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An Ze held Xiao An Rui's cold hand and stuffed it into his pocket together, trying to warm his hand.

They walked all the way to a small stall. The stall was a middle-aged couple. There were all kinds of porridge, steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings...

Xiao Anrui's eyes fell on it, his round eyes were wide open, he couldn't help swallowing, he touched his belly, he was very hungry, but he didn't make a big noise because of hunger, he was still quiet Stand still beside your brother.

"Children, what do you want to eat?" The middle-aged woman greeted with a smile.

Middle-aged couples like children very much. Even if the two children in front of them look like beggars, they do not dislike it.

An Ze's eyes fell on the hot and steaming porridge in the large pots, his eyes could hardly move, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously licked his dry lips.

An Ze wanted to buy porridge for himself and his younger brother. In such a cold weather, when the whole body is cold, porridge is the most suitable, but...

He brought the schoolbag behind him to the front and unzipped it.

There were a few things scattered in the schoolbag. He took out a small black plastic bag from the bottom of the schoolbag, opened the plastic bag, and there were several crumpled banknotes and coins. The smallest banknote was five cents. , the largest is only five.

It's full of calculations, and it's only ten dollars in it.

A bowl of meat porridge costs two and a half yuan, a bowl of white porridge costs two yuan and a half, a steamed bun costs two yuan, and a steamed bun is one.

An Ze thought for a while, took out four yuan, and said with a tender voice: "Auntie, I want a bowl of preserved egg lean meat porridge, and a bowl of white porridge."

"Okay." The middle-aged woman also saw the difficulties of the two children. When making porridge, she tried to make as much porridge as possible.

She packed it skillfully, thought about it, and put two more steamed buns in it.

"These two steamed buns are for you." She smiled.

An Ze was shocked and shook his head: "No, Auntie, I can't have it."

"It's okay, take it and eat it. If you don't accept it, Auntie will be angry." The middle-aged woman deliberately bluffed her face.

How could the six-year-old Anze not know that the aunt was not really angry, but just wanted him to accept the steamed buns.

Start with wisdom,

There is almost no kindness that An Ze can feel. Now, his eyes are slightly sour.

In the end, his little hand took the porridge together with the steamed buns, sniffed and said, "Auntie, thank you."

An Ze led Xiao An Rui away.

"Brother, don't cry." Xiao Anrui saw her brother's red eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and he was a little overwhelmed. He stretched out his little hand to help his brother wipe away his tears, and pursed his lips tightly.

An Ze and Xiao An Rui had a smile on their identical faces: "Rui Rui, brother is happy."

Xiao Anrui tilted her head, her clean eyes filled with confusion: "Why are you crying when you are happy?" In Xiao Anrui's cognition, only when you are unhappy will you cry.

An Ze touched his brother's head: "Because we met good people."

An Ze held a bag with porridge and steamed buns in one hand, and An Rui in the other.

The two stopped until they reached the stone bench in the small park.

An Ze took out the porridge, gave the meat porridge to Xiao An Rui, and made white porridge himself.

Xiao Anrui's mind is only three or four years old. In addition, he has been locked up all the time before, and he has not been in contact with many things. At this time, he can't think about the difference between meat porridge and white porridge.

"Rui Rui, eat." An Ze handed him the plastic spoon.

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