[HP] Tsundere from afar

I squatted in that corner from early morning to evening, sometimes looking at the fruit, sometimes hugging the big cotton padded jacket, I drew up a fruit distribution plan in my mind, the largest apple was given to Gary, and the smaller orange was given to Fei. Les, I will eat this fruit, and these.Or you can go to the garbage dump at night and look through it. If you are lucky, you can find salad dressing. It may taste better if you dip it in a little bit, or you can save the core and maybe it will germinate and bloom in the next year... Then this plan has been continued by me until the sun The second before the fall and the second after that were torn apart in my mind. The moment I stood up, I was dizzy and my eyes were black, as if I was going to die again.

And the plans that I had torn up in my mind were flying around one by one, which caused me a headache.

Holding Gary's big cotton coat and a few fruits that might satisfy my hunger, I walked forward and collapsed like a tumbler.

The result is so clear, Gary made me wait all day, being late is not a gentleman's behavior, I am still hungry, what should I do without Gary, Gary is cheating, how are they now, the police put Where did they go, whether they will be treated as slaves, whether they will die in a corner I don't know... I should have gone like Gary if I had known.

My actions preceded my consciousness to find the location of Labaoxiang, and now Labaoxiang has changed its appearance overnight, the machine has shoveled all the garbage, it has given Labaolang a new life, and I should probably die in Labaoxiang.

The great sadness made my eyes wet uncontrollably, and I fell to sit on the alley where there was no more garbage at my feet. Regret and pain swept through my body, and I could no longer look at all this with a cold eye.

"They're just kids."

No one knows what happens when the cops take us out better than us kids who are fishing at the bottom.

If there is background music at this moment, please give me a song My heart will last forever.

Make me cry a little more ups and downs.

In the end, I cried so badly that my eyes were covered in darkness, and I seemed to be laughing at my cowardice when I saw the moonlight.

When I was awake, I still couldn’t open my eyes, and there was rustling in my ears, as well as the sound of leather shoes walking on the stairs getting closer and closer. The leather shoes stopped not far from me and opened the door.

I realized that there was a person sitting next to me, and this moment the person stood up.

"Sir, she's not doing very well."

Yo, still a man.

"Please cure her." A familiar aria-style pronunciation made me shiver, and bad guesses emerged in my heart.

"I think she is a little bit anemic, malnourished or something like that, she doesn't seem very healthy." Another man said, "Most of the children in London have these problems, as long as they don't let them anorexia, and give them nutritional supplements will be fine." Can."

Then there was the sound of a pen rustling on paper.

"I think I can prescribe her some vitamins, and the rest is up to you to protect your granddaughter."

"Thank you." Another voice I was familiar with was a little stiff.

About a moment later, they went downstairs, I opened my eyes, and what I saw was a room that was larger than the small house we lived in, with floral clean curtains, light green wallpaper, and unstained and greasy mahogany The table, and the clean white tea set, and I swear the bed I'm sleeping on has soft cushions, and the wonderful smell of carcasses of mites!

When old man Ruth came in, he saw that I was pressing my head into the quilt to bury him, and he froze at the door.

"Mr. Ruth, you hired a doctor for me." I said the fact that I found incredible in a declarative tone.

A citizen actually found a doctor for a stranger like me who had even stolen things.

I looked at Ruth through the eyelashes, and Gary said Ruth was a stinky old man, but now I feel delicious instead.

A child's mind is so strange. Just after being abandoned, he is moved to tears by a kind person's kind deed.

"You're just a child. I don't need to have trouble with a child who fainted on the road." Old man Russ walked to the table and picked up the teapot in a smooth manner.

"Thank you." I looked at Ruth, "Can I ask, Gary and the others..."

"The police will send the orphans to other orphanages, or let them go to work." Old man Ruth took a sip of his tea.

"Jobs...but they're just kids', you said." I looked at Ruth imploringly, and if he'd save me, maybe he'd be willing to save Gary and the others in turn.

But he just hummed, his brown eyes were as sharp as eagles, "But they are not my children, I don't need to help a bunch of thieves."

"You may have forgotten that I'm one of the thieves!" I felt a little annoyed.

