If it was before, he didn't care about anyone, he just went out if he wanted to.

But now I don't know why, if he doesn't tell Chu Xia, he always feels uncomfortable.

He ran to the door, and ran back again: "Mom, I want to go out." "

Go." Chu Xia waved his hand casually, "Don't leave the family courtyard."

The five-year-old child is normal for fun, Chu Xia wouldn't give him some rest time, just keep him working and studying, that child would have a hard time.

Chu Xia didn't know, Cen Huaian ran downstairs and didn't go to play, but ran directly to the hole in the wall of the family courtyard and meowed twice.

A boy wearing the same ragged clothes as before Cen Huai'an got in. He looked about eight or nine years old, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Huh? Little raggedy, how are you doing these days? I said why can't I see you anymore."

He circled around Cen Huai'an, looking at his clean and well-fitting clothes, with envy in his eyes.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, Cen Huai'an reacted very quickly and dodged it, looking at him like a thief.

"I'm going to school."

The boy didn't care, he withdrew his hand and said, "Why did your mother send you to school?"

Cen Huaian shook his head, he was both happy and uneasy about Chu Xia's change. I'm always afraid that when I wake up, I will go back to the time when I didn't have enough to eat.

"Tsk! Are you still going to pick up the trash with me?"

"Go."

Without hesitation, Cen Huaian carefully took off the new clothes on his body, put on the tattered old clothes in his backpack, and followed the boy out of the hole. up.

When eating at noon, Chu Xia always smelled an indescribable stench from Cen Huaian's body, not sweat. Chu Xia put a bowl of crucian carp soup in front of Cen Huai'an and asked casually, "An'an, what did you go out for today?".

Hearing Chu Xia's words, he lowered his eyes, tapped the bowl with his fingers and said, "Play marbles."

Chu Xia took a look at the clothes on Cen Huaian's body. so clean.

But Chu Xia didn't ask any more questions, she lowered her head and sipped the soup to hide the thought in her eyes.

"Don't go out to play in the afternoon, come with me to your grandma's house."

Cen Huaian raised his head instantly, his eyes could not hide the fierceness, the same as the eyes in Chu Xia when he first saw him, like a wolf cub.

"I'm not going!" The tone was stiff.

Chu Xia swallowed the fish in the crucian carp soup and said, "Go and ask for money, are you sure you want to go?"

Cen Huaian frowned, with distrust in his eyes: "Really want money?"

"Yes. Go or not?"

"Go." Cen Huai'an felt that the soup was no longer very hot, so he finished it in one go and went to serve it again.

The fish soup is really good, as good as the chicken soup.

If this is a dream, let it last longer.

After lunch break in the afternoon, Chu Xia took Cen Huai'an straight to the family courtyard of the No. 1 Textile Factory.

At this time, Chu Xia didn't know the time, but the sun was still exerting its power. When people walked on the road, even under the shade of trees, they felt hot and uncomfortable.

Coupled with the non-stop chirping of cicadas, it makes people feel hotter.

The No. 1 textile factory is not very far from the No. 3 factory, but if you walk there, it will take more than half an hour.

So Chu Xia took Cen Huai'an directly to take the bus.

If other people in the family courtyard find out, they will definitely call her a prodigal, and still take a car at this distance.

It's hot in the car too, it's faster than walking.

The structure of the affiliated courtyard of the No. 1 textile factory is similar to that of the No. 3 textile factory, but the No. 1 factory was built earlier, and the family buildings are close to each other, and they are all cramped and dark tube buildings.

In the afternoon, quite a few people were talking downstairs in the shade of the trees, fanning themselves with cattail fans.

After all, it was hot inside, and there was still a bit of wind outside.

Someone recognized Chu Xia and greeted her with a smile, and Chu Xia nodded in response one by one.

Entering the tube building, it was even hotter. It was hotter than the family building where she and An An lived, and the design was even more unreasonable.

But it's normal, such tube buildings are the most common in this era.

When Wang Yulan heard the knock on the door, she opened the door and saw Chu Xia and Cen Huai'an. She was stunned for a moment, and then she immediately smiled: "Chu Xia and An An are here, come in quickly, your father and I are talking about you." Chu Xia bluntly

said Go in: "Never mind that I didn't give you any money?"

"Why did you talk to your mother!"

Luo Dafu, the original owner's father, is a man of extreme machismo. including several children.

At this time, he was sitting on the mahogany sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand, not reading it, frowning at Chu Xia with majestic eyes.

Because he has fought in wars, he has a murderous violence in his body, all the original owner and brothers and sisters of the original owner are not afraid of him.

Sitting opposite him was her elder brother, a Ma Baonan who completely listened to Wang Yulan.

The sister-in-law who heard the movement came out with her two-year-old nephew in her arms, but her younger siblings never showed up.

Chu Xia didn't answer Luo Dafu's words, and sat on the sofa with Cen Huaian in his arms.

She didn't have this mahogany sofa when she got married, including the TV and refrigerator in the house, all of which were added in the past two years.

Moreover, these things were purchased with the original owner's money, but the original owner was starved to death, and An An was also starved to the point of severe malnutrition.

These people are all murderers who killed the original owner!

Chu Xia squeezed her hand to calm herself down, and looked directly at Wang Yulan: "Mom, you should pay back the money you borrowed from me these past few years. And elder brother, use my money to support your family. Is the flower very comfortable?"

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