When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

Zhou Qinglang still held the bag of fried noodles in his hand.

"There is only me in my house, so you don't have to worry about someone driving you away."

Xia Wanshuang shook his hand at Zhou Qinglang again, and smiled when he saw Zhou Qinglang put his hand up.

Xia Wanshuang led Zhou Qinglang back home all the way, went to the third floor, and Xia Wanshuang took out the key in front of the room.

"Change your slippers. I will take you to wash your hair and take a bath to clean it up and reduce germs."

Zhou Qinglang nodded, and when passing by the living room, he looked curiously at the cups and bottles placed on the dining table.

"Leave this here first. You go to the bathroom and wait for me first. I'll help you find clothes to wear."

Xia Wanshuang took the bag and medicine in Zhou Qinglang's hand and put it on the coffee table, pointed Zhou Qinglang in the direction of the bathroom, and went to the room where the original owner lived to find clothes that Zhou Qinglang could wear.

Zhou Qinglang looked over here, looked at everything curiously, walked into the bathroom, dare not touch it or touch it, and stood there waiting for Xia Wan's return.

Xia Wanshuang took the clothes that the original owner could not wear and was kept away, took pajamas and underwear, and walked to the bathroom.

"Take off your clothes, I will wash your hair first, and then take a shower."

Zhou Qinglang still squeezed his hands on his clothes. After being squeezed by Xia Wan, he obediently took off his dirty clothes and put them aside.

In the summer evening, when I looked at the appearance, I felt that the child should be very thin, but when I saw the body with the ribs clearly visible, I knew how thin I really was.

Zhou Qinglang's body is quite dirty, and the knotted and dirty hair is not well managed.

"Maybe it hurts when combing, so bear with me."

Zhou Qinglang responded with a nasal sound, and then let Xia Wanshuang comb her hair without saying a word.

Patience in the summer evening is very good. Use a fine comb to comb Zhou Qinglang's hair a little bit, and check whether there are lice in the hair by the way.

Fortunately, although it is a bit messy, there are no lice or fleas, probably because it hasn't been long since escaping from the orphanage, and the wandering time has not been particularly long.

After combing all the hair, Zhou Qinglang washed twice on Xia Wanshuang, and only after making sure that it was clean, he touched the child's somewhat dry hair with satisfaction.

"It's a bit long, I'll cut it for you later."

Teacher Xia, who has a lot of hands-on skills, said that although she teaches in junior high school, she has always been good at handwork. Whether it is sewing or paper-cutting, she also has a little research on hairstyles.

"Um."

Zhou Qinglang spoke the first word he entered the house, stood up and let Xia Wanshuang give her a shower.

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"Zhou Qinglang."

Zhou Qinglang's words were heavy, and he said his name very clearly.

"Qing is Qingyue Qing, Lang is a king and a good."

Zhou Qinglang said a bunch of words in a dumb voice, looking at the white tiles, thinking of a long time ago.

The grandmother told her that she found her in the trash can.

I hadn't found it yet, because she was lying there and didn't cry. Grandma took her home, thinking that she might be a natural mute.

Later, she was bloated and uncomfortable without making a sound. Grandma hugged her and went to the doctor. She cried at the hospital. She was very excited. The doctor asked her what her name was, and she asked the doctor to get one.

The doctor said that the child's cry was quite clear, and Lang was the clear voice of gold and stone colliding, called Qing Lang.

My grandma's surname is Zhou, and Zhou Qinglang followed her. My grandmother often laughed and said that it was good for the doctor to give her a cultural name, otherwise she planned to name her Tuesday.

Zhou Qinglang thought of the past and the corners of his mouth raised, but then he thought that grandma had already left. She was now in a strange place, her expression dimmed again.

"Your name is so nice."

Xia Wan double praised, and wiped Zhou Qinglang's back with a towel.

"Your name is also very nice."

Summer-night-double.

Zhou Qinglang lip-synched, and was inexplicably happy.

Grandma should be happy too, she met very good people.

"Raise your arm, I'll help you wash it again."

Zhou Qinglang raised his hand cooperatively, was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"Why do you... why do you want to be so good to me?"

Getting injections and treating illnesses, eating and taking a bath, were the extravagant hopes Zhou Qinglang could not even think of before.

"You are so young, I have the ability to help you, and I will help you."

"If it wasn't me you met today, would you do the same?"

Zhou Qinglang raised his head to look at Xia Wan Shuang, his black eyes were like pearls.

"Maybe."

Xia Wanshuang will not say that she can definitely help everyone she sees. If the little beggar she met today is not Zhou Qinglang, she will also give food, but she will not say that if she comes back at noon, she will give people money. Heal, but it may not be taken home.

After all, kindness is not something to be squandered. Everything you do has to pay a corresponding price. Xia Wanshuang currently does not have the ability and ideas to raise a strange child.

In the final analysis, it's probably because this kid is Zhou Qinglang.

Knowing her fate, knowing her suffering, knowing that she is displaced, and knowing that after all this, she is still working hard, so she feels even more distressed.

