Grandma Li was not an economical person either.
She realized that she would not spoil Aunt Six, so she came right to the door.
The two old ladies started tearing each other up.
You grab me, and I’ll scratch you.
I pulled my hair, I pulled your ears, and the beating made you scream with joy.
When you were pulled away, you were panting and bleeding.
After all, Aunt Six said that the matter was unreasonable.
Grandma Li naturally wanted to take the chicken back.
Not only that, she also deliberately caught a few more.
Aunt Six was used to taking advantage.
How could she bear it?
She was just afraid of being embarrassed.
Uncle Six was holding me back, he could only yell and curse, but he couldn't reach out.
Grandma Li carried a few chickens back home, but looking at her half-dead son who was being tortured, her previous joy of victory was gone.
She held her son Li Weiguo's hand and burst into tears.
Lose An Qing watched them having fun in the real-time video.
The smile on his face became brighter.
He even became more interested in teaching Li Anran how to write.
"Anran, this is your name, sister will teach you how to write it."
An Qing took a pencil and wrote the words "Li Anran" on the scrap calendar paper.
"Well, I'll learn from my sister."
Li Anran looked at the three words written by An Qing, and then let An Qing hold his hand and write these three words bit by bit, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.
"Anran is so smart."
Anqing found that Li Anran could learn it as long as she taught it once, and she could write well.
This made her feel very fulfilled, and her interest in teaching became even more intense.
Li Anran is very sensible.
In addition to learning to write from An Qing, he also helps her with everything.
Although he is only a little older child, he is extremely considerate.
"Sister, it's snowing.
I got all the firewood back.
Sister, there's no need to go out anymore."
Li Anran ran back and forth several times with his short legs.
After Anqing started the fire, he needed firewood to maintain the heat all night.
Moved back again and again.
"Anran, you are still young, so you don't have to be so tired.
Just wait until sister finishes lighting the fire and she will go and do it."
An Qing touched Li Anran's cold little hands, feeling warm in her heart.
She grabbed them and stretched them directly towards her own.
In clothes.
"Sister" Li Anran lowered her head slightly, so that An Qing missed the suspicious blush on her young face.
"It's so cold, you'll get frostbite."
An Qing put Li Anran's little hand into his arms and rubbed it vigorously, with a look of distress on his face.
"Sister, I'm not afraid.
As long as sister is always with An Ran, An Ran is not afraid of anything."
An Ran raised her head and looked directly at An Qing with bright eyes, as if she was telling an oath.
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"Yes, my only sister is An Ran.
My sister will always be with An Ran."
An Qing looked at the dependent eyes, sighed slightly, and took Li Anran into his arms.
"Sister, don't lie to An Ran.
An Ran only wants sister, only sister."
Li Anran huddled in An Qing's arms and murmured softly.
That night, An Qing hugged Li Anran and lay together in the hot room to rest.
She slept soundly and rarely, but Li Anran slowly got up listening to An Qing's even breathing: "My good sister. , you need to sleep sweetly."
Li Anran climbed down and did not forget to tuck An Qing's quilt, and then lightly kissed her on the corner of her lips.
"Such a body is really troublesome."
Li Anran looked at his body, sighed with some disgust, and walked into the kitchen.
"In this day and age, the most useful and unobtrusive weapons are knives.
It's a pity that I haven't saved many."
As Li Anran said, he took out many small iron pieces from various gaps in the kitchen.
Those iron pieces were in his hands.
Little by little, the young hands became shiny and sharp. tgt ttrgt: