Chapter 5 Roommate

Under the leadership of Aunt Li, He Xiaozhuo was arranged to the innermost room of a wing on the west side of the welfare home. There are not many children in the welfare home, so He Xiaozhuo's room, which could have accommodated eight children, now has only five children. He Xiaozhuo naturally slept on the berth berth. 6.

The bed is paved with wooden strips, from one end of the wall to the other end of the wall, in a row on the north and south sides. Thick meadows are placed side by side, and the bedding is spread on it, two feet wide as a bunk. The white sheets lie there neatly, and the quilts are neatly placed against the wall. There are six washbasins under the bed, which contain soap and toothbrushes. The western sloping sunlight calmly sprinkled through the white glass window, and the whole layout looked elegant and clean.

He Xiaozhuo thought of his own home. Three and a half green brick houses are full of traces of fireworks and dust. On the earth kang coiled with bricks, a large piece of the kang mat had been scorched. Later, my father covered it with a piece of floor leather, but soon under the effect of high temperature, the floor leather also began to turn yellow. The faded bedding is folded on the slightly suspended wooden grid of the bed by my mother every day after getting up, which is a wardrobe. There is also a person who can sleep on the bed under the wooden grid. He Xiaozhuo often likes to do homework there. Therefore, under the wooden grid, there is a handwriting filled with a ballpoint pen. Now those handwritings are still familiar...

"Are you new here?"

While He Xiaozhuo carefully observed the layout of the room, a voice broke He Xiaozhuo's meditation. Looking at the sound, a boy about his age stood in front of him, with a black face, a round face, and a pair of dark eyes staring at him tightly.

"Oh, I am. You..." He Xiaozhuo is a little strange.

"I'm called Baby, and I'm the head of this room. You will be in my control in the future." The room manager who asked the baby to speak very fast. He Xiaozhuo couldn't react and pushed out a small man beside him who was half shorter than him.

"His name is Hou Jing. We all call him Hou Zizi.

Hou Jing----Hou Jing----Hou Zizi? He Xiaozhuo almost came out happy. Hou Zizi straightened his chest,

"I'm a crystal." But he was pulled by the baby and fished a slender and skinny teenager from behind. Although he is one head taller than the baby, he has been sagging his head and a listless appearance, which makes it easy to see his natural curly hair. Although it is not very serious, He Xiaozhuo feels very special.

"His name is Yang Chenfei. His parents are dead, and we all call him curly hair. Curly Yang Chen flew to He Xiaozhuo and grinned again.

"This is Zhang Xiangnan. His mother ran away with others, and his father didn't want him anymore. He called him a wild seed. Zhang Xiangnan took a step forward, punched He Xiaozhuo's hand, then smiled and retreated. He Xiaozhuo had a pain in the back of his hand and couldn't help grinning. Only then did he find that Zhang Xiangnan was the strongest one in this group. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, tiger back and bear waist, although these words are a little too much to describe a child, this is indeed the best description among the words He Xiaozhuo can find.

"Fool, come here, it's your turn." The baby shouted at a boy who had been giggling in the corner. The boy still giggled there, threw a wink at here from time to time, looked at He Xiaozhuo, and immediately awkwardly turned to the corner of the wall. Seeing this, the curly Yang Chenfei pulled him over.

"He has no name, because he is stupid, so we call him a fool."

"I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid." The fool suddenly raised his neck to protest when he heard this.

"Go, go and talk about business." The baby pulled the fool behind him, and the fool was still protesting unconvinced.

"Who is stupid? I'm not stupid." Suddenly, he turned into a smiling face and opened his teeth at He Xiaozhuo.

Introduction, He Xiaozhuo finally understood that most of the children here were orphans, either wandering on the street or abandoned children.

Baby, Dahao Road Qingye, 10 years old. His mother died when he was five years old. From then on, his father only fooled around with other women and threw him to his sick grandmother. At the age of 7, his grandmother also left. That day, he found his father holding a fat lady in the box of the dance hall. His father gave him 10 yuan and asked him to get out. He tore the money and fell on the fat face of the fat woman. From then on, he ran away from his father and the city. Stealing things, picking up rags, and eating, it's a complete old world.

Hou Jing, 9 years old. Born in a very remote countryside, my father went out to work for 3 years, and there was no news. Later, my mother also left, saying that she was looking for my father, but there has been no news so far. So under his grandmother's cold eyes, he also began his journey to find his parents, but along the way, he learned the ability to lie on the train and steal bread, and then stepped into the world.

Yang Chenfei, 9 years old. At the age of 6, he came to the city with his parents to work. As a result, his father fell from a height of more than ten meters during a construction. When he was sent to the hospital, he could not enter the operating room because he had no money. His mother went crazy to find the boss of the construction site and found that the boss had run away, and his mentally confused mother stumbled into a scene on the way back. Car accident... From then on, Yang Chenfei became an orphan and lived in the world.

