Chapter 117: Fourth Grade

Huang Ye lay on her shoulder.

He ignored the doubts of the woman who claimed to be her aunt.

She introduced: "There is a public toilet in the subway station. Although it smells bad, there is free water."

"Really?"

The woman heard this, and there was some surprise in her voice.

After all, selling her a bottle of water for ten yuan was too much.

Do poor people deserve to be cheated?

The woman was dissatisfied.

But she didn't dare to say it, after all, she was in a strange place and was afraid of causing trouble.

She patted Huang Ye's back affectionately.

She always felt that this child was particularly sensible and considerate.

But the more this happened, the more guilty she felt.

She was also worried that taking him to the public toilet to wash his eyes would make her cousin feel that she neglected her own child.

"It's okay, I usually get water there to drink, it's very clean."

Huang Ye smiled sweetly.

The woman was relieved to hear this assurance.

But they just walked forward.

The shop owner behind them suddenly smiled warmly and flatteringly.

"I was just joking with you guys."

"It's a serious business, we won't raise the price."

"Spring water is two yuan, mineral water is also two yuan."

Huang Ye saw only darkness in front of him, tilted his ears, and sensed the sound sources everywhere.

Until he heard the familiar clergy working hard to promote the faith of Contract City.

Slightly relieved.

Although he didn't know whether they were monsters in disguise.

After all, he couldn't see it.

It's not a supernatural person.

Huang Ye hugged the woman's neck.

He still held a pencil in his hand.

The tip of the pen was pointed at the woman's carotid artery without leaving any trace.

But there was an expectant smile on her face.

It seemed that with water, she could open her eyes.

At the same time, he could sense it.

After hearing the boss's shouting, the woman walked faster.

It seemed that she was afraid that Huang Ye would regret it and go buy mineral water.

Since the water in the toilet can be drunk and washed, it was too painful to spend money in vain.

Huang Ye was sure that the other party was really short of money.

And he never realized that there was anything wrong with the fact that he was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

It seemed that it should be so.

"Aunt, is our village at No. 530?"

"Yes, that is our root, but you moved too far away, the road is dangerous, it is inconvenient to go back, and you are unfamiliar with me, it is not your fault."

"What is it like there?" Huang Ye instinctively got the information.

The woman listened to Huang Ye's curious words.

She also smiled gently.

The hot air in her mouth, accompanied by bad breath, blew on Huang Ye's face.

"It's just some mud-brick houses, very simple, not as good as here."

"But we have an ancestral hall, which is well built, using cement bricks and some tiles, so we didn't neglect our ancestors."

The woman walked into the subway and introduced enthusiastically and patiently: "When you grow up and have the ability, you can go back and take a look. It's always good to recognize your ancestors."

"It's a great honor to have such an outstanding descendant like you who can read and write."

"We all think that it's a good thing for my cousin to go out and make a living."

"At least there is a chance to change his fate."

"Instead of just hunting and picking, farming and selling food at a low price."

Huang Ye nodded his head seriously.

But in his heart, he was extremely puzzled and alert.

Because he didn't find any flaws in the conversation between the two sides.

The words were logical, and Huang Ye also built some impressions.

It seems that my father is indeed not a native resident of the ruins of the rioters at No. 499.

What the other party said is also very realistic.

And I am in the fourth grade, which is also correct.

He also knows my name.

Huang Ye's face darkened slightly, his defense was broken.

But when he realized this, his face was heavy.

In his heart, he built up a strict defense.

He couldn't believe it, and he couldn't tell whether this vague memory was forced into him by the other party.

"Huff, huh, huh--"

Soon, Huang Ye's thin body felt a little cold.

There was a familiar sour smell.

His skin sensed that he had entered the subway station.

The wind outside swept underground.

The sound was whistling.

"Xiao Huang, it's okay to call you that. Auntie is at the queue, where is the toilet?"

"No need to queue, just go to the right, there is a toilet at the end."

"Okay."

The two walked for a distance, and the woman said: "We're here, I'll carry you in."

"No need, I'm very familiar with this place, I can find the pit with my eyes closed."

Huang Ye said, his face became more shy.

"And... and, I want to pee."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Put herself on the ground steadily.

She also led him to the door of the men's restroom: "Then you have to be careful, go slowly."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Huang Ye smiled brightly.

Then he touched the wooden door of the men's restroom, which was damp and moldy.

It was a familiar touch.

Huang Ye felt at ease, and walked in without hesitation in the darkness.

Even the high steps could be stepped on subconsciously, which made the woman's mouth open to remind her, but she took back the thought.

Walking into the restroom with a strong spicy smell.

The innocence on Huang Ye's face was still maintained.

He didn't dare to bet whether the woman would stand in front of him and observe his every move.

It's just that deep in the heart.

Covered by solemnity and indifference.

In his hand, he still held the pencil.

With the sound of water gurgling, Huang Ye walked over relying on the impression in his mind.

He was inexplicably worried.

Will it be blood instead of water flowing out of the faucet?

But Huang Ye, who was not tall, still stretched out his hand after a pause.

Even if it was feces and urine, or sewage in the sewer, as long as it could clean the eyes, it would not be a problem.

The worst result is eye infection and complete blindness.

But by observing, there is a greater chance of survival, through this strange and familiar scene full of déjà vu for him.

"It's okay as long as people are alive."

Huang Ye thought in his heart, and his little hand had already touched the liquid.

The water was fast and cold.

The funnel filled with water also came to his ears, because after being filled, it naturally fell down and made a muffled sound.

After a clang, the liquid on it also poured out.

The water poured into the long through-type cement urinal, washing away the smelly urine on it.

"It's useless."

Huang Ye took the liquid back with one hand and smelled it carefully.

There was no peculiar smell, it was indeed water.

Then, he rubbed it boldly towards his eyes.

But it was as if he was rubbing his hands on sandpaper, and the stinging sensation was strong.

Even in the tightly closed tear glands, tears flowed out, mixed with water stains.

He was a little frustrated that he couldn't open his eyes.

But despite this, his other hand always held the pencil firmly.

"Huang Ye..."

"Huang Ye..."

"Are you okay?"

"Do you need help?"

The voice came from outside the door, a certain distance away.

The tone was worried.

"I'm peeing."

Huang Ye took off his pants and answered childishly.

But in that little body, different thoughts arose, and he struggled inside.

"Kill or not?"

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(p: Take back a huge foreshadowing, the reversal and content of the following plot will definitely satisfy the audience~)