Huo Jinxi...hasn't appeared for a long, long time.
Logically speaking, he would not lose contact with his father if he went to look for him, and he should come back to take a look. How come he has not appeared for eight years?
If we were to say who is the best friend, it would be Huo Jinxi. Fubao found it a little funny when he remembered that when he was little, he always said that she was his wife and he would marry her home in the future.
Children are so innocent and cute.
I don’t know how he is doing now, I hope he is doing well.
In addition to Huo Jinxi, there was also Long Xiao, who had never appeared, not even in her dreams. In short, the two of them seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
But she still remembered them, clearly.
And every time I think of Long Xiao, the throbbing I felt when I first met him has never stopped. I don't know what he is doing now, has he returned to the demon world?
"Fubao, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Fubao suddenly fall silent, Shen Zhile looked back at her in surprise, thinking that she was still thinking about Guan Xiaorui, and hurriedly comforted her, "A person like Guan Xiaorui is not worth your unhappiness."
Fu Bao came back to his senses and smiled at him, "I'm not thinking about Guan Xiaorui. I don't take it to heart."
"So what are you thinking about?"
"..." Fubao choked and quickly avoided Shen Zhile's scrutinizing eyes, a blush quietly appearing behind his ears.
Shen Zhile immediately smiled handsomely and reached out to scratch her little nose. "Oh, my sister has grown up and has her own secrets, but she doesn't want to tell you to me anymore. Okay, I won't ask anymore."
Girls always have their own little worries, and he understands that.
Besides, Fubao is such a well-behaved and lovely girl, even if she has something on her mind, it is definitely not a bad thing.
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After returning home, Fubao smelled the aroma of food coming from the kitchen before he even entered the door, and knew that grandma must have prepared delicious food for him and Shen Zhile. Fortunately, they did not live in school, so they could eat home-cooked food every day.
Fubao walked into the house and saw old lady Shen cooking in the kitchen. The old lady turned around and saw her, and her face was full of smiles, "Nannan, you're back? Are you tired? Take a rest and prepare dinner!"
Then Shen Zhile walked in and curled his lips, "Grandma, you only have Fubao in your eyes, right? I am your grandson, why don't you have me in your eyes?"
Old Madam Shen glanced at him with disdain, "So what? Can you compare with Nannan? Besides, how old are you and do you still need me to welcome you? Come here quickly and prepare to wash the dishes and serve the rice!"
Shen Zhile knew that grandma would say this. In her eyes, Fubao was the treasure and ranked first in her heart. The four grandchildren had to rank behind them. But he had long been accustomed to it and naturally had no objection. After all, in his heart, Fubao was also the first.
"Okay!" Shen Zhile responded happily, threw his schoolbag onto the sofa, went into the kitchen, walked under the water pipe, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands.
Fubao followed him in, "Grandma, I'll help you too."
Old Madam Shen was putting the sweet and sour pork ribs from the pot onto a plate. When she saw her come in, she said as if she was facing a great enemy, "No need! Nannan, the kitchen is full of fumes, just wait outside. Don't you have your fourth brother to help? You are not needed."
Fubao sighed silently.
From childhood to adulthood, every time she wanted to help in the kitchen, her grandmother would say this, and even asked her brothers to chase her out, as if she would die if she inhaled a little bit of oil smoke.
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