When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

Since I want to go to the school, I definitely can't just walk to the place where the stalls are set up like now. You must have a suitable travel tool.

There is nothing more suitable for the current hawker than a tricycle.

Summer evening plan to buy a second-hand tricycle to set up a stall for travel.

But she didn't know the market price of tricycles and second-hand cars, so she asked her familiar Uncle Zhang.

"A second-hand tricycle... I really don't know, I will ask you in the afternoon."

Xia Wan nodded her head, her heart still pressed.

Zhou Qinglang's household registration, Xiawan Shuang never knew what to do.

Although it is trying to find a way, Xia Wanshuang has nothing to do at present, not that he does not want to act, but that he can't act at all.

Xia Wan Shuang was still worried that his account was in someone else's hands, so how could he be assured of handing over Zhou Qinglang.

This is not a trivial matter. Whoever has the registered permanent residence means that he has a legal relationship with him. The guardian can exercise his guardianship to do a lot of things. Once he fails to find the right person, there will be endless troubles.

Xia Wanshuang couldn't determine that someone was a purely good person, let alone who was reliable and who could ask for help. At present, only Jiang Wan could be trusted.

But with Jiang Wan, lovers will become brothers and sisters!

This is simply an endless loop.

Zhou Qinglang found that Xia Wanshuang sometimes stared at her unconsciously, accompanied by movements of contemplation and frowning, which seemed to be preoccupied.

"Sister, do you worry about my household registration?"

"I can't seem to find another way."

Xia Wan both smiled bitterly and looked at Zhou Qinglang with a little guilty expression in her eyes. She had promised to find a way before, but now she only believed in Auntie Jiang.

"Auntie Jiang is very nice. If she is willing to take me in, I will be very grateful. I am also very lucky to meet my sister."

Zhou Qinglang's voice is not as crisp as ordinary children or milky milky soft waxy, with some natural hoarseness, it sounds particularly serious and solemn.

Xia Wan touched Zhou Qinglang's head, because of experience, Langlang was also a little adult. If there is no obstacle to the plot, she must have agreed immediately.

Now it seems that this can only be done, let Zhou Qinglang and Zhao Tianhang be brothers and sisters first.

What Xia Wan is afraid of is that if the two become brothers and sisters, then there will be no show.

After all, Zhou Qinglang is still eleven years away from adulthood. The truth is that she will become a brother and sister. This plot can be played off. She is still a lover, so she will be laid off.

The system sighed deeply in Xia Wan's mind.

All messy.

The above still cannot be contacted, and the system is even a little frustrated. If they reach the 24-year-old node, they still have no way to contact the above what to do.

If it is really forgotten, it is a very scary thing for the system.

Xia Wan went to the bathroom to wash his face, and suddenly remembered the question he had asked the system before.

"All, I asked you to check, why did you find out why Langlang doesn't have a hukou?"

[System]: Hmm, I found it

The system withdrew from the frustration and spoke out the information it had obtained by turning over the data.

[System]: The grandmother who raised him in the first place had no such awareness at all, so she did not have a registered permanent residence. The orphanage she stayed in for the first time only stayed for half a month, because of the problem of income and expenditure turnover. The orphanage was simply unable to support so many children. She was in a difficult period when she went there, and the person in charge was very frustrated, so she did not have time to go to the hukou.

[System]: The orphanage here, you also know that there is insider inside, so the children they have to meet are all without body...! ! ...For it, so...

Xia Wanshuang's eyelashes trembled, her expression a bit complicated.

She has never been an ideal optimist, nor is she ignorant of the darkness of this world. She knows how many dark tentacles are hidden behind the light, but she has nothing to do with them.

As long as there are people, there are desires and interests.

In a certain way, Zhou Qinglang's guardianship is not in the hands of the orphanage, which is also a good thing.

