i was my mistake

This morning seems to be particularly hasty, the phone here just hung up, and there was another knock on the door...

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36. Huayinyin

The windows in the corridor seemed to be left open, and as soon as the door was opened, strong winds poured into the room, making Wan Qing's uncombed long hair even more messy.

She thought it would be Zhao Jinyu who lived across the door, but she didn't expect that there was no one in front of her.

Her gaze moved down slowly, and finally landed on the girl who was a head shorter than herself.

——approximately in the fifth or sixth grade, with black and shiny hair and two cute braids, staring at her curiously.

"You are……?"

"You, why are you at my house?"

"..." Wan Qing looked up at the house number, then looked back at her father who was leaning on the sofa watching TV—even though there were no programs left, only the hissing snowflake screen remained, "This It's my home."

"Eh?" The girl looked up at the house number for a few more times, then shrank her neck in panic, "Yes, I'm sorry...I, I just moved here..."

"Where do you live?"

"Eight...zero four."

"That's at the far end of the corridor." Wan Qing pointed to that side, "You're walking the wrong way."

She scratched her cheek slightly embarrassedly, and then quickly ran towards the other side of the corridor.

Wan Qing didn't rush to close the door, but put on a pair of canvas shoes casually, stepped on the upper with her heels, trotted to the window in the corridor with a 'tap, tap', and pulled the window shut with a 'swish'.

The howling wind finally eased a little. As for the other side—— Wan Qing was too lazy to run so far, so she retreated into the house and was about to close the door.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The girl with braids kept knocking on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Today is Sunday, and she is still carrying a small schoolbag. It doesn't look like she just went out and forgot something and came back to pick it up, but just came back from other places.

Wan Qing is not interested in other people's affairs, and the perennial city life has already made her indifferent.

After closing the door, the rest of the things have nothing to do with me.

This feeling is actually quite good.

What she hates the most is the acquaintance society in the village that is prone to entanglements.

After closing the door and returning to the house, another busy day began.

It happened to be a day off today, so she also had time to try the 'maintenance' method that Zhao Jinyu taught her yesterday, washing her face carefully, and carefully applying various skin care products.

The most troublesome thing is actually combing hair.

Because you can't see the back when you stand in the mirror, you can only rely on your feelings.

At most, turn your head slightly to see if your hair is roughly neat.

Then she picked up a red hair rope, passed it through the gathered hair, and then tied it back and forth at the root twice, and a not-so-clean and capable single ponytail was tied up.

——But it is always much more comfortable than having long hair loose.

She looked at herself in the mirror who was learning these things clumsily, the corners of her mouth suddenly raised, but there was not much smile in her eyes: "Heh... beautiful girl."

Breakfast is always very simple, nothing more than cooking porridge, making fried eggs, etc., and taking the time to boil water.

"Crack." Opening the refrigerator, there was no food in it.

Yes, I didn't buy it yesterday.

I wanted to go today, but a typhoon blew up. Even if the vegetable market is not far away, I'm afraid I won't be able to go there.

"Huh—" The wind blew violently, and the trees outside the window tilted as if they were about to be blown down.

Some pedestrians were speeding along the road, and the umbrellas were blown upside down.

It doesn’t even feel safe to be at home—as if the whole apartment could be knocked over at any moment.

Wan Qing ate breakfast and left a copy for her father as usual.

Originally, he wanted to call him, but he fell asleep looking at the snow screen with no signal, and the sound of 'Zi Zi' from the TV turned into hypnotic background music.

She cleaned the dishes and cleaned the kitchen by herself. The wind was howling outside, but she only felt extraordinarily peaceful in her heart.

Taking advantage of her free time today, she changed all the garbage bags at home, and all the garbage was collected in a bigger bag, which she carried to the door.

Just put it by the door and take it with you when you go out, otherwise you will always forget it.

The long corridor was empty, and the windows on the other side were closed. The wind was noisy outside, but it was calm inside.

However, there were still some footsteps in this quiet corridor.

She looked not far away, and saw the girl with braids just now pacing back and forth, like a homeless kitten.

"What's wrong?" Wan Qing couldn't help asking.

"I...no one in my family..."

Wan Qing touched her nose: "When will your parents come back?"

"Just now I went to make a phone call and said, said it was going...tonight."

She sighed helplessly: "then you can come to my house and sit for a while."

"Eh?" She shook her head in a panic, and said timidly, "No, no need..."

"There's a typhoon blowing outside, aren't you tired from walking up and down the corridor?" Wan Qing waved to her, "Come and sit here for a while, and go back at night."

"Mm... um." She grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and walked over cautiously, "Is that okay?"

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with it." She pushed the door open a little more, "Come in."

