Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

Chapter 183 Unreal, so happy

Lu Xiaomei didn't come back to sleep at night, and Wang Hui lay on her bed, still feeling unreal.

Was she really adopted by Song Wenjun?

When she took out the money and told the villagers that Wang Fugui and his wife would trouble her again and ask them to come forward to protect her and she would be rewarded, Wang Hui felt that her life was about to change.

Lying in the warm and comfortable bed, Wang Hui sucked her nose hard to keep her tears from flowing.

She was so happy. When she came to Song Wenjun's house, Lu Jiaming and Lu Xiaoman had already finished eating, and the food was being heated in the pot.

It was the first time in 12 years that she ate a delicious meal. No one gave her a supercilious look, and no one whispered in her ears, saying that she looked ugly, like a pig.

Her mood is complicated.

Why can't Lu Xiaomei stay here with a grateful heart like her, and the two of them go to and from school together? How great would it be?

In the early morning, the first time the rooster crowed, Wang Hui fumbled for clothes to wear.

"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

Last night Song Wenjun worked in the barn for a long time, and only climbed onto the kang to sleep in the second half of the night. Just now, she checked her watch, and it was not four o'clock before she slept for more than three hours.

Wang Hui was too frightened to move, and waited for Song Wenjun to breathe evenly before putting on his shoes carefully.

She was very unfamiliar with the Lu family's kitchen, so she finally figured out the general idea through the dim light outside.

She tiptoed in with firewood in her arms, and suddenly a bright light scared her out of her wits.

"Jia Ming?"

"Wang Hui, you got up too early, I'm afraid you won't find what's in the house."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"Do you get up so early every day at Wang's house?"

"Ok!"

Sometimes earlier, her adoptive mother asked her to work in the fields, and when she came back, she had to hustle a bundle of pigweed, and then cook in the dark. The adoptive mother was very calculating, afraid that she would waste electricity.

"Let me help you do it together."

"No need, Jia Ming, you can go and lie down, we have to wait for a while before dawn."

Lu Jiaming smiled self-deprecatingly, "Day and night are the same to me."

Wang Hui was annoyed secretly, "I'm sorry, I said something wrong."

"It's okay, I'll light the fire and you cook."

Wang Hui couldn't help asking, "When Xiaomei is at your house, do you also help her cook?"

Lu Jiaming nodded, "I have to do something within my power."

When Song Wenjun couldn't see it, Lu Jiaming was basically groping to cook, because Lu Xiaomei was in either this pain or that pain, and when the food was ready, she brought it up, Lu Jiaming never exposed her.

"Leave it alone, I cook very quickly, but I don't know if it suits your appetite."

"We'll eat whatever you do, don't worry about it."

He also said this to Lu Xiaomei, but Lu Xiaomei asked him to cook with a shovel.

These days, when Lu Xiaomei goes home to cook at noon, the dishes are half-cooked. He and Xiaoman can only chew slowly, otherwise they will starve.

"Wang Hui, go to school today, go and persuade Xiaomei to admit her mistake to sister-in-law."

"Well, I'll persuade her."

Wang Hui didn't let Lu Jiaming do anything, so he had to sit on a small bench. When Wang Hui couldn't find something, he told him where to put it.

It was only after five o'clock when the meal was ready, and Wang Hui's schoolbag was not brought, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and borrow books from Lu Jiaming.

"I don't know how to do this question, can you explain it for me?"

When Wang Hui read the question, Lu Jiaming explained it to her. Without paper and pen, some content could not be explained clearly, and Lu Jiaming was anxious.

"It doesn't matter. When my sister-in-law gets up, I will ask her. My sister-in-law said that if there are any questions that I don't know, I must figure them out in time. If I don't understand and pretend to understand, the problems will accumulate more and more, and finally I will be like a mountain."