Chapter 9 (1/2)

Liu Liang said with a hand on her side and clenched it hard. She didn't dare to call out her mother. She didn't dare to listen to Zhou Lanping. Give her some more time. They still have a lot of time. She hasn't grown up and she hasn't grown up. In this life, she has a good life, but she must grow into a big tree.

You can give your mother a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

”For me?”

Zhou Lanping quickly picked up the bowl. As soon as the bowl was picked up, she smelled a sour and sweet taste.

She couldn't help taking a sip. There was an apple smell. It was a little sweet, but it wasn't as greasy as sweet. It was the pure Apple smell. The smell could make her bite off her tongue.

The sour and sweet taste is like eating an iced watermelon in the hottest summer, not to mention how comfortable it is.

”Liang Liang, is there an apple in this?”

Zhou Lanping remembered where the apple pieces in the bowl came from and where there were any surplus apples in their home. The only apple was the one given to her by Grandma Wang.

And she thought Liu Liang was eating, and eating for her daughter was happier than eating by herself.

This is a mother. Even if she starves to death, she is reluctant to let her daughter eat less rice and a grain of rice.

”I can't finish eating, so I put it in it.”

Liu Liang still holds her hand behind her.

”I'll go to bed first. Don't be too late.”

She turned and left. In fact, she didn't dare to face Zhou Lanping too much now. She was afraid that those guilt would make her collapse, but in Zhou Lanping's eyes, she was shy and awkward.

”I also said that she was cold and not sensible. I think it's just the embarrassment of children's families.” and her self-talk made Liu Liang, who had just entered the house, stop for a while.

Well, she's what she says.

Awkward is awkward. People are always uncomfortable.

If she is not sensible, she will grow up and be sensible. If she doesn't understand all her life, it's her fault. If she doesn't understand all her life, it's her crime.

If you lose more, you will know what is right and wrong?

If you do many wrong things, you will know how to do them in the future.

She closed the door gently. When she walked over, she also picked up the schoolbag on the ground that she had lost for a long time. She weighed the schoolbag with one hand.

It's light.

No, what she doesn't believe is to weigh her schoolbag.

The schoolbag contained at least about 20 kg of books. With so many books, it could not be so light. Although she was long past school, she still remembered the shoulder pressed by the schoolbag at that time.

Now what she is carrying in her hand seems not to be called a schoolbag, but a schoolbag.

Is it difficult

She suddenly thought of something and threw her schoolbag on the table. When she kicked off her shoes, she sat down cross legged and tried to find the feeling of Qi strength in her body.

For her, this is a familiar thing. After all, she has lost her soul in that world. What she does every day, in addition to the necessary life, is this kind of skill, which takes Qi as breath, takes breath as nourishment, and then accumulates over time.

This kind of thing may be nothing in that world, because everyone can practice, but it lies in different degrees of purity. The purest is enough to save people's lives. Even if it is impure, it can also be used for health preservation.