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Chapter 127: Chapter 127

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    Zhang Hongmei sat on the bench and looked at the hurried pedestrians at the station, all pale and emaciated. Is this the case now?  There are still two years to go, and the state will regulate it, hoping not to make things more serious.

    His eyes were empty, and he stared at one place blankly, and the other party frowned.  This kid is stupid?

    It wasn't until Zhang Hongmei slowly regained consciousness that she closed and opened her eyes before she realized that a boy about her age was staring at her angrily.

    Zhang Hongmei was very puzzled, what happened?  He glanced at him suspiciously, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to meditate.

    Song Ziqian was very angry, did he look down on himself?  I wanted to ask her to reason, but seeing her resting with her eyes closed felt that it was very uneducated.  Angrily, he followed Zhang Hongmei's action and leaned back on the chair.

    Zhang Hongmei stood up and ran to the ticket gate when the voice of calling the station was heard. She has no awareness of queuing up yet, and there are always people jumping in line, but she finally entered the platform and waited for the train to arrive.

    Zhang Hongmei got on the train with the ticket in her hand and had to check the ticket again for the flight attendant.

    Song Ziqian stood behind Zhang Hongmei, staring hard at her back.

    Zhang Hongmei felt something, turned her head to look at Song Zigan, and thought the child was sick, right?

    Don't pay attention to him anymore, the train has already entered the station and is about to get on the train.  I don't have time to be serious with brats.

    After getting on the bus, I found my seat. As soon as I sat down, the abnormal boy sat beside me.

    The two looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time.  God is in sync!

    This car is a long-distance car, just passing by in city h.  But at this time, there were not many people taking the bus, so Zhang Hongmei was able to buy a ticket.  Don¡¯t even think about sleeping berths, you can¡¯t buy a ticket just by having money.

    Zhang Hongmei was hungry, and hadn't eaten for a long time. After thinking about it, she reached into her bag and took out a goat's milk steamed bun, which was stuffed with bean paste.

    The buns are still warm, just right in your mouth.

    She was satisfied after eating, but Song Zigan, who was sitting next to her, felt sad and swallowed unconsciously.  I still despise myself in my heart, I'm really useless.

    This girl is so annoying, why is she eating so slowly?

    Zhang Hongmei didn't know about Song Zigan's resentment, so she took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth and hands after eating.  Take out the history book of the second year of junior high school and endorse it.

    Song Zigan was quite surprised. This girl doesn't look very old, but she actually reads a book from the second year of junior high school?  After holding back for a long time, I still couldn't hold back.

    "Are you in the second year of junior high school?"

    "No, I will be in the second year of junior high school after the Chinese New Year." Zhang Hongmei is bored, and it would be nice to have someone to chat with you.

    "I am also in the second year of junior high school during Chinese New Year. Which school are you in?"

    "I went to junior high school in W County."

    "I go to junior high school in the city."

    "Oh!" There is no more words, I really can't have a good chat.

    "Then are you still in high school?"

    "Of course, I will be going to high school the year after next, but I have to go to the city."

    "Is there no high school in your county?"

    "No, I can only go to high school in the city."

    "My name is Song Ziqian, I am twelve years old, how about you?"

    "I, my name is Zhang Hongmei, I am ten years old, and I will be eleven soon."

    "I'm thirteen years old, two years older than you, and I'm an older brother."

    "Don't take advantage of me, you are as tall as me, how can you be my brother?"

    "You, I grew up late. My dad said that he is 1.85 meters and I will not be shorter than him."

    "That's not necessarily the case, what if you follow your mother?" Zhang Hongmei thought it was fun to tease the little boy, so she couldn't hold back her teasing.

    "My mother is not short, my father said my mother is more than 1.6 meters."

    Zhang Hongmei blushed when she saw the little boy being run over by her, fearing that he would cry, so she hurriedly comforted him.

    "Then you will definitely not be short in the future. You will be taller than your father."

    Hearing what she said, Song Zigan felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put it into words, so he turned his head angrily and ignored her.

    Are you angry?  Are you too narrow-minded?  Didn't you say anything too much?  coax it!

    ?He took out a goat milk steamed bun from his satchel, and elbowed Song Zigan, "Here, please eat the steamed bun. Don't be angry."

    Song Ziqian thought he was a man with backbone.  But he still couldn't hold back the sweet smell, took the steamed bun, "Hmph, I forgive you."

    Hey, this little kid is quite arrogant, I really don't know my sister's violent temper.  But after thinking about it, I still didn't hate him, so I did a good deed that day.

    "Why is there no bean paste in the one given to me? I want a bun with bean paste.?.  "Actually, I still want to eat more, but I am embarrassed to ask for it directly.

    Hey, you're welcome.  But he didn't refuse, and took out another bean bag and handed it to him.

    It hurts to see him gobble up the steamed buns in two or three bites, but there are not many bean buns left in the space.

    Song Zigan felt full after eating a steamed bun and a steamed bun, but he could eat another one.

    From his satchel, he took out the tin box of biscuits and the paper-wrapped cake and put them on the table, and pushed them to Zhang Hongmei, "You treat me to bean buns, and I treat you to biscuits."

    Hey, this kid's family is in pretty good condition, he has all imported biscuits.  "I'm full, I don't want to eat anymore."

    "If I give you something to eat, you will eat it. You must have never eaten it."

    Sister, what haven't you eaten?  But looking at Song Ziqian's stubborn eyes, he compromised, opened the lid, took out a piece, put it in his mouth, closed the lid and pushed it back.

    "I'm really full, just try it, but it's really delicious."

    Song Zigan didn't insist anymore, "Do you want to eat the cake?"

    "No more, I'm really full."

    Song Ziqian put the two items into the satchel again.

    The three young women sitting across from them watched the interaction between the two half-grown children and felt that they were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.  I am also very envious of their food.

    "Zhang Hongmei, where did you get off?"

    "H City, how about you?"

    "I'm going to the terminal m city, I'm going to see my father."

    "Are you alone? You must be careful, human traffickers are very rampant."

    "My grandparents are getting old and can't take the car for a long time. My father was injured, so I asked for leave to have a look. I called my father, and there will be his comrades in the car in S city, and take me with them."

    "Well, then you have to be careful, you can't talk to people casually, you can't eat other people's food casually, and you can't go with them." Zhang Hongmei's aunt mode was turned on, nagging.

    Song Zigan has black lines all over his face, does he look so stupid?  But it's nice to have someone who cares.

    "Then did I still eat your food? And talk to you?"

    "You little brat, is sister that kind of person? Why don't you spit it out?" The kid was too annoying, so I let him see my sister's violent temper when I was in a hurry.

    "You are too vulgar, who are you? I am older than you."

    Zhang Hongmei rolled her eyes unemotionally.  You are vulgar, and your whole family is vulgar.

    Song Ziqian leaned over again, "Zhang Hongmei give me your address, and I'll write to you later." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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