Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The next day, Monday.

Yun Si put on her schoolbag and, at Zhou Simin's urging, drank a large glass of milk before going out.

Today is her first day when she transfers to Guangming Primary School, and Zhou Simin is taking her to register.

Since Guangming Primary School is opposite the community and very close to it, Zhou Simin doesn't plan to drive and just walks there.

When going downstairs, Yun Si saw Song Jing in front of him with his head lowered.

He put on his schoolbag and put on the clothes she gave him,

It looks much more comfortable than before.

Yun Si watched from a distance and ran over to Zhou Simin before waiting.

"Brother Song Jing——"

Like a little butterfly, she patted his shoulder and jumped up to him.

Song Jing looked up at her,

His lips are always dry, as if he rarely drinks water.

Seeing her and meeting her bright gaze, he subconsciously dodged and then lowered his head.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Now, here you go."

Yun Si handed over an egg and a bottle of milk.

"I have good news for you. I am also in class 1 (3), in the same class as you."

Yun Si put something into his hand and spoke cheerfully,

"Mama will take me to see the teacher later, and then we can meet again."

"." The little boy lowered his head and glanced at her secretly.

The soft eyes are always dazed and a little dazed.

Something was stuffed into him again. He probably wanted to refuse.

But seeing Yun Si's bright and beautiful eyes, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

In the end, he just hummed quietly.

"Thank you."

he added quietly.

Yun Si rubbed his head and smiled, "You're welcome."

When Zhou Simin went downstairs, he saw his daughter walking with a child.

The child has long hair and looks like a girl.

When Yun Si saw Zhou Simin coming out, she said goodbye to Song Jing and ran back to Zhou Simin.

Zhou Simin took her hand and asked, "Who is that little sister? Is she your new friend again?"

The little girl raised her head, and her black and white eyes seemed to reflect a different brilliance in the sunlight.

She tilted her head slightly and patted herself as if she remembered something.

"Mama, I forgot to introduce you, he is brother Song Jing."

The little girl said cheerfully, "Brother Song Jing is so nice. He even told me a lot about school."

"Brother Song Jing? Is that him?" Zhou Simin was surprised,

How come a little boy doesn’t even cut his hair?

With such long hair, she looks like a girl.

The little girl seemed to see through her surprise and explained in a sweet voice,

"Although brother Song Jing has long hair, he is an eight-year-old boy."

"Aunt Liang didn't give him money or cut his hair, so he has long hair."

Invisibly, she deepened Zhou Simin's suspicion of his neighbors.

If beating is still a means of education, it can be barely understood.

But a little boy, so thin, with uncut hair and a dirty schoolbag,

It is hard not to suspect that the neighbor next door is abusing the children.

Zhou Simin frowned, thoughtfully.

"Mama, what are you thinking about?"

The little girl looked at her curiously.

Zhou Simin came back to her senses, then smiled and touched her head,

"Nothing, let's leave quickly."