In a tea shop two streets away from Huayuan Group, Ye Ning asked for a private room with a minimum consumption of 200 yuan very luxuriously, lazily nestled in the sofa, basking in the warm sunlight pouring in from the window, the color of reminiscence in his eyes rippled unreservedly, and pictures of the past also appeared in his mind...

It was a bright afternoon, and a little boy sat on a small grass in the elementary school, dragging his chin quietly in a daze, and there was a bruise the size of half a palm on the left side of his immature little face.

A little girl with a small cartoon bag on her back, light as a butterfly, shouted crisply behind the little boy: "Brother Wuji, I knew that you didn't dare to go home if you got into trouble, you must be here." ”

The little boy glanced back at the little girl, and said lazily: "Xiao Ruoxi, today is Friday, and there is no class in the afternoon, why don't you go back?"

"I forgot that the Chinese textbook was in the classroom, so I came back to get it. The little girl sat down on the ground beside the little boy, and said quietly while opening her schoolbag and rummaging through something: "Brother Wuji, at noon, I saw Lin Junsheng's father come to find Teacher Wei, and I also heard Teacher Wei call your home..."

"Hmph, Lin Junsheng's stinky mouth deserves to be beaten, he will find his parents and teachers to complain, what kind of man. The little boy's face showed a hint of indignation, and after a moment his eyebrows were raised sorrowfully, and he glanced to the side, and saw that the little girl was holding a lovely bread in her hand at some point, and he could not help swallowing.

In order to avoid the teacher, after class, the little boy ran away without even eating lunch, and at this moment, his stomach was "growling".

The little girl unpacked the package unhurriedly, her pink little face was mixed with hesitation and entanglement, looking like she wanted to eat but was reluctant, and suddenly, her head tilted, and she smiled sweetly: "Brother Wuji didn't eat lunch, he should be hungry." ”

The little boy was embarrassed, subconsciously lowered his head, and quickly shook his head: "I ate too much breakfast and haven't digested it, I'm not hungry." ”

The bread was slowly brought under the nose by a pair of delicate little hands, and the little boy looked at the yellow-orange-orange cream, and smelled the tempting aroma, and wanted to raise his hand to pick it up but was embarrassed, so he simply shook his head, and was about to say something hard, but just happened to bump into the little girl's big watery eyes, blinking, and his eyes were full of playful smiles.

This girl is deliberately looking at her own jokes.

The little boy suddenly puffed out his mouth, pretending to be angry, but it didn't seem to have the slightest deterrent effect on the little girl, and the smile in the latter's eyes was even brighter.

The little boy finally couldn't put it anymore, snorted, took the bread, and gnawed on it without hesitation.

The little girl handed over another carton of milk, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out half a finger to point at the bruise on the little boy's face: "Does it hurt?"

The corner of the little boy's mouth twitched in pain, but he shook his head categorically: "It's just a skin injury, and I don't feel it at all." ”

The little girl pursed her lips, didn't say anything more, stayed with the little boy for a while, and then hopped away with her schoolbag on her back.

Later, the little boy learned that that day was the first time that the little girl lied to her mother and herself, she didn't forget the Chinese textbook in the classroom at all, but specially brought food to herself, and since that day, the little girl has never said a word to Lin Junsheng, a cousin, whether in school or in the family.

......

As soon as the picture turned, it was a cold and freezing winter.

The heating was turned on in the hospital room, the little girl on the bed was covered with a thick duvet, but her body was still trembling slightly, the little face was obviously thin, and as pale as a piece of paper, the original smart eyes, the brilliance was gone, a little dim, a little painful...

The little boy stood quietly in front of the bed, with a deep worry and anguish in his eyes, and the small hand that fell on his side was clenched into a fist.

"Brother Wuji, my mother said I would be fine. The little girl's face showed a touch of stubbornness, weakness.

"Xiao Ruoxi, you will definitely get better, you will. The little boy nodded vigorously, took out a peace charm from his pocket and handed it to the little girl: "This is what I asked for you when my mother and I went to the temple the day before yesterday." ”

The little girl put the peace charm in front of her eyes and looked at it for a moment, then winked mischievously at the little boy, and a sweet smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Not long after, the little girl's mother walked in accompanied by the little boy's mother, and the little boy saw that the little girl's mother's eyes were red and her complexion was very bad, so he asked, "Aunt Qiu, what happened to Ruoxi's illness?"

The little girl's mother touched the little boy's head with a smile: "Wuji, thank you for caring about my family Ruoxi, don't worry, Ruoxi's illness will be fine." ”

On the way home, the little boy's mother couldn't help the little boy's repeated questions, and with regret and helplessness, she told the little boy the truth: the little girl's condition is extremely not optimistic, I am afraid that it will not be delayed for ten days, and there is a red flame flower in the Lin family's collection, which can cure the little girl's disease, but the red flame flower is too precious, and the Lin family is reluctant to take it out.

When the little boy heard this, he was extremely angry in his heart, but he did not vent with one mouth like an ordinary seven-year-old child, but there was an unusually resolute look in his eyes.

......

Seven days later, one morning, before dawn, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and the little boy got down from the back row, looked around a few times, and then hurried to the ward building.

Knocking on the door of the ward, the little girl's mother saw the little boy who had come alone, and there was an incredible look on his face overnight, knowing that the hospital and the little boy's home were six or seven kilometers away, and the latter was only seven years old.

The little boy came to the hospital bed silently, looked at the little girl who was still frowning in her sleep, with a little pain and struggle on her face, and asked, "Aunt Qiu, how is Ruoxi's illness?"

The little girl's mother was silent, and the corners of her eyes turned red.

The little boy had an answer in his heart, and at that moment, he unzipped the down jacket, took out a quaint wooden can, and cautiously handed it to the little girl's mother: "Aunt Qiu, this is the Yanyang Grass Essence, the effect is similar to that of the Chiyan Flower, and the grade is higher than the Chiyan Flower." ”

The little girl's mother listened, the shock on her face at that moment was difficult to describe in words, the Yanyang Grass Spirit was naturally able to save the little girl's life, and the degree of cherishing was even higher than that of the Red Flame Flower, comparable to a priceless treasure, she didn't even dare to think about it.

"Wuji, where did you get this?"

Asking like this, the little girl's mother had actually guessed that most of them were stolen by the little boy from the family, but at this moment, her hands holding the wooden cans tightly refused to let go, it was her daughter's life.

"It was picked from the garden in the inner courtyard of the family, Aunt Qiu, don't ask, no matter how precious this thing is, it is not as important as Ruoxi's life, I will leave first." As he spoke, the little boy looked at the little girl deeply, and without giving the little girl's mother a chance to thank her, he turned away with resolute steps.

Since that day, the little boy has never seen the little girl again, and the little girl's mother didn't even go through the discharge procedures after the little boy left, so she left the hospital with the little girl in her arms, and left Yanjing directly, because the little girl's mother knew that if the little boy's family found out, she would inevitably forcibly get back the Yanyang Grass Essence, and even if it was known by those in the Lin family, it was likely that she would also fight the Yanyang Grass Essence because of greed.