Zhang Xiangnan, 8 years old. The man he called his mother ran away with a man he once called uncle. The man he used to call his father no longer admitted that he was his father. From school to family, he felt highly rumored. In order to escape from the noise in the ears of the "wild seed", finally, on that cold night, he sneaked on the train going north and left heart. The city that made him bear unprovoked scolding has also set foot in a person's world since then.

Fool, 9 years old. I don't know anything else except that the wandering streets were taken in.

He Xiaozhuo was silent and didn't expect that these people had such a sad life.

"So, what about you?" The baby asked He Xiaozhuo, and the rest of the people also looked at He Xiaozhuo together.

"I, I'm here to make money." He Xiaozhuo said a little.

"Making money?!" The others' eyes widened, and even the fool stopped laughing.

When He Xiaozhuo finished talking about his experience (of course, eliminating the section of bizarre fighting), several people began to stare.

" Curly hair, you came early. Have you heard that there is a firecracker factory here?" The baby asked Yang Chenfei.

Yang Chenfei shook his head blankly, and he came in a month earlier than the baby.

This is strange. Uncle Zhang San said so. The firecrackers here, and Dean Li did not refute him. If not, how could Dean Li keep me? For He Xiaozhuo's question, the people in the room shook their heads inexplicably, and even the old Jianghu baby could not say why.

Suddenly, the fool who had been giggling in the corner heard that the firecrackers began to dance, "Firecrackers, bang - bang - bang flowers... hee hee, smirking flowers... funny..." While giggling, he pointed his hand to the west direction.

"That's right, baby brother," Hou Jing patted her thigh. "I remember there is a nursing home on the west side of our welfare home, where firecrackers are produced."

One sentence reminds the dreamer. Everyone was excited, and the suspicion on He Xiaozhuo's face also dissipated. But the next question comes again. Is it a nursing home? Is it different from us? We haven't heard of anything produced here.

Everyone suddenly became a squed eggplant again.

"What the hell, let's just find out what's going on tomorrow." The baby suddenly stood up.

"Find out, but Dean Li usually doesn't allow us to go out?" Zhang Xiangnan pouted his mouth.

"This, it's on me." The baby patted his chest and squeezed his eyes at the monkey cub. Monkey spirit. Zi immediately understood and learned to pat the baby's chest.

"Yes, it's on me."

He Xiaozhuo went to bed doubtful. At this point, it depends on tomorrow's action.

Out of the window, the moonlight is like snow, clear and quiet, passing through the poplar trees in front of the house, silently spreading a layer of broken silver among the leaves, and then flowers, mottled and scattered in the house, spreading in **. He Xiaozhuo's white face was peaceful, with a smile on the corners of his mouth. There is even snoring around his ears. If he were another child, he might have fallen asleep a long time ago, but He Xiaozhuo can't. He has to do the homework he must do every day. This is what he promised the old man must do, and he must do it, that is, practice.

It is impossible to meditate. Now there are still five children in the room. In the middle of the night, someone suddenly gets up to see himself sitting there. Don't be scared. Moreover, according to the old man's instructions, even if he has cultivated in the future, he is not allowed to publicize it casually. What's more, he is still in the initial stage. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, everything must be hidden. Therefore, the old man also taught himself the way of sleeping, that is to say, while sleeping, he was also practicing.

At this moment, He Xiaozhuo took a very ordinary right lying sleeping position, bent his elbow in front of him, pressed his left hand in the gap at the bend of his right arm, his legs were slightly bent, his left leg was placed on his right leg, and his whole body became a bow. Yishou Dantian, took a long breath and exhaled deeply, and a quiet, warm and familiar warm current slowly flowed in with his breathing... He Xiaozhuo gradually entered a better situation...

He Xiaozhuo, who is gradually getting better, is also due to his shallow skills, and more importantly, he lacks the spirit of prevention. In fact, what practitioners are most afraid of is that they will be suddenly disturbed during practice. The light one will go crazy, and the heavy one will even be life-threatening. Therefore, those with shallow skills will try to find a safe and unhed place to practice, and those with deep skills will also put a certain formation around them to protect themselves. But He Xiaozhuo can't reach that level yet, and the hasty layout is no different from 300 taels of silver here. Because of this, the old man repeatedly emphasized the word "hidden", which is also an invariable way to respond to all changes. But now He Xiaozhuo has suffered a loss. He didn't expect that a cold breath was silently crawling through the window, dissipating silently, peeping at himself like a camera, and then quietly retreating.

In the dean's office, a black shadow slowly stretched its arms and slowly moved back to the waist from the top of his head. The glasses reflected the moonlight, and the corners of President Li's mouth were like a cold radio wave, which was captured in an instant.