Low old buildings are hidden among the gaps of leaves of the sycamore trees, and the dim street light halos shine on the old walls, swaying mottled traces.

It was night, and at 8 o'clock in the evening, it started to rain lightly in the sky.

The eastern suburbs of this coastal city, looking around, there are old buildings with red brick exterior walls, about five or six floors high, with cement-built balcony and not even a piece of ceramic tiles on it. The dark yellow wooden windows are like a very old house at first glance.

The only two or three small light bulbs emit a dim halo, barely illuminating the old corridors, and the walls are covered with various small advertisements.

This place is far away from the prosperity of the city center. Almost everyone living here is engaged in the lowest level of the city. Their hard work can only make themselves live a little better. Poverty and depression are the only main themes here.

However, at this time, the girl's laughter came from Room 303, Unit 16, and the fragrance of fried rice came from the building full of old atmosphere.

"Hell, what else is worse than a big paint bubble?"

SpongeBob is playing in the TV in Room 303. SpongeBob, who is preparing to paint the house, accidentally blows a large paint bubble with a hairdryer. There are still a lot of furniture in the room that has not been covered, which scares SpongeBob's face to turn white.

"Hey, I know, two big paint bubbles." Patrick Star God assisted and quickly blew a paint bubble.

"Pakistan, I think this bubble will not grow bigger again." SpongeBob asked tremblingly as he watched the two big bubbles merge into one.

"nonsense!"

Pai Daxing's naive assist was reappeared, and he saw him inflating his breathing pump crazyly into the paint bubble with an excited look, followed by SpongeBob's roar of despair.

Patrick's series of assist operations combined with SpongeBob's desperate expression immediately made the two on the sofa laugh and laughed back and forth.

Among them, the little girl is about six or seven years old. She has delicate facial features, short hair with ears, big eyes are as bright as gems, and a hint of weirdness. The girl is wearing pink cartoon pajamas with a pattern of Mickey Mouse holding a pizza on it.

The other is a beautiful woman in her thirties. She has long black hair. Although she is wearing a pink pajamas with a mother-child style, she can still see her beautiful figure.

But the woman's eyes are very empty, like a perfect big doll. Only when she sees the TV screen, will she burst out with a little bit of her spirit, but this spirit is more like the cute childlike innocence of a child.

There was also a erha who was fighting wits and courage with the thread group on the sofa. It was busy fighting with the thread group. Occasionally, it was attracted by the laughter of the two people next to it, showing a silly expression. Then the thread group rolled, and there was another fierce battle.

"Xiao Lin, prepare for it, it's time to have dinner soon." Qin Ye's voice came from the kitchen.

"I know, brother." Qin Xiaolin held the sofa with both hands and sat skillfully on the wheelchair beside him, then pushed the wheelchair to the dining table in the living room to prepare a cup to pour milk.

Wang!

As soon as he heard that the meal was going to start, Erha on the sofa immediately raised his ears and then he was going to pick up the aluminum alloy dog ​​basin next to him.

"Fenriel, wait a while, brother hasn't done it yet." Qin Xiaolin turned his head and spoke to Erha who was eager to try, as if he had known about its actions for a long time.

I remember when I first went to elementary school, a little girl in their school deliberately showed Latin dance in front of her. As a result, Qin Xiaolin did not say anything and practiced secretly for half a month. Finally, at a class meeting, she used a wheelchair instead of her legs to dance a passionate and imposing single-player Lombardin dance. The whole audience was like a little queen, which shocked the teachers present and parents, including Qin Ye.

In this way, after the kindergarten leader, the Queen of Handheld Machines and other titles, Qin Xiaolin added another title named Latin No. 1 in the class.

However, this time Qin Ye did not intend to let Qin Xiaolin go, and his marble-like face couldn't help but rise.

"It was that little fat man Ren Yanyan who said to me first." Qin Xiaolin said a little aggrievedly.

"What did you say?"

"He said I was a waste, and my mother was a fool, so I grabbed his ice cream and stuck it on him." Qin Xiaolin said the more he said, the lower his head was buried.

