After the martial arts class, Shen Zhengming walked back to the room with a group of children talking about what had just happened. Obviously, it was Master Chen Huandong's own mistake that made the embarrassing scene happen.

However, Fu Xiaowa was indeed beaten so badly and was kicked out of this group. These children all felt a little sympathetic.

"Master Chen actually slipped, it shouldn't be. It's really embarrassing. If it were me, I would like to dig a hole and get in!" a child shook his head and said.

"That's not. It's really a mistake that shouldn't be made. Alas, it's inevitable that there will be a fall when you're so long in your life!"

"That little peddler is very miserable. I guess it will take a long time to get up!"

"It's good to be able to save your life, but you still hope for something else!"

"That's worthy. It's okay to be stupid. I'm still so lazy. Being diligent may make up for my shortcomings. Maybe he is really a place to play. Look, his slap is really strong enough!" Those children thought about the days when they were severely thrown by Fu Xiaowa. Except for Shen Zhengming, these people were no match for Fu Xiaowa before they practiced martial arts.

"That's right, it's so stupid and late to class, it deserves it!"

A group of children returned to the wing room with one word and one word. The slightly fat child pushed the wing room away and was stunned. Everyone was stunned.

It was still neatly quilted, and the cleaned house. There was time to organize, and Fu Xiaowa would never be late. They were unwilling to believe the facts in front of them. Fu Xiaowa sacrificed his time to help them organize and clean them, and they still remembered clearly every detail of Fu Xiaowa's fist and legs in the wing room. Yes, they all remembered clearly. But even if this person was late, he would help them organize the quilt. This made every child stand still and couldn't speak.

Fu Xiaowa dragged his weak body and pushed open the room. He wanted to come back to pack his luggage and follow Senior Brother Qingyun to another group to continue his apprenticeship.

When he walked into the room, the children were suddenly filled with straight eyes and the atmosphere was dull. Usually, at this time, Fu Xiaowa, the annoying guy, was driven away, and they would cheer and sarcastically beside him.

Fu Xiaowa and the children didn't say anything. The children just watched Fu Xiaowa leave silently. Fu Xiaowa's departure would not affect them, but they still felt that this was not a thing that pleased them, but it should have been a thing that would have been a thing that would have been a thing that should have been a thing that was happy.

Fu Xiaowa left and left quietly. The servant they had beaten up together had forgotten why they kept beating him, which day did it start and why?

But Fu Xiaowa did leave. These children were silent and didn't speak. They often bully and insulted this servant, but they had never seen him angry or retaliated. They could only help them fold quilts every morning and clean the house.

Is Fu Xiaowa really that annoying? They have been asking this question. Why Fu Xiaowa hates it? They are still confused, but there seems to be no reason that will satisfy the answer.

The slightly fat child came to Fu Xiaowa's bed. The owner of this bed may never come back. They will never be able to enjoy the joy of beating Fu Xiaowa in this room. In fact, there is no happiness. Some of them even think that beating Fu Xiaowa is quite annoying.

Fu Xiaowa, who has been bullied by them, never hates them. Don’t they hate them? They can’t imagine such a fact. If they think about what they do, they will hate them to the core.

The slightly fat child found a pack of things on the bed, lying quietly at the head of the bed, so eye-catching and conspicuous, that was definitely not a legacy, and it was impossible for anyone to leave such a scrutiny.

"He...he has something left..."

The children all gathered and looked at the pack of things quietly left on the bed in confusion. They looked at each other, and the various possibilities of suspicion, perhaps the last revelation of Fu Xiaowa's anger before leaving, or perhaps the long-standing gift of anger.

They found a stick and carefully picked up the paper bag. What would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, what would it be, it would be a bloody knife that would leave it to their hearts, or it might be all kinds of unexpected things.

The paper wraps were untied layer by layer, untied their doubts layer by layer, and the final mystery was right in front of them.

Suddenly, all the children were stunned. The child holding the stick was already trembling. If it was a packet of feces left to disgust them, it would not be surprising.

But it was a pack of sugar cakes, and Fu Xiaowa left them with the last gift they hated.

That's right, it's sugar cakes, peanuts and almond candies, walnut biscuits, and candied fruits.

This is the thing that children like the most, and even these rich children drool without exception. This is Fu Xiaowa's careful collection, which is extremely precious to Fu Xiaowa, and this is a treasure for a servant who has no chance to get in touch with these things.

Fu Xiaowa left them with his dilapidated quilt, the quilt they kept laughing at, and a simple dress.

These children were silent, and everyone stared blankly at the sugar cakes on the bed. This was usually the snacks they snatched, but none of them were hand-held,

They could not reach out to the bag of sugar cakes, which was the reproach they were receiving. They were recalling the mistakes they had helped again and again, chasing the innocent Fu Xiaowa around the streets again and again.

They could not reach out and were punished in their hearts that were more uncomfortable than any punishment...

Fu Xiaowa followed Qingyun silently and came to a relatively depressed wing room. This was a relatively dilapidated wing room. Even the windows had several holes that had not been repaired.

Qingyun's cough sounded, knocking on the door!

At this time, the door of the wing room opened, and a lazy apprentice was already quite old. The apprentice beat him up and said lazily: "What's the matter?"

"This is your new classmate, Summer Friend, named Fu Xiaowa!" Qingyun patted Fu Xiaowa next to him and said.

Fu Xiaowa smiled and nodded at the big child.

"Oh, new classmate, come in and find a place to sleep by yourself!" The older child was still lazy, as if he had nothing to do with him for whether he had come or not.

Qingyun and Fu Xiaowa walked into the wing room, and a strange smell suddenly came to their noses. There were still a few children of this age lying on the bed, lying lazily, with all kinds of garbage on the ground. Qingyun couldn't help but frown, and he said, "What kind of decent are you? Do you still look like an apprentice!"

These older children were like old fried dough sticks, soft and soft, "It's not that you have to get dirty, why bother!"

Qingyun was speechless. He was just a senior brother, not a boxer. He looked at Fu Xiaowa, let out a sigh, and then shook his sleeves and left.

"Hello, you guys, my name is Fu Xiaowa..." Fu Xiaowa said with his broken quilt on his back and said with a smile.

Fu Xiaowa stood in the house awkwardly. Not to mention that these children would laugh at and scold him like Shin Zhengming, they didn't even have the aura to deal with him now.
Chapter completed!