What's more, they are destined to have such a drama in the future, that is her mission here.

"Fortunately, I slept here."

Zhou Qinglang whispered, if she slept in another street last night, wouldn't she not meet it? What if someone misses it.

Zhou Qinglang's low voice forced him not to escape Xia Wanshuang's ears, making Xia Wanshuang amused directly.

"Langlang, why are you so cute."

Xia Wanshuang held the little girl's face. After the little girl was cleaned, she was still a very beautiful sister. From her facial features, she could tell that her cheeks were thin and yellow because of the wind and food, and her eyes were still beautiful.

Zhou Qinglang was stunned by the praise. He was a little embarrassed to know what he had just heard, but when he saw the smile on Xia Wanshuang's face, he became even more dizzy.

Xia Wanshuang put on Zhou Qinglang's clothes, although the sleeves were empty, but luckily they could still be hung so that the clothes did not fall off.

"There is the bedroom, where I slept. This is my previous room. You should sleep in the bedroom first. The quilt of that room has not been changed yet."

Xia Wan pointed to the two rooms and motioned Zhou Qinglang to the master bedroom.

"then you…"

"I'll help you soak your clothes first."

Although the clothes that Zhou Qinglang took off were very dirty, teacher Xia, a craftsman who was diligent and thrifty, was reluctant to give up. The clothes would fit Zhou Qinglang's body better. She currently has no money to buy clothes. .

When Zhou Qinglang was lying on the soft big bed, she was still a little dazed, feeling unreal, she pinched her arm fiercely, but the pain caused her to laugh.

All this is true.

With a smile, tears came down, Zhou Qinglang shrank and buried his head between his knees, the light from outside shone through the window and cast a slender shadow. When he heard the sound of footsteps, Zhou Qinglang wiped two faces in a hurry, pretending to be looking at the pictures on the wall.

"This is my parents."

Xia Wanshuang saw Zhou Qinglang looking at the wedding photo on the wall and spoke to her.

"Are they all gone?"

Zhou Qinglang remembered that Xia Wanshuang had said that she was the only one in her house, and regretted it after asking subconsciously.

"Well, my father is dead, my mother... I don't know where she went, she is lost."

"Don't be sad, at least your parents love you very much."

Zhou Qinglang comforted a little awkwardly, for fear that he had said the wrong thing.

When Xia Wanshuang was about to say something, he heard a knock on the door.

"Double, both open the door."

It's Aunt Jiang's voice.

"Come on!"

Xia night double responded, stepping on slippers and hurriedly walked to the door.

"What's the matter, Auntie Jiang?"

Xia Wanshuang looked at Jiang Wan, who was standing in front of her, with confusion on her face.

"I just went shopping for groceries. Someone said you took a homeless child home?"

"She doesn't have a mom or dad, and I don't have a mom or dad, so I brought her back."

The child's words don't need to speak too much logic, as long as there is a driving reason, everything can go smoothly. Xia Wanshuang speaks in a childish voice for granted, making Jiang Wan a little dumb for a while.

"But Shuangshuang, the carer is not taken care of in this way. If you take him home, he will be your responsibility."

Jiang Wan said, her gaze fell on the little girl who walked out of the room. The girl was very thin and had no flesh on her face. She had big eyes and dark eyes, which seemed to be age-incompatible.

But seeing that it was a little girl and not a little boy, Jiang Wan was relieved.

"Langlang, why did you come out, Auntie, this is Langlang, Langlang, this is Aunt Jiang."

Xia Wanshuang made an introduction for both sides, curled his lips to Zhou Qinglang, and then looked at Jiang Wan.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will take care of Langlang."

"But you are also a child... Forget it, auntie, let's come to the house for dinner in the afternoon. I bought spare ribs and came back to stew the soup."

Jiang Wan also knew that talking about a long story with a child was unreasonable, let alone persuading the little girl to send her away in front of the little girl. Where could the child be so small.

"Okay, thank you Auntie!"

"good."

Jiang Wan touched Xia Wanshuang's hair and smiled politely at Zhou Qinglang.

When the door was closed, Jiang Wan was thinking about how to feed the three children as she walked home.

Xia Wanshuang didn't know what Jiang Wan was thinking, and after closing the door, she asked Zhou Qinglang if she was hungry.

Zhou Qinglang shook her head, she couldn't eat anything now.

"Then come over and help me collect the cup."

The cups placed on the dining table were dried. In the summer evening, Zhou Qinglang asked Zhou Qinglang to help, put the quilt back into the bag that had been wiped clean, then put the bag aside, tiptoeing out the fruit .

Zhou Qinglang followed curiously, watching Xia Wan double stepping on the stool to get fruit.

"Lang Lang opens his mouth."

Zhou Qinglang opened his mouth subconsciously, and was stuffed into a cold strawberry by Xia Wan.

After one bite, the sweet and sour juice exploded in his mouth, making Zhou Qinglang a little dazed.

"Langlang, sweet or not?"

"sweet."

Zhou Qinglang nodded desperately, his eyes gleaming.