Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

No, before eight o'clock, the music and laughter of the elderly people dancing in the square were already heard from the large square in the courtyard.

The younger convalescent patients took a leisurely walk and chatted on the boulevards around the square, accompanied by the cool breeze.

One thing to say, this is a good place to enjoy happiness~

While speaking, Xiang Xing jumped directly to the side of an elderly Tai Chi team, watching with great interest.

And those old people are also very interested in the strange girl who is wearing a hat and sunglasses on this big night, wrapping herself into a big zongzi from head to toe.

There were even a few old men and old ladies who directly recognized Aunt Zhuang next to Xiang Xing, with a sudden look in their eyes.

"Ah, isn't that the kid from Lao Xiang's family!"

"The little girl with albinism? Oh, what a poor child..."

"Yes, I heard that my condition has deteriorated recently, and I had to be sent to a sanatorium to recuperate... It turned out to be Lao Jiang's sanatorium."

"yes……"

There was a silent discussion over there, while Xiang Xing listened silently.

Fortunately, although there is compassion and sympathy here, there is no discrimination or evil words, which makes her very comfortable.

Compared with the schools where the original owner and sister stayed in school, the strange eyes of the young people, and the strange tone of yin and yang, she might as well get along with the grandparents.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but secretly tick the corners of his pink lips hidden under the big mask.

Immediately following the soothing music of the Taijiquan team, he imitately learned the old man's boxing techniques and moves and gestured.

——In the end, after only two or three minutes, she was so tired that she was sweating and panting.

The body this time is really too weak and too weak, and because of not exercising all the year round, I will sweat madly when I exercise casually, and feel all kinds of fatigue.

In addition, in the early autumn, she had already wrapped herself more tightly than in winter, and even if she didn't move, she would be stuffed with sweat.

In the end, there was really no other way. Xiang Xing had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​boxing and fitness. With his round and bulky body wrapped around, he staggered to find a bench under the big tree to sit.

With the second shade of the tree, the little guy was a little more at ease, took off the thick protective coat, mask and scarf, and hung it on one side.

She wiped the fine sweat from her face and forehead, but still felt not at ease, so she subconsciously touched her pocket, looking for a handkerchief.

As a result, nothing was touched.

"Aunt Zhuang, did I forget to bring a handkerchief out..."

Xiang Xing lowered his head, first rummaged in his small bag, and then softly called Aunt Zhuang.

But no one responded to her.

"...Aunt Zhuang?"

The little guy paused, raised his soft eyes suspiciously, and glanced around.

However, she found that Aunt Zhuang was no longer by her side.

Instead, under another tree not far away, he was chatting with a somewhat familiar back.

As for the position where she was standing, it was replaced by a figure in a wheelchair.

"Is this your handkerchief?"

The handsome man in the wheelchair spoke lightly.

The voice fell, and a familiar little yellow duck handkerchief was slowly handed over by a slender hand with clear joints.

Xiang Xing was stunned for a moment, but did not take it immediately.

She just turned her soft eyes sideways in surprise and looked at him following the sound.