When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

Zhou Qinglang's words and her innocent and cute smiling face eased the mood in Xia Wanshuang's heart a lot, and a smile appeared on her face.

Xia Wan double entered the house, poured himself a glass of water, and sat on the sofa to drink slowly.

"Sister, won't you go out today?"

Standing in front of Xia Wanshuang, Zhou Qinglang said cautiously.

She could feel that Xia Wanshuang was in a bad mood. It was not anger, not sadness, but depression and depression. Zhou Qinglang didn't know what to do. She could only look at Xia Wanshuang at a loss. The voice of question was small and afraid. What disturbed you.

"I have a rest today. My sister hasn't taken you to take a good look around. I can take you out for a walk tonight."

In the summer evening, he bends his lips, and the haze on his face fades like a tide. When facing Zhou Qinglang, there is only gentleness.

Energetic is a moment, but mourning is a continuous cycle.

Xia Wanshuang had already cheered herself up in her heart, but what she said to the system didn't get too deep into her heart.

Xia Wanshuang didn't want this negative energy to affect Zhou Qinglang, took out the homework from his schoolbag, and finished the homework one by one, feeling a little tired.

The sparrows outside the window stayed on the branches and fluttered away. The branches swayed slightly in the light, and the shadows on the ground also swayed.

Outside the building, there was the sound of children laughing and making noises. In the summer evening, they packed their things and pressed their temples.

"elder sister…"

Zhou Qinglang wanted to say something, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Xia Wanshuang tilted her head and made a listening posture, but she didn't hear the following. She did not urge, moved her feet, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her mouth gasped unconsciously.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qinglang was a little nervous, and posted to Xia Wanshuang's side.

"It's nothing, but the feet are a little sore."

The skin of a child who has not had any bitterness is delicate, not to mention that the little girl’s body is relatively weak. Xia Wan Shuang has walked a lot today, and his mind has been calm. Just after relaxing, he also noticed that his feet hurt, sore and swell. .

In the summer evening, she lay on the sofa, took off the socks on her feet, and rubbed her feet.

"Sister, your feet are getting bubbles."

Zhou Qinglang twisted his eyebrows, a child with such a serious expression.

"Yes?"

Xia Wanshuang looked at her feet, and there were really blisters, and more than one of them were rubbed out, and some of them were broken, no wonder it hurts.

"I remember there seems to be ointment at home."

Xia Wan squinted her eyes and wondered where she had seen it before, but she didn't have any impression anymore.

[System]: I found it. There is ointment at the dressing table. Go and apply it quickly.

Xia Wan Shuang moved to the bedroom, took the medicine, and took the sewing box by the way, and sat on the bed.

"Langlang, can I go and fetch a basin for my sister? It doesn't need to be too much, just warm water."

"Okay, I will go now."

Zhou Qinglang rushed to the bathroom, took the basin to catch the water, and urged the water to flow faster in his heart while letting out the water.

Zhou Qinglang took the water and went to the bedroom. In the summer evening, both of them dipped their feet in. When the broken skin touched the water, there was a fiery, sharp pain.

After washing her feet in summer evening, she began to blisters for herself.

Zhou Qinglang was frightened looking beside him, his eyes staring straight.

Xia Wan Shuang endured the pain and broke the blisters, squeezed out the clear liquid inside and wiped it clean, and started to apply the medicine, but it was quite laborious.

"Sister, I'll help you. Just lie down. If it hurts you, tell me."

Zhou Qinglang involuntarily took the ointment and cotton swabs on Xia Wan's hands and squatted by the bed, holding Xia Wan's feet.

"Hey, hey, no need, Lang Lang, I'll do it myself."

How can I let a child do this kind of thing for himself?

"Sister, let me help you."

Zhou Qinglang's face was pleading, as if to do a very important thing.

Xia Wan doubled for a moment and agreed with the child.

She didn't know that Zhou Qinglang was still so flustered now, and eagerly wanted to prove that she was helpful to her.

Obviously he is just a child, so I have to think about it so much.

Xia Wanshuang only wanted to take care of Zhou Qinglang, and never thought that Zhou Qinglang would have a desire to be'needed'.

In the summer evening, he relaxed his body, put his feet on the side of the bed, and asked Zhou Qinglang to apply the medicine to himself.

Zhou Qinglang applied it very carefully, and after applying the good medicine, he would gently blow on the place where the blisters broke, as if soothing.

Xia Wan Shuang just lay down like this, her nose was a little sour.

After Zhou Qinglang applied all the medicine to the wound, he did not leave like this. Instead, he hugged Xia Wan's legs and pressed his face to her calf, making a dependent posture.

"Sister...if...if you say...without me, would you be easier?"

Zhou Qinglang tried his best to make his voice sound lighter, but in fact, his low eyebrows made the sad ones cry.

She has wisdom and sensitivity beyond her peers, and she also understands some laws that only a big person can understand.

It was because he understood that Zhou Qinglang couldn't stop himself from thinking about these things at all.

Mingming only lived with her sister for a few days, but these few days have brought her more happiness than many days in the past combined.

She didn't want to leave, she was afraid to leave.

Zhou Qinglang even thought about what would happen if she really left, even if she left, she would secretly come back to see Shuangshuang sister.

Sister Shuangshuang is weak and can't move many things.

She will give the money she gets from selling things to sister Shuangshuang, hoping that she can live better.

The more Zhou Qinglang thought about it, the more sad it became, and she started crying with Xia Wan's legs.

Xia Wanshuang burst into laughter when he saw Zhou Qinglang's painful appearance.

"Lang Lang, what are you thinking about."

Xia Wan bent down and touched Zhou Qinglang's soft hair.

"You didn't bring me any burden. On the contrary, you helped me a lot. I still have to do these things without you. Because of you, these things are more meaningful."

Xia Wanshuang's voice was not rushing, and the words were clear, and all fell in Zhou Qinglang's ears.

"I didn't pick up a child on a whim to raise it home. I happened to meet you. You don't have a home, and neither do I. When we are together, it's just one home."

Xia Wanshuang was initially persuaded by the system to sway, not to interfere with the world line, not to be the flapping butterfly, if she hadn't met Zhou Qinglang, everything should have been like this.

That day she just spread her kindness to a strange beggar, who knew that that person was Zhou Qinglang.

"Our meeting was destined."

Xia Wanshuang has a soft smile on her face, which is probably fate.

Our encounter is destined.

Destined.

Zhou Qinglang's mind was flooded with this sentence, unable to think about other things.

It seemed like fireworks exploded in front of my eyes, one after another, brilliant and dazzling.

This was the first time someone said this to her and made her feel that she was loved.

This kind of love is different from the love given by her grandmother. Zhou Qinglang couldn't say it, so she wanted to laugh and cry.

"So don't think about it like this in the future, we Langlang are a great kid, worthy of everyone's love."

Xia Wanshuang gently soothed Zhou Qinglang and wiped away the tears she had fallen.

Zhou Qinglang realized that he was crying at some point, and he hummed and leaned on his body late in the summer night.

Xia Wan Shuang originally thought that this was just a common comfort. These words would be submerged in the torrent of time, but never wanted someone to remember them in their hearts, recollecting them again and again in their minds for countless days and nights, turning them into a strong desire and possession. Engraved into the bones and blood, it is indivisible.

This is the destiny that my sister said.