Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

Chapter 11 The shadow of Jiang Niannian.

At the dinner table, Liang Yu remembered that her daughter was picked up by Huo Qi's little assistant at ten o'clock last night, and the creases in the corners of her eyes could not be hidden.

"Auntie, are you so happy that I come to eat? Then I will come more in the future."

Jiang Niannian bit her chopsticks and glanced at Huo Qi, afraid that her mother would see something, so she hurriedly lowered her head to eat again.

"It's best to come every day, I'm so happy every day."

After the three of them ate, Huo Qi successfully squeezed into the kitchen, washed the dishes and wiped the table.

He was diligent, if Liang Yu hadn't stopped him, he would have mopped the floor.

Jiang Niannian was not in the mood to take care of him, so she went back to her room after dinner and devoted herself to drawing sketches on the desk.

She inserted her hands into her hair, and the blank flat page was a twisted thread in Jiang Niannian's eyes, and her ears were buzzing as if filled with water.

The setting sun outside the window gradually spread from the table to her eyes. She struggled in front of the desk for a long time, and then went out to drink water with a pale face.

If she can't complete ten drawings a week, she will be fired automatically, and she won't even get the drawing fee of ten yuan a piece of cabbage.

She was distracted while pouring the water, the water overflowed the cup of noodles, and she continued to pour.

Huo Qi approached her with a rag, flicked her earlobe with his index finger, and reminded in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

"Ang?" The girl hurriedly put down the kettle, seeing that the water on the table was almost dripping onto the floor.

Huo Qi pulled her away, squatted down and wiped the floor.

Jiang Niannian returned to the room dully, her mind was like a ball of yarn. She opened the website, and the illustrations on it were so simple that she couldn't even look down on them, but at this moment she just couldn't draw them.

She has been in this state for half a year, roughly since that night.

Half a year ago, Country R.

Jiang Niannian couldn't stand his father taking women home every night, so he got angry and told them all to get out.

In recent years, although his father has been merciful everywhere, she is the only daughter, which can be regarded as a little bit of conscience in his inhumanity.

However, it was for this reason that some women always hated Jiang Niannian's existence.

So, one night when the father brought the woman home again.

Jiang Niannian was sitting at the desk with earplugs plugged in and was drawing a sketch when suddenly a black shadow was cast on the desk.

When she turned her head abruptly, she was hit by a vase so that she couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Then she felt that her mouth was sealed with rubber strips, her hands and feet were also bound, and when her sight became clearer, she had already arrived at the balcony on the second floor.

Jiang Niannian still remembers that woman's gloomy voice.

"Because of your existence, the child in my stomach must be aborted, so now, go and accompany my dead child."

"Hmm!" Jiang Niannian struggled but couldn't make a sound, her almond eyes were bloodshot, and she looked at the two-meter-deep swimming pool downstairs in horror.

At that moment, she felt that she was too close to death, and she had never been so afraid of water.

'thump'! ! !
Her ears were filled with water, and her nostrils were filled with air bubbles. No matter how hard she tried to break free, the hemp rope would not be disconnected in just a few seconds.

Soon, she felt her back touching the cold tiles at the bottom of the pool.

In the vision, the night is blurred with water.

The shallow light gradually disappeared in her bloodshot eyes.

If, that night, Auntie Cleaning hadn't come back to pick up her lost cell phone, she might have slept in the swimming pool forever.

The afterglow of the light slanted into the yard of Yazheng Community, and Huo Qi accompanied Aunt Liang on the balcony to dry clothes, dry fish, chatting along the way, and the whole afternoon passed like this.

"Aunt Liang, how much is the tuition for Niannian?"

"Seventeen thousand, Nian Nian said that she is rich." When Liang Yu said this, she smiled and was a little proud.

Huo Qi turned over the dried fish while listening to Aunt Liang talking about Jiang Niannian.

"She told me that she can sell an illustration for 1000 yuan in Country R. Oh, it scares me. I only earn 1000 yuan for half a month with these handicrafts in my hand."

Liang Yu's complexion has turned rosy recently because of Jiang Niannian's return, and she can see that she is really happy.

Huo Qi turned the dried fish over, and then glanced at the sky: "Is Cheng Cheng going to leave school?"

"Hey, look at my memory, there are still three or ten minutes, not too late." Liang Yu panicked and put down the manual work in her hand.

Before going out, he told Huo Qi repeatedly: "Stay here for dinner, it's best to stay at home for a few days."

Huo Qi smiled and nodded.

After Liang Yu left, his eyes fell on Jiang Niannian's room, where she had been staying all afternoon.

I went out to drink water three times and went to the toilet twice, but my complexion was not very good.

Liang Yu's eyesight is not very good, maybe he didn't pay much attention, but Huo Qi could see clearly.

Seeing apples on the table, the man washed two and glanced at the kitchen utensils.

No fruit knife was found.

He picked up a knife and peeled the skin, cut it into pieces and placed it on a plate.

He doesn't like waste, so the peeled skin is thrown into his mouth and eaten.

If it weren't for knowing that hypocritical girl has a lot of things to do, he wouldn't be peeling apples with a kitchen knife.

'Knock knock knock'

There was no answer to the knock on the door.

'Knock knock knock knock knock knock'

Still no one answered.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one opened the door, so Huo Qi pushed the door open and walked in.

The girl straightened her back, her black hair was curled up in a mess, her right hand was circling quickly, and soon a piece of paper would be crumpled and thrown on the ground.

Huo Qi looked at the pile of paper balls on the ground in surprise, and called out to her, but found that she couldn't hear her at all.

After he approached, perhaps feeling the slight tremor of the floor, the girl suddenly stiffened her back, then held her head in her hands vigilantly, and looked back at Huo Qi in horror.

"What's wrong?" Huo Qi was taken aback by her reaction.

Slowly put a plate of sliced ​​apples on her desk, originally saw a pile of waste paper and wanted to reprimand her for waste, but saw the panic in her eyes, and her whole heart seemed to be pulled.

The moment Jiang Niannian saw Huo Qi, her whole body seemed to be scooped up by water, and her neck was already wet with thin sweat.

She took off her earphones, breathing heavily, and didn't look good towards Huo Qi.

"Who let you in."

Huo Qi watched her pull a donkey's face, tilt her head, and frown.

"I'll knock on the door harder, and there will be no door for you to sleep tonight."

Jiang Niannian said coldly, "Go out."

"Jiang Niannian, I'm kind enough to bring you fruit, so don't show me any face." Huo Qi stretched out his hand and pinched her face hard.

The girl was in pain, and couldn't pull one of his hands off with both hands, and finally raised her leg and kicked him at the root of his life, and he bounced away.

"That's ruthless enough, I've made a note of it." Huo Qi went out.

Jiang Niannian looked at the almost torn drawing paper, feeling a sense of despair spread from head to toe.

I originally thought that using the most primitive pen and paper would give me a little inspiration, but who knows that if there is no inspiration, then there is no inspiration, so what paper and pen are to blame.

She was lying on the desk to rest for a while, and then her eyes moved to a plate of apples on the desk.

On the plate is a smiling face made of apples.

The girl was startled, and when she got up and wanted to go out, she noticed that all the waste paper balls in the house had been piled up in the trash can.

She opened the door, and the afterglow slanted into the living room from the balcony. The golden light was attached to the furniture with a sense of age, and the fine dust in the air was illuminated.

No one is empty.

(End of this chapter)