Chapter 151 The Third Master Is Gone
"Then you just scared Xiaoye. You go and see other children, squatting in front of Xiao Huihui and talking. It's so pitiful." Mo Ning pointed at the little poor boy squatting in the yard.
This girl has a hard mouth but a soft heart. She obviously cares about it, but she still scares that little fool Xiaoye.
Ling Sheng hissed: "Don't tell him yet, give him a surprise then."
Mourning: "I know."
If we don't talk about it now, it would be quite unkind and pitiful to make that little fool sad for two days, but it's also quite fun.
The show is coming to an end and I will go home tomorrow.
Cheng Ye has been depressed these days. He gets up before dawn every day to cut donkey grass for Little Huihui, specifically the grass he likes to eat.
In the evening, the walking time becomes longer and longer. As long as I have time, I will squat in front of Xiao Huihui and talk to it.
Little Huihui seems to be infected too, and even the corn kernels it likes to eat no longer taste good.
The entire program team is colluding with Ling Sheng. My brother is really pitiful, but I just don’t want to tell him, hahahaha.
As soon as Mourning came out of the red team's yard, he saw that Ling Sheng had taken some good things and ran to the neighbor's house again. When he arrived at the blue team's house, he asked, "What good things did you get again?"
It has been raining all day, and it has just stopped a little now. I shouldn’t go out to look for wild animals!
"Xiao Feng gave me a few sweet stalks and said they were sweet stalks. Sheng Sheng said that the neighbor must have never eaten them and gave them to him to try." Shi Lingyu pointed to the two remaining sweet stalks.
"Isn't this sorghum?" Mourning took a closer look.
"It's also called sweet sorghum." Ji Fanchen was chopping the sweet stalk with a knife, cutting it into sections for easy eating, and handed him one: "Try it."
Mo Ning took it and looked at the door again. In the afternoon, he saw his next door neighbor leaving in a car. He probably didn't go home!
Ling Sheng arrived at the neighbor's house happily and started calling the third master before entering.
Who knew that the door was open, but the door inside was locked and there was no one there.
The smile on his little face froze in an instant, and he felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart. He looked at the locked door with a lost look in his eyes.
Is the third master gone?
After all, their show will wrap up tomorrow, and it’s time to leave.
But he left, why didn't he say hello to himself?
Or she thinks too highly of herself. The third master can leave and come whenever he wants. Why should he say hello to her?
The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. Even she herself didn't understand where the inexplicable discomfort in her heart came from.
He squatted down under the eaves of the house unhappily, looking at the sweet potatoes in the basin and the two roasted sweet potatoes that had just come out of the oven and started to eat them.
Just leave.
Nothing amazing.
The rain, which was about to stop, became heavier and heavier.
Jun Shiyan got out of the car and An Yan held an umbrella behind him. As soon as the wheelchair reached the door, he saw the girl squatting at the door eating.
She squatted down, a small ball, looking weak, pitiful and helpless under the rain, like an abandoned little beast, alone.
Is she waiting for him?
It's raining so heavily. Why are you squatting at the door?
Jun Shiyan felt a sudden pain at the tip of his heart, and it was difficult to breathe for a while. The coldness in his eyes split instantly and turned into silent distress.
When An Yan was squatting at the door, she was wet from the rain. Just when she was about to call her, Jun Shiyan stopped her, asked him for an umbrella, and rolled his wheelchair towards her.