Ning Xiaole: "Xiao Le, take brother to wash his hands."

Xiao Ning Xiaole obediently led little Zuo Wenqi to a sink dedicated to children in the kitchen, and demonstrated how to wash his hands in a dignified manner, and finally waited aside as if to supervise him.

Little Zuo Wenqi washed his hands obediently, and was taken out by him again. He dragged out a chair specially used for children to eat, and a small table was attached to the chair.

Ning's mother came over and carried Xiao Ning Xiaole into his own little chair, and motioned for little Zuo Wenqi to sit at the table.

Little Zuo Wenqiu was obedient and obedient. Not long after he sat down, Father Ning brought him a bowl of thick meat porridge, and said with a smile, "I don't know how long you've been hungry. I'm afraid it's not good for you to eat too much suddenly." , have some porridge first."

"Thank you, thank you." Little Zuo Wenqi lowered his head and whispered his first words after waking up. He stumbled a little and seemed very embarrassed.

Father Ning didn't say much, rubbed his head and handed him a spoon and chopsticks: "Eat first if you're hungry, don't wait for us."

Little Zuo Wenqi was really hungry. After hesitating for a while, he gently picked up the spoon, scooped up a mouthful of meat porridge and put it into his mouth.

The temperature of the meat porridge was aired just right, neither too hot nor too cold, and it slid down the throat with a unique flavor and warmth, making the whole person seem to become warm.

At this time, Ning's mother, who was sitting next to him, picked up some dishes for him with her serving chopsticks: "These are relatively bland, and I'm afraid you're too embarrassed to pick them up, so I'll pick them up for you first, Auntie."

Little Zuo Wenqi quickly thanked him again, took a small bite of the egg flower that Ning's mother gave him, it was still a little hot, but he didn't seem to notice it, and ate it whole.

This was the first time that little Zuo Wenqi ate something hot since he could remember.

The tip of his nose was sour, and his eyes instantly became blurred.

Mother Ning noticed his strangeness, and quickly put down her chopsticks and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Is it not to your liking?"

When Father Ning heard the voice, he also came over with concern and asked, "Or did you accidentally get another wound?"

Little Zuo Wenqi found out that he was crying after a while, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his eyes, shook his head desperately, and refused to speak, but the more tears he wiped away.

Xiao Ning Xiaole next to him seemed to notice his state, and called "Dad" a few times to let Ning's father carry him down, then ran to the coffee table in the living room on short legs, grabbed a Sugar came back again.

The table next to the dining table was a bit high, Xiao Ning Xiaole raised her head and stretched out her hands, held the candy between her hands and handed it to Xiao Zuo Wenqi, and said childishly, "Sweet, don't cry!"

Little Zuo Wenqi looked at the pink candy in the child's white and tender hands, and forgot he was still crying. His eyelashes were wet with tears, and the corners of his eyes were red, not knowing how to react.

Ning's mother quickly understood what Xiao Ning Xiaole meant, and explained to him with a smile: "Xiao Le said that eating a sweet candy will make your heart sweeter, and you won't want to cry."

Little Zuo Wenqi sniffed, reached out to take the candy, and saw Xiao Ning Xiaole smiling sweetly at him, which was extraordinarily bright and warm under the warm yellow light.

He gently unwrapped the candy and put the candy in his mouth. The strong strawberry flavor spread on the tip of his tongue, very sweet.

... very sweet.