novelones Chapter 269 Help
Chapter 269 Help
The old lady looked at the things floating on the ground, her expression filled with emotion.
"Oh, the kids love these books the most."
"I don't know how sad it would be to see these babies like this."
Su Xueya didn't care about what the old lady said, she only focused on moving forward with all her strength.
After walking only 50 meters, Su Xueya felt that her arm was about to break.
"Little girl, if you really can't do it, don't hold on, let me do it."
The old lady muttered and went to pull the box.
"The young man lacks exercise and is worse than an old lady like me."
This made Amelia Su very angry.
She helped the old lady with good intentions, but was criticized by the old lady.
"Grandma, this is really too heavy."
Amelia Su was out of breath, and her arms and legs became sore and weak.
We still had to turn two corners and walk 200 meters to reach the location designated by the old lady.
Amelia Su was exhausted and felt like she could no longer walk.
"I can pull up an old lady. Is it because you lack exercise?"
The old lady didn't appreciate it at all and spoke very unpleasantly.
Su Xueya wanted to get angry, but thinking of the relationship between the old lady and Su Xiu, she had to swallow her resentment.
Mingyao also came to the bathroom and saw the old lady scolding Su Xueya.
When Su Xueya saw Mingyao, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and grabbed Mingyao's wrist.
"Sister, come and help me."
"Grandma is old. It's not easy for one person to carry such a heavy box."
"I haven't gone to the bathroom yet."
Mingyao looked at Su Xueya very doubtfully, doubting her ears.
what is she doing?
Did she regard her as the one who collected the mess?
Amelia Su likes to express herself, and she always likes to give up her picks.
Mingyao wanted to stop her, but Su Xueya ran too fast.
The old lady waved her hand: "Little girl, there is no need to help."
"You came here with Xiao Su, right?"
"You have already helped me a lot today, so let me do it myself."
Mingyao looked at the old lady's trembling body and snatched the box over.
"Let me do it."
Mingyao picked up the box and moved it to the library designated by the old lady.
After she put down the box, she was already sweating profusely.
The old lady looked at the book in the library with distress, which was closest to the mountain.
The sand and stones had knocked the books into the mud, and many of them were ruined.
Even if I dried it again, I couldn't continue to watch it.
Mingyao looked at the old lady and asked, "Grandma, do you want to pack these books?"
The old lady's eyes were red and she choked with sobs: "They are all books that children love to read, and they are all destroyed!"
Mingyao picked up the soaked book, looked through it twice, and noticed the reading card inside.
There were names written all over the small card. No wonder the old lady was so sad.
When Mingyao was flipping through the book, he heard an inaudible cry.
She followed the sound to the corner of the library.
A skinny little girl was huddled in the corner, her muddy face covered with tears.
She raised her head as if feeling something, and met Mingyao's eyes.
Mingyao quickly pulled the little girl up and asked, "Kid, why are you here alone?"
"It's too dangerous."
Mingyao took a closer look and found that the little girl was wearing a pink cotton-padded jacket and had a ponytail.
Her anxious mental arithmetic was finally relieved. It seemed that the little girl the teacher was looking for was found.
The little girl was dirty all over her body, except for the two lines of tears on her face that looked out of place on her mud-covered face.
She looked at Mingyao carefully with her clear black and white eyes, full of cowardice.
Mingyao wanted to pull the little girl up. The little girl seemed to be on guard against the enemy, holding the book in her arms tightly.
She shrank back, obviously not wanting Mingyao to touch her.
Mingyao did not forcefully pull the little girl up. Instead, he squatted down and was at eye level with the little girl.
"It's dangerous for you to be here alone."
"Did you come here because you have a book you like?"
The little girl nodded fearfully.
Mingyao laughed: "Then can you tell me what your favorite book is?"
The little girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, "General History."
Mingyao smiled brighter.
"So you like history."
"My sister also studies history."
"And my sister is also making a historical robot."
The little girl was obviously interested and asked curiously: "What is a historical robot?"
"A diachronic robot is a robot that masters all historical knowledge."
The little girl's eyes lit up, "Sister, is there a general history that I can read among the robots you mentioned?"
Mingyao nodded: "Of course."
"It's not only included in the general histories you like to read, but also in other history books you like."
The little girl laughed, and her dim eyes suddenly became a little brighter.
"Sister, can I take a look at the robot?"
Mingyao stretched out her hand tentatively, and after finding that the little girl was not hiding from her, she tentatively rubbed the little girl's messy hair.
"Not yet, the robot is still under development."
"But when I make one, my sister can give one to you."
The little girl smiled brightly, and the sparkle in her eyes seemed to hide thousands of stars.
She hugged the book in her arms tightly and asked excitedly but restrainedly: "Really?"
Mingyao stretched out his hand and said sincerely: "No cheating for 100 years, how about that?"
The little girl hooked up with Mingyao with a smile on her face, and the old lady's laughing voice came.
"Xiaohui, what did sister say to you?"
"It makes you so happy."
Xiaohui jumped up to the old lady and hugged her hard.
"Grandma Dean, my sister said she would give me a robot in the future!"
"I'm looking forward to the robot my sister made."
The old courtyard looked at Mingyao with interest. After looking at it for a moment, she gently patted Xiaohui on the shoulder.
"Teacher Wang is looking for you everywhere. Go back quickly. Don't run around again."
Xiaohui nodded and skipped away.
Mingyao was telling Xiaohui to slow down, but he didn't notice that Lao Yuan's face had darkened.
She clasped her hands behind her back and looked at Mingyao gloomily.
"Miss Su, why do you make random promises to your children?"
Meeting the dean's sullen gaze, Mingyao was stunned for a moment: "Dean, I just..."
"Children who grow up in orphanages are more sensitive and fragile than ordinary children. If you make a promise rashly, if you fail to promise, it will bring a very painful blow to the children."
Mingyao understands the dean's hard work.
The more than 20 children in the orphanage are just like children to the director.
"Dean, don't worry, I never wanted to let her down."
"I promise you that I will fulfill my promise!"
The old dean nodded and looked at Mingyao with a somewhat softened gaze.