"It's different." He paused, his tone slowed down: "It's my duty to help children like you."

"Even if I hate you again, I still have to take care of you." He said seriously.

"Forgive me for not being able to understand what you're talking about..." I felt that what he said obviously didn't make sense, and I thought about it wisely, and asked tentatively---

"Could it be that I am your granddaughter whom you have reunited for a long time?"

Ruth's face darkened...

His piercing eyes fixed on me like a hawk on a field mouse: "I don't think your brain is full of achnatherum! You bad girl with a head full of slugs."

Then Ruth put down the tea set and walked out of the room.

He looked angry and arrogant, and I felt that I seemed to be stepping on his painful feet invisibly, but what is Achnatherum splendens?What is a slug?

The next day, Ruth walked into the room with a dark face. He was holding a dinner plate, and a mouth-watering aroma came from the direction of the dinner plate.

"Is this for me?" I asked Ruth cautiously.

He nodded reservedly, and just as I quickly reached into the plate, he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

Ruth's eyebrows were drawn together: "I think you haven't cleaned yourself for a long time."

I silently retracted my blackened hand.

I guess Ruth has a cleanliness freak. After all, I am actually the cleanest of Gary and the others. Every week, I would go to the jungle river to take a bath, and Ruth caught me in the bathroom and slandered me.

"Maybe you'll use the bathroom." Ruth looked at me stiffly, then whirled back out of the bathroom.

"I thought maybe I wouldn't." I knocked viciously on the closed bathroom door.

I saw the old man Ruth coming in like a whirlwind, telling me where is the shower and where is the foam, how to use hot water and so on.

"Do you understand?"

I pretended to shake my head helplessly.

Ruth explained it to me again from top to bottom with a dark face, and then he asked me if I understood.

I held back a smile and continued to shake my head pitifully.

"You giant splendens stuffed brain." Ruth looked at me blankly.

There was a moment of silence between us.

"What is achnatherum, what is a troll? Is a slug a kind of bug? How are Gary and the others? You will help them, right? Why are you saving me?" I broke the silence like a cannonball.

"If you answer these questions, I think I can learn how to use the bathroom too." Although I think this kind of small threat is useless.

Sure enough, the other party just hummed, and then walked out of the bathroom in a serious manner.

"If you clean yourself up immediately and come out to eat obediently, I might consider answering your question." Ruth's voice came from outside.

Then I took off my clothes at the speed of a Ferrari and plopped into the bathtub. I emerged from the water and looked at this exquisite bathroom. I feel that I am as noble and comfortable as a lady walking on the streets of London.

God knows how long it's been since I've had a hot shower and lather!I was moved and mixed tears into the bath water.

About half an hour later, I opened the door of the bathroom, smelling full of energy and wearing clean clothes.

"Thank you for the bathroom and the clothes!" I said from the bottom of my heart.

Ruth snorted at me again, and I figured he'd be delighted, too, since I'm so cute and charming, even though my hair is still dripping and messy.

"Achnatherum splendens, trolls, and slugs, I will tell you their magic." Ruth emphasized the word "magic", and gave me a meaningful look.

"I'm not going to help those punks you're talking about, you're not like them."

"I help you because you are the same person as me, and our laws require us to protect minors like you."

Hearing this, I feel more and more unable to listen: "What?"

Then something happened that surprised me. Before this moment, I might still be an ordinary punk, living a life of fishing in troubled waters. After this moment, I feel that my outlook on life and values ​​are about to be subverted by Ruth up.

Because he took out a slender wooden stick from his sleeve, just when I thought it was a murder weapon and he was going to hurt me, Ruth gracefully jumped at my head with this little thing.

After a while I stare at Ruth with my blue eyes, nothing happened?

I touched my head with lingering fear, the head is still there, and the hair is still intact... Wait a minute, the hair is dry!

I swear my eyes have never been that wide, and my face must be scary right now.

Let me straighten my mind, London, sticks, dry hair, amazing Ruth.

Is it magic or magic?

Then a bold guess came to my mind --- Harry.Porter?

Eve said that her brain capacity is not enough.