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Chapter 1255 Poor child without father and mother

"Girl, what's the matter with you?"

The old fisherman asked in surprise when he found someone coming.

The child won't be seriously ill, will he?Why is the face so sallow and sallow?
"Uncle, is there a hotel here?"

"Hotel? What is a hotel?"

"It's, it's a place for people to live."

"Yes, anyone can live in it. Whose house are you going to?"

"I, I don't want to live in someone's house. There is no one I know here. I just want to find a place where I can live. I can give them money."

"You don't know anyone, what are you doing here?"

It may be that no one talked to her for a long time, or no one cared. The girl squatted on the ground and watched the old fisherman weave the net.

"Uncle, what are you weaving it for?"

The old fisherman said with a smile, "You girl is asking a strange question. Of course I weave fishing nets for fishing."

"There are fewer and fewer fish in the sea, what should I do if there are no fish in the end?"

"How can we catch less and less? We only want big fish, and throw the small fish into the sea."

"Can Xiaoyu live without his parents?"

The old fisherman was a kind person when he found her talking in a daze, and he asked worriedly, "Girl, did you come to the island alone?"

"Ah."

"Where are the parents?"

"They, they're all dead."

Whoops, still a poor child.

"Are you sick?"

"Probably so."

Seeing the old fisherman take a few steps back, the girl quickly waved her hands, "It's not the infectious disease you are afraid of, gynecology, it seems to be a gynecological disease, I don't know."

"What's wrong with you? You don't know?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"You, what's your name?" After a moment of silence, the old fisherman asked.

"Su Mingming."

"Miss Mingming, it's already noon. You can go to my house to have some food. My family is just an old couple. The children have left the island and went to work outside to earn money. Let your aunt cook some food for you."

Su Mingming stood up and bowed deeply to him.

"Thank you, uncle."

The old fisherman led her home. The houses on the island were different from those on the land. The roofs were all made of stone. Standing at the gate, Su Mingming looked at the yard curiously.

"Aren't you too dirty?"

"No, not dirty."

She had never been to Su Mingcheng's house. When she was alive, her mother said that the uncle's house was very dirty, the yard was full of chicken and pig feces, and the flies all met it. It stinks and is not a place for people to live.

There are no flies here, and the island is still cold in May.

"Old woman, come out quickly, our house has guests." The old fisherman yelled into the house, but no one responded after waiting for a long time.

He said with a silly smile, "Your aunt must have gone to the beach to pick up duck eggs."

Are there duck eggs by the sea?
Putting the bag in her hand on the kang, the old fisherman led her forward.

Turning around a big rock, the vast sea suddenly appeared in front of you.

"Today is the seventeenth day of the lunar calendar, big tide, girl, you haven't crossed the sea yet, have you? If you are interested, I will go pick up conch shells and catch crabs with your aunt at night."

Su Mingming was dumbfounded.

It was the first time she was on a boat, she almost vomited her gall, and she was not feeling well, so she was lying in the cabin all the time, not knowing that there was still such a time in the sea.

The tide of the sea is low, and it is a little far away from the coast. Under the sun, the sea level reflects the dazzling light.

"Yufen, Yufen? Where are you?" The old fisherman shouted twice, and soon a woman answered him.

"Master, I'm here."

Soon a woman emerged from a bay, with a brown turban on her head, a heavily faded green top, and a bag full of white duck eggs in her apron.

　This book is coming to an end soon, actually let me write down, I can write a lot, but I don't want a book to become an old lady's foot wrap, which is smelly and long.The general fate trajectory of the characters has been explained clearly, and the pits dug are almost filled. Thanks to the friends who have been following me for so long, thank you, without your subscription and support, eighteen would not have written a book of more than 100 million words, thank you With you!

　　
　
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