Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He probably didn't want to learn, so even after he returned to school, he didn't listen when the teacher was teaching.

Either he looked at the leaves outside the window in a daze, or he turned his head and looked at his deskmate.

Soft and slightly curly hair, pressed by arms,

His dark and moist eyes remained motionless, staring intently at the side face of his little deskmate, despite the red marks on his face.

Yun Si also knew that with his current foundation, the content of the lecture was simply fantasy.

She didn't force him to listen. She planned to copy the notes and teach him herself when she got home.

When the first class was about to end, the quiet young boy stretched out his hand and pulled his deskmate.

When his deskmate looked over with a pen in his hand, he slowly licked his dry lips and said, "Water."

The little classmate paused for a moment, put down his pen, turned around and picked up the kettle from the side of his school bag.

Open it and hand it to him.

The little boy began to hold the kettle quietly and suck.

Every day when she goes out, Yun Si fills up with water.

The kettle is large, probably holding more than a liter.

The young boy lowered his head and drank nearly a quarter of his drink.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, just in time, he handed the kettle back.

Yun Si covered the kettle and put it back into the side of her schoolbag.

"You, don't you want to drink?"

He lay on the desk, stared at her, and asked slowly.

Because he drank water, his lips were no longer dry and were as rosy as a ripe and soft peach.

In the sunlight, his cheeks were as white as cicada wings, delicate yet fragile.

His soft eyes stared at her unblinkingly, focused and serious.

Yun Si glanced at him and shook her head, "I'm not thirsty."

The young man said softly and stopped talking.

It has returned to the quiet little sheep mode, with super long standby time.

When Zhou Simin came back from get off work, she received a call from the police.

The police just hung up the phone, and the next second, they received another call from the person in charge of the orphanage.

Song Jing's relevant information was sent to the orphanage by the police, so the orphanage called to ask for details.

Zhou Simin answered everything he knew one by one.

When she got home, she had just changed her shoes when she noticed movement in the kitchen.

The voices of two children came from the kitchen door, as well as the sound of running water from the faucet.

Zhou Simin changed her shoes, put down her bag, and walked over to take a look, "Si Si? Xiao Jing?"

Walking over, she was slightly stunned when she saw the child inside.

I saw only half-grown children standing on a stool, tiptoeing, washing rice under the faucet.

One moved a small bench and sat there, choosing dishes.

In an orderly manner, the two and a half older children did not mess up the kitchen at all.

When the little girl with a ponytail saw her, she immediately stood up and raised a cute smile.

"Mom, you're back."

"Brothers Si Si and Song Jing are very good and help mom cook."

"." Zhou Simin said nothing and looked at Song Jing.

The young boy has obviously done this kind of thing a lot, and his movements are actually very skillful.

It's just that I'm not tall enough, so I need to step on the bench and stand on tiptoe to reach the faucet.

He lowered his head, was very quiet, and showed no reaction.

Slow people are very insensitive to changes in the outside world.

He seemed to be immersed in his own world, only focusing on doing his own things well.

Zhou Simin looked at him with a twinkle in his eye.

Little girl Yun Si looked at him and tugged at his clothes.

"Brother Song Jing, mother is back."

There is no need to question whether children can cook. Children of poor people have already taken charge of the family. When I was a child, I really knew how to cook and sweep the floor at the age of seven.