Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Through the long hanging hair, his dark eyes were a little dull,

Like a frightened deer, he quickly lowered his head,

His face was pale and his lips were chapped. He seemed timid and wanted to say something, but did not speak.

Yun Si looked at his still bleeding hand, lowered her head, and blew,

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

He lowered his head and still didn't answer.

Probably because he was used to being beaten, he had learned not to say anything.

As long as you don't say anything, you won't get beaten harder.

Yun Si grabbed his hand and blew softly,

Liang Wenjing was outside, so she couldn't heal his wounds blatantly.

I can only quietly cast spells to make him feel better and less painful.

Yun Si pulled him to sit down, pushed his hair away,

The little boy seemed to be frightened, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to cover it.

Just like a soft lamb, it wants to run away when it is frightened.

But the next second, a fragrant little cake appeared in front of him.

He was slightly stunned, staring at the small cake in front of him, seemingly in a daze.

Probably because I have never eaten small cakes.

He even forgot to struggle, looking straight at the little girl's white and tender hands, swallowing slightly.

Like a little adult, Yun Si rubbed his head and coaxed him patiently.

"You tell me your name and I'll give this to you, okay?"

When the beautiful little girl smiles, her black and white eyes are always exceptionally clean, making it impossible to see any malice in her.

The little boy's eyes moved slightly and he looked at her silently.

He is very handsome. Even though he is skinny and skinny, you can still tell that his eyebrows are very good.

Slightly feminine, yet with the immaturity of a young boy,

Especially those pure black eyes, when looking over, there is an indescribable feeling of warmth.

He looked at her quietly, with a silence that was inappropriate for his age.

As time passed, his dry lips wriggled slightly, seeming to express their voices,

"Song... Jing."

His voice was a little hoarse, the voice of a young boy, soft, gentle and serious.

Yun Si slightly bent her eyes and rubbed his head again with her little hands.

"Nice to meet you, Song Jing."

She looked at him like a little adult with loving eyes.

The small cake was handed to him on a small plate.

He took it quietly and glanced at her,

Probably because he was hungry, he ate a little ravenously.

The mouth is also covered with white cream, which is fragrant and sweet.

Yun Si looked at him and patted his back slowly,

He seemed wary of her, but he had relaxed a little because of the little cake.

He looked at her secretly, then lowered his head and ate the cake in silence.

Yun Si touched his head, and he didn't resist that much anymore.

Quiet and quiet, like a soft little lamb.

"Song Jing, how old are you? I am seven years old, how about you?"

"." He looked at her and became more gentle,

He lowered his head for a long time before slowly answering, "Eight...eight years old."

"So, are you in second grade?"

"." There was another long silence.

He seemed to need a certain amount of reaction time before he could answer her question.

"First grade."

He slowly peeked at her.

Yun Si blinked her eyes and realized something sensitively.

Looking at his gentle and soft look, she suddenly leaned over and pecked him.

The little boy was stunned immediately, looking at her blankly, and even forgot to eat the cake.