Two little ones are not guessing ()

"Brother Chen Fan, are Xiao Wang and the others bullying you again?" A little girl with a ponytail at the age of six or seven helped to take away the dust from an eleven or two-year-old boy.

"Xiaoqian, it's okay, I'll do it myself!" Ten-year-old Chen Fan said to Du Qian, who is only seven years old.

"Brother Chen Fan, I know you like roasted sweet potato the most. This time I secretly took out a sweet potato from home. Let's go bake it later!" Little Du Qian said with the sweet potato in her hand.

Xiao Chenfan looked at the sweet potato in Xiao Du Qian's hand and said, "Xiao Qian, you stole the sweet potato from your home again, aren't you afraid that Uncle Du will know?"

"It's okay, they won't pay attention to one less sweet potato."

"Oh well!"

“…………”

"Brother Chen Fan, what are you thinking? You're so fascinated!" Du Qian, who came back from washing her hands, saw Chen Fan sitting there stupidly, and didn't know what she was thinking, so she shouted.

"No... I didn't think about anything!" Chen Fan, who came to his senses, picked up Du Qian's soft and delicate hands, and began to wipe it dry with the towel on the table. He saw that the originally pink hands had blisters in several places.

Chen Fan said with a reproachful look: "It's true, I've said that this sweet potato will be given to me in the future. I will go to roast it myself. Now you can see that the soup has been soaked in several water on your hands."

"I know Brother Chen Fan, you like roasted sweet potato the most, so I..." Du Qian's eyes turned red as she said that.

"Silly girl! I'm not blaming me anymore, it's just that you don't care about your body so much that it hurts me." After touching Du Qian's head, Chen Fan took out the silver needle and started to pick the blisters in Du Qian's hands one by one, saying, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Du Qian shook her head and said, "Brother Chen Fan, I heard that you have cured Uncle He's son's illness just now. Is it true?"

"Yeah!" Chen Fan nodded and said, "Where did you hear it?"

Du Qian said: "Just on the way to you just now! I heard many people in the village talk about this."

"Is the disease cured? It's not accurate yet. I'll have to wait for these three days to find out." Chen Fan picked up the water in Du Qian's hand one by one, walked to the inner room and took out a can of black ointment and said, "Come on, let me apply medicine to you."

Seeing the can of ointment in Chen Fan's hand, Du Qian pouted and said, "Brother Chen Fan, can't you make it better if you just "Qian'er paste" like this?"

Applying the ointment in the jar finely on Du Qian’s blister position where the blister was picked on Du Qian’s hand, Chen Fan said, “I want to make this ointment better, but I haven’t developed it yet. I will tell you the first time if it is successful.”

Speaking of this "Qian'er sticky sticky" is a special ointment developed by Chen Fan for Du Qianchang to roast sweet potatoes for himself.

It took Chen Fan a lot of time to develop this ointment. Because it was specially prepared for Du Qian, it was named "Qian'er's Tag".

Chen Fan also praised his grandfather for a long time because of this ointment.

The early autumn sun is gentle and gentle, no longer as angry as it is in the hot summer, which makes people intimidate.

"It's so ugly!" Du Qian in the room looked at the ointment on her hand, pouting and pouting her mouth.

Chen Fan gently patted Du Qian's head and said dotingly: "Silly girl, you don't know the effect of this ointment. When taking a shower tonight, just wash off the ointment on your hand, and there will be no scars."

"I understand." Du Qian said with her little tongue.

Putting away the ointment, Chen Fan picked up the roasted sweet potato on the table and said, "Come on, we will share it one by one, so we can also reward you for your efforts today."

"Yes!" Du Qian pointed to a smaller roasted sweet potato and said, "But I want this one."

"OK!"

Pulling off the skin of the sweet potato, a strong smell of sweet potato floated all over the room, making people saliva, swallowed, Chen Fan said: "Xiaoqian, your skills in roasting sweet potatoes have improved again."

"Of course, this roasted sweet potato took me a long time." Du Qian said proudly.

The two of them started eating in the house. Du Qian’s skill in roasting sweet potatoes is really good. The cookedness is just right, and the sweet potatoes they choose are the best, which really tastes good.

The wolf ate the sweet potato in Chen Fan a few times and left only the sweet potato peels on the ground. Looking at Du Qian next to him still eating little by little bit, Chen Fan started to make a prank.

"Xiaoqian, you eat so slowly, let me help you eat something!" After saying that, Chen Fan pulled out half of the sweet potato in Du Qian's hand and stuffed it into his mouth and started eating.

"Hate!" Du Qian saw this and spat.

"It's still delicious to Xiaoqian's roasted sweet potatoes. It would be great if I had a few more." Chen Fan sighed with his tongue still savoring the fragrance of the roasted sweet potatoes just now.

"Brother Chen Fan, if you like it, I'll bake it for you tomorrow." Du Qian had already wiped out the sweet potatoes in her hand at this time.

"Don't!" Chen Fan shook his head quickly and said, "If you do this often, you might be discovered by Uncle Du."

"Brother Chen Fan, please don't worry. There are only a few sweet potatoes missing. Even if my father knows, he won't blame me much." Du Qian patted her breasts and said.

Chen Fan said: "Silly girl, this sweet potato is also the income from Uncle Du's hard work in the field. Just eat it, don't do it often."

Chen Fan knew that Du Qian was very good to him, but in this small mountain village, everything was the result of the hard work of the villagers. Even if he liked to eat this roasted sweet potato, Du Qian would not often steal sweet potatoes from his home.

Du Qian said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll get it some time a few days later."

Chen Fan smiled, and then began to clean up the sanitation on the ground. If grandpa came back to see the sweet potato peels on this land, he would definitely talk about himself again.

Looking at Chen Fan, who had cleaned the ground, put the broom back in place, Du Qian said: "Brother Chen Fan, are you going to leave when your college admission notice comes?"

"This is possible!" Chen Fan didn't care about what university he was admitted to. What he cared about was, what would grandpa do if he really went to college?

There is also the issue of tuition fees. Although my grandfather is a doctor in this village, he can’t make much money in a year as a doctor in this small mountain village.

"Brother Chen Fan, shouldn't leave?" Du Qian pulled Chen Fan's clothes, her eyes began to turn red.

Chen Fan wiped the tears in Du Qian's eyes with his fingers, "Silly girl, don't cry. Am I not leaving yet? What's more, it's still a problem whether I can afford to go to college."

After hearing Chen Fan say this, Du Qian stopped crying and said, "Brother Chen Fan, I want to listen to your flute blowing."

"Okay, then brother will play you a song, just treat it as a thank you for giving me a roasted sweet potato." Chen Fan took out the green bamboo flute that was hanging on his waist and rarely left his body, and started playing it.

Speaking of this bamboo flute, it was a birthday gift from my grandfather when he was ten years old, Chen Fan also liked this green bamboo flute very much. Since then, Chen Fan began to learn how to play the flute. With his talent and hard work, his flute skills are now at the level of a master.

The beautiful and beautiful flute sound comes from the bamboo flute played by Chen Fan. The flute sound is continuous, long and quiet, crisp and quiet...
Chapter completed!