The girl nodded weakly, bent over and took off her shoes, and then walked into the room with a pair of gray socks.

Wan Qing took a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of her, and walked a few steps into the living room: "Sit in my room."

"Mmm...?"

She wandered into the living room, and saw Ye Youliang lying crookedly sleeping - he hadn't shaved for a long time, he already looked quite sloppy.

"What's your name?" Wan Qing asked casually.

She lowered her head shyly, playing with her two long braids: "Hua...Hua Yinyin."

"Hua Yinyin...?" Wan Qing silently read the three words, "What a special name."

"Yes, sorry!"

"Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?" She looked puzzled, "My name is Wan Qing, the night is late, the sunny day is sunny."

"Wan Qing...sister."

This elder sister shouted softly and softly, making her feel that her bones were a little crispy.

"What grade are you in?" Her tone softened.

"Sixth...seventh grade."

"Ah, is it the first day of junior high school?"

"Ok!"

Wan Qing looked at her height and that extremely immature face again, and laughed twice: "I can't tell..."

"You've only just entered the first grade of junior high school..." She flattened her lips.

Wan Qing has already pushed open the door and let her sit where she and Ye Chen do their homework.

——Although I don’t use it very much recently, because I went to Zhao Jinyu’s house to write.

Then she poured a cup of hot water boiled with ginger from the kitchen and placed it in front of Hua Yinyin.

She was dangling her legs, looking at the round bed curiously. When Wan Qing pushed the door in, she straightened her back and sat upright.

Wan Qing couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, just relax."

"Um……"

"Did your family just move in?"

"Well, I used to live in school." Hua Yinyin said childishly, and Wan Qing realized that her mouth was missing two teeth.

Although I have already entered the first grade of junior high school, there are still a few teeth that have not been replaced.

"Are you back from vacation now?"

"No... I will live at home from now on."

"What about your luggage?"

She patted the small schoolbag she was still carrying, and whispered, "It's all here..."

No wonder this schoolbag looks so bulging, Wan Qing thought it was full of books, but now it looks like it should be full of clothes.

The house was really shabby, there was no snacks at all, so Wan Qing could only pour a glass of water in embarrassment.

Or should I just fry a poached egg for her to eat?

But it always felt a little weird to do so.

Can that be considered a snack?

"Do you want to eat poached eggs?" But she still asked.

"Huh?" Hua Yinyin didn't follow Wan Qing's train of thought for a moment.

"I don't have anything good to eat at home. If you're hungry, I'll cook you a poached or splashed egg."

"No need...?" She said rather embarrassedly.

"It's okay, you're welcome. Uh, the weather is a bit cold. Why don't you just use boiled egg with chopped green onion in it? It tastes good too."

"...Thank you sister."

"Relax, I'm not that serious person." Wan Qing waved her hands lazily, "Put down your schoolbag, won't you be tired if you carry it all the time?"

"Put, where?"

"You can put it on the floor or on the table." Wan Qing said, took out the tape machine that had been repaired before, pressed the button, and there was a crisp mechanical sound, and a melodious singing voice came from inside.

This tape belongs to Teresa Teng, and it is much sweeter and gentler than Anita Mui's song.

In fact, Wan Qing doesn't know how to take care of children at all, but she put herself in her shoes and thought that if she didn't do anything here, she would definitely feel bored, so she searched around in the bedroom again, and finally found two extra-curricular books.

One is "To Live" by Yu Hua, and the other was bought at a street stall before. The author's name has never been heard before, and the title of the book does not seem serious.

She bought it because the title of the book seemed to be in the style of light novels of later generations, which made her feel a little surprised-it turns out that such a book has been written for a long time.

So I bought it back as a collection.

Compared to the hardcover "To Live", this book is much more casual. The pages are yellowed, the paper is thin, and the cover seems to have nothing to do with the title of the book. The advantage is probably that the book is thick enough and the volume is large enough...

But in fact, this thing is also a trick to sell dog meat. After opening it, there are irrelevant stories inside. It looks like a thickened version of the story.

It fits the stinky and long title of the book quite well:

"After the end of the world, I put together countless stories."

Wan Qing thinks it would be better if she buys some serious stories next time, because the stories in this book seem to be written by elementary school students, and she can't read them at all. Occasionally there are a few good ones, but compared to so many stories , which is really too little.

It's too much trouble to find it.

"If you're bored, read a book for a while, and I'll make you splash eggs, okay?" Wan Qing said in a coaxing tone, with a gentle smile on her face involuntarily.

"Okay, okay." She nodded nervously and nervously.

"Relax and relax, just treat it as if you were at your own home." Wan Qing gently touched her head, the soft touch made people want to touch it a few more times.

What a cute little girl...

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37. Little Lolita