"That's it." Qin Ye dug a spoonful of fried rice with a spoonful and put it into Xia Xiaohe's mouth. Then he turned his head seriously and said to the girl: "If he talks about it next time, you just put the ice cream on his face. Then the teacher asked his brother to pick you up when he sees his parents."

"Yeah! I will definitely do it, brother." Qin Xiaolin's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Woom!"

Fenriel also screamed excitedly, but his eyes kept staring at the fried rice in front of Qin Xiaolin. It dried rice too quickly, and a small pot of fried rice was quickly eaten up by it, and the shriveled dog basin was licked over and over again.

"This incident has passed. There is another thing. I am not allowed to play games with Lu Mingfei next time." Qin Ye thought of something and couldn't help but instruct.

By the way, that guy Lu Mingfei came to his house to play with him many times, but later he became very familiar with Qin Xiaolin. In front of his little sister, Lu Mingfei boasted about how powerful his interstellar game was, and even lent Qin Xiaolin the new PSP handheld game that he had saved for a long time to buy. However, even Lu Mingfei was shocked because his handheld game was gone forever.

In terms of eccentricity, even three Lu Mingfeis could not resist one Qin Xiaolin, and he got Lu Mingfei's belongings in just a few seconds. The handheld machine was often used to play street fighters, which was so satisfying. This was also a headache for Qin Ye. Recently, Lu Mingfei has always encouraged his sister to play games, probably because he wanted to find an opportunity to get his handheld machine back.

"But Brother Mingfei is really amazing. Although you are better at playing Stars than him, you don't play often and can't fight with me. Brother Mingfei also said that you will take me to fly in Stars next time." Qin Xiaolin was fascinated.

"Next time? Not next time!" Qin Ye's face turned stern.

Xia Xiaohe, who was beside him, thought he had done something wrong, so he quickly put his body in a straight position and sat down obediently.

"Brother, what are you saying, I can't hear it."

"I said, it's not correct next time..." Qin Ye, who was about to repeat it, suddenly saw the corner of Qin Xiaolin's mouth rising secretly, and instantly knew that he was teasing by his sister.

"I can't hear it, right? OK, I'll let you hear it now." Qin Ye put down the fried rice in his hand and then scratched Qin Xiaolin's waist.

"Brother, don't, I won't dare next time." Qin Xiaolin's pretty face changed and she hurriedly begged for mercy. What she feared most in her life was to be tickled, and Qin Ye knew about this.

But in order to punish this sister, Qin Ye had to bear the pain of "destroying his relatives for justice".

"Hahaha, brother, I really don't dare!"

Qin Xiaolin was scratched and couldn't help laughing and begging for mercy. To be precise, it was painful and happy. Only those who were in the scene had a deep understanding of this feeling.

Xia Xiaohe smiled and stretched out her hand when she was infected, and learned Qin Ye's movements to scratch Qin Xiaolin's waist. In this way, the two of them opened their bows left and right to focus on the girl, and Qin Xiaolin's laughter became even more "painful".

"Brother, mom, I was wrong. I really dare not, I swear!"

"As far as your oath, I would rather believe that Lu Mingfei will never fight Stars again."

"No, no, brother, mom, me, I... hahahaha!"

...

The laughter of the family came out of the window, as if even the bleak and cold autumn wind had been slightly rolled up, becoming a little warm.

A sycamore leaf was blown into the house by the wind. Fenrier, who was originally joking around the "battlefield", was attracted by the fallen leaves and chased them. The autumn wind swept, and the fallen leaves floated around the house and then flew out of the balcony.

Wow!

Fenrier rushed to the balcony, shouted a few times at the fallen leaves that were about to disappear into the wind and rainy night, and then turned around and joined the battle circle.

The wind and rain outside were howling, and the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree finally fell into the potholes downstairs.

With a bang, a handmade expensive leather shoe was casually stepped on this water, and the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree split.
Chapter completed!