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Chapter 22 Little brother... This is for you to keep warm~
"Brother...Brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chuchu was struck by the young man's icy coldness.

It's too cold!Too cold!too cold!

When she was in high school, she had seen many girls whose hands and feet were cold in autumn and winter, but they were not so cold!

She couldn't feel any warmth from the person in front of her, and not long after she put her hand on it, water droplets appeared on her palm!
Ye Chuchu wanted to throw away his hand, but he was afraid of offending the young man, and would end up being beaten to death and thrown in a mass grave, so he just held on to the young man's hand and didn't let go!

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she hurriedly let go of the boy's hand, took off her homemade muff around her waist, it was covered with fluffy fur, it felt soft and warm, with residual warmth, and handed it to him. juvenile.

"Little brother, this is for you to keep warm."

The young man didn't answer, but stared at her coldly with those phoenix eyes.

The young man looked quite impatient, when Ye Chuchu put it in his hand, he waved his hand, and the muff fell into the snow, revealing the red charcoal fire inside.

Ye Chuchu squatted on the ground, while picking up the potatoes scattered at the young man's feet, he was sullen in his heart.

uh-huh!

The young man looked at the little radish squatting on the ground, and concentrated on picking up the potatoes on the ground. His snow-white hands were tender and pink, and a deep meaning flashed in his gloomy and cold eyes.

"Chuchu, grandpa is back."

At this moment, Old Man Yang's voice came from behind.

As soon as Ye Chuchu raised her head, the boy who was standing beside her disappeared.

"Chuchu, what are you looking for?" Uncle Yang put down the firewood, patted the dust off his body, and then squatted in front of her and asked.

"Looking for potatoes, I accidentally scattered them on the ground this afternoon." Ye Chuchu said with the potatoes in his arms.

Old Uncle Yang smiled, pinched Ye Chuchu's tender cheeks, and said:

"Why don't you let grandpa pick it up, look at your little hands, they are red from the cold, they will itch at night and you won't be able to sleep."

"Chuchu will pick up potatoes. Grandpa can't rely on everything. Since he is a member of this family, Chuchu also wants to contribute."

Uncle Yang was very surprised when he heard the little girl's words.

Although he knew that his precious granddaughter was filial, he never expected to be so sensible.

It hurts to be sensible!
"Chuchu, don't do these things in the future, let grandpa do it, and do it when you grow up. Now you just need to eat and sleep well every day."

Hearing this, Ye Chuchu was about to pick up the muff and give a hand.

She forgot again!

Now she is only three and a half years old, how could she be so sensible in front of old man Yang!
But she was really scared, afraid that grandpa would abandon her.

Even though she knew that her grandfather would not abandon her, whenever she thought of how she was driven out of Ye Mansion by Ye Hao and became a homeless little wretch who begged on the street every day and suffered all kinds of grievances, She was afraid.

No one can understand the loneliness of her being homeless despite the lights of thousands of homes.

"I know at the beginning." She said.

Uncle Yang put the potatoes in the little girl's arms into a bag, carried the potato bag, and walked into the house with Ye Chuchu in his arms.

A gust of north wind blew up again, and the boy who had disappeared just now suddenly appeared, staring blankly at the already cold muff lying in the snow, with inexplicably complicated thoughts in his heart.

The pink and tender face of the little milk ball, the clear and clean eyes... and the warmth of his hands that don't seem to be cold can't help appearing in his mind.

Her hands were soft, warm, and warm.

not like his hands...

(End of this chapter)