The hukou issue was tentatively settled in the hearts of Zhou Qinglang and Xia Wanshuang. Xia Wanshuang was grateful to Jiang Wan, but didn't know how to express it better. Apart from taking good care of Zhao Tianhang when Jiang Wan was away, Jiang Wan was relieved. Way out.

When I went to the park in the summer evening in the afternoon, I was surrounded by the uncles.

"Shuang'er, Lao Liu has an unused three-wheeler. You can pick it up at his house later."

"Hey?"

Xia night double stayed, and looked at Uncle Liu.

"Uncle Liu, do you have any? I'm thinking of buying a second-hand tricycle. How much do you sell?"

"Um...how much..."

Uncle Liu turned his head and exchanged glances with the people around him.

"Fifty?"

This is Uncle Liu.

"thirty?"

This is Uncle Zhou.

"Ten yuan."

This is Uncle Zhang.

"I think ten yuan is good, is it still expensive?"

The uncles whispered that Xia Wanshuang had already won over a lot of uncles with the first level of chess in the community. In addition, he was cute and sweet, young and not good but strong and self-reliant. It made the uncles even more distressed.

Xia Wan was dumbfounded in crying or laughing, showing emotions.

"Grandpa, you really don't need to do this. I should still have the money to buy a second-hand tricycle."

"You have money, what money do you have."

Uncle Zhang was straightforward and stared at Xia Wanshuang.

He supplies summer and evening doubles. Of course, he knows how busy this child is.

He said that Xia Wan Shuang could not be used, not that he had to come to accompany him. He had a little rest, only a ten-year-old baby girl, and his sister was only seven years old, she took the burden of life prematurely.

He feels distressed and wants to share the burden, but Xia Wanshuang, the child is terribly frightened, has to come.

This child is so powerful, he will definitely be promising in the future, and should not be limited to his current life.

"Shuang'er, it's only ten yuan. If you don't agree, I can sell it for five yuan, or you can give it away for nothing."

Uncle Liu, the owner of the tricycle, made a decision, and the others agreed.

"Don't don't don't, two hundred percent?"

Xia Wanshuang also doesn’t know what the market price is. She doesn’t have much money now. She is really shy in her pocket, but it’s not good to take advantage of others and consume other people’s kindness. Given a price of two hundred, she I also think it's quite low, which is really embarrassing.

"Shuangshuang, grandpa knows you are polite, but you are too young now. It's not when you are talking about the price. When you grow up, you can give it again. If you don't see us more, it's okay."

Grandpa Liu opened his mouth with a smile. Others are richer and seem extraordinarily kind.

The youngest of these old guys are in their 50s, the older is in their 70s or 80s, half of their feet are in the soil, they don’t lack food or drink, and they don’t have that kind of stingy connection. It's good to help the children. It's not a golden mountain or a silver mountain. The tricycle, Uncle Liu, was left unused last year, and there is nothing to use.

Xia Wan couldn't resist the double push. It's better to be respectful, thank you again and again, and follow Uncle Liu to his house.

"It's useless for a while, it's all gray."

Uncle Liu pushed his car out of the warehouse and blew the dust on it.

"I'll get you a rag and wipe it."

Without waiting for Xia Wan's answer, Uncle Liu entered the house.

Xia Wan helped to wipe together, fetching water and wringing a rag, and it took a while to wipe it clean. Xia Wanshuang was about to ride back, but found that he was physically weak. Seeing Xia Wanshuang couldn't move by herself, Uncle Liu helped her get home.

"Shuang'er, you... how can you get out if you can't ride?"

"It's okay, I can push it, not far."

No. 3 Middle School is not far from here, just a few blocks away.

"Well, let's call grandpa if you have anything to do."

"Well, good, thank you Grandpa."

With the means of transportation, Xia Wan Shuang is ready to go to the Third Middle School.

Zhao Tianhang came to help, loading things into the truck.

Equipped with everything, Zhao Tianhang rode a bicycle, Xia Wanshuang and Zhou Qinglang pushed beside, and the three children headed towards Sanzhong with great momentum.