Yang Jingjing held Zhao Xin with her left hand and Sun Xiao with her right hand, looking at the only entertainment facility in the yard, three groups of horizontal bars, a little difficult.

She turned her head and asked Sun Xiao, "Xiao Xiao, what do you want to play?"

Sun Xiao looked at her with his eyes open and did not speak.

Yang Jingjing sighed silently in her heart, and then turned around and asked Zhao Xin: "Xinxin, what do you say we are playing?"

Zhao Xin glanced at the horizontal bar on the side, and was about to speak, when a football flew in from outside the courtyard gate and hit the bamboo and rattan table, with a muffled bang, it bounced to the ground, and rolled in front of Sun Xiao.

Zhao Xinle let go of Yang Jingjing's hand, squatted down to pick up the ball, and asked, "Who kicked this in?"

A young male voice soon sounded outside the courtyard: "Hey, throw the ball out!"

Yang Jingjing turned their heads, and saw a strange little boy running over at the gate of the courtyard, who looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, wearing a set of blue and white small navy uniforms, looking particularly refreshing, the boy was black-eyed and handsome, not very old, and he looked very distinctive, and a pair of sword eyebrows made the whole face show heroism.

The boy shouted, "Hey, tell you, throw the ball!"

Yang Jingjing looked at the boy in a daze, motionless.

Zhao Xin hugged the football, paused, his thin single eyelid narrowed slightly, a small expression appeared in his eyes, and suddenly put the ball in front of his feet, helped with one foot, raised it with one foot, and put on an absolutely standard kicking posture!

As soon as the boy saw her posture, he knew that this kick was definitely not light, so he hurriedly squatted down and made defensive moves.

Zhao Xin threw his right foot in the air, his movements were dashing, and the football was kicked out with a roar!

The boy hurriedly reached out to catch it, but the football flew over his head, with the sound of the wind, too fast to have a chance to catch it.

Before the boy could react, there was a sudden bang behind him.

"Oops, hey!"

The companion who rushed behind him was directly hit, and was hit by the football in the chest, with great strength, the companion took two steps back, sat directly on the buttocks, and when he looked up again, tears flowed down his cheeks, and he cried hard.

All this happened too quickly, and by the time Yang Jingjing came back to her senses, the scene was already chaotic.

There were two people outside the hospital, one holding his head and palpitating, and the other sitting on the ground and crying.

In the courtyard, Zhao Xin saw that he was in trouble, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Yang Jingjing, not daring to squeak, Sun Xiao, who had been holding Yang Jingjing tightly, didn't cry, but his eyes were wide, obviously frightened.

The boy relieved himself, didn't bother to pick up the ball, and ran over to grab his companion's arm: "How are you?

The companion clutched his chest and cried incessantly, obviously hurting hard.

The scene was chaotic, and the adults in the house heard the movement and rushed out. When I saw the scene in front of me, I was stunned.

Yang Xu took the lead in striding towards Yang Jingjing, protecting the three children behind him, then looked at the two boys outside the hospital, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sun Wu then arrived and was relieved to make sure that the children were all right.

When Old Man Qian saw the boys standing outside the courtyard, he sighed and asked, "Isn't this the child from the old Liu family?"

Old Man Yang also knew someone who came, and asked, "Liu Cheng, why are you crying?" As he spoke, he looked at the boy who was standing aside and helping people: "Bai Yu, what's going on?"