Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Zhou Simin herself is a person who particularly hates and resents this kind of thing. When she heard that her daughter was ignorant of human affairs, she would naturally think more about it.

"Yes, that Aunt Liang is so mean. She was so mean to me just now."

The little girl deflated her cheeks slightly and sounded aggrieved.

"Just now, I told her not to hit brother Song Jing, but the fierce aunt scolded me for being nosy."

"I saw that Brother Song Jing's hands were full of painful wounds, just like when I fell before. There were many, many wounds."

Zhou Simin's face became more and more serious as he listened to her words.

The movements in his hands also stopped, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Si Si, be good, you eat first."

She might have to inquire about this matter.

afternoon,

After Zhou Simin cleaned up her home, she hurried to work.

Yun Si was at home alone, so she pretended to go to bed and take a nap.

After Zhou Simin went out, she immediately got up and put on her small backpack.

After taking the key, she walked out of her house and walked to the opposite side.

Listening closer, I found that it was quiet inside, and Liang Wenjing's noisy voice seemed not to be there.

Yun Si grabbed the strap of her backpack and waited outside the door.

After a while,

The door of Song Jing's house opened slowly with a click.

A small head poked out, revealing a pair of warm, dark eyes.

Yun Si raised her lips slightly and smiled cleanly,

"Brother Song Jing."

She whispered softly.

The young boy pursed his lips, slowly opened the door, and spoke slowly,

"She's sleeping, you...please keep your voice down."

This was the agreement she made with him before leaving, and she agreed to come to him in the afternoon.

He didn't answer at the time, but he opened the door at the appointed time.

Yun Si nodded and took his hand.

The little boy lowered his head quietly, like a little sheep on a rope.

He follows wherever he is led and is obedient to a fault.

Yun Si entered his room with him.

His room is still very dark, there is no light yet,

Especially in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, this place is completely a big steam oven.

As soon as Yun Si walked in, she felt like she was about to sweat.

She likes to be cool by nature, and such a hot space easily makes her irritable.

Yun Si calmly cast a spell to slowly cool down the room.

When the temperature dropped to a suitable and comfortable temperature, she took off her small backpack and then pulled Song Jing to sit down.

"for you."

She brought him a pot of freshly cooked mung bean porridge.

Zhou Simin made it before going to work so that she could have something to eat when she got up from her nap.

Yun Si didn't eat it herself, but let it cool down, put it in a thermos pot, and brought it over.

Song Jing seemed to be stunned for a moment, staring at her blankly with moist eyes, but didn't answer.

Yun Si opened the thermos box, and the rich aroma of mung beans soon filled the airtight space.

She also brought a spoon and stuffed it into his hand, very seriously,

"My mother cooked this for you to eat."

"." The young boy looked at her quietly and said nothing.

After a while, he slowly took it,

Slowly, lowering his head, "Thank you."

When he lowered his head, he looked like a gentle and harmless little sheep.

It's so thin and small, so small, it's really heartbreaking.

Yun Si looked at him, couldn't help it, and stretched out her hand to rub his head.

The young boy lowered his head and pursed his lips.

Although I didn't understand her tendency to touch his head, she still didn't avoid it.