77 Song Anxin took Ji Jia and the black cat Xiaoxiao to finally return home at eleven o'clock in the evening, but fortunately she left some money in her own pocket to take the bus, otherwise a group of weak people would have to walk on their legs, and I am afraid that they will not be able to get home until tomorrow.

Even so, it was early in the morning when I got home.

The Song family is still a little dusty, although Song Anxin will come back from time to time to clean it, but if no one lives in it, it will be dirtier than someone living in it, fortunately, there is not much dust, just wipe it, but Anxin is not in much mood to pay attention to these.

Because the most important thing now is to get yourself in order.

They, whether it is Ji Jia or Song Anxin, are much dirtier than this house.

"How old are you?"

Song Anxin took out an adult black shirt from his father's room, and was going to let Ji Jia make up for it first, and then take him to buy some clothes and supplies tomorrow, seeing Ji Jiabi's number, and then thinking about his obviously only four or five years old, he was silent for a while.

"Seven-year-old, do you bathe yourself?"

Ji Jia nodded very obediently, and deliberately emphasized the number with his fingers. "I'll wash it myself. ”

It seems that small children are in a hurry to prove themselves.

And he was a child.

"That's good. Song Anxin glanced at him, even if it was a child, she didn't suspect much, took Ji Jia to the bathroom door, handed over the clothes directly to him, and thought about it.

"There's a chair in there to put clean clothes for you, and just throw the dirty clothes into the dirty clothes basket. ”

"I don't think you can turn on this kind of water heater, so I filled it with water, and you can wash it in it, and if you don't have enough water, you can call me. ”

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Ji Jia looked at the big basin full of water in the small bathroom, and nodded a little heavily.

"Then you wash, if something you shout inside, I'll know. ”

"Thank you. The boy's voice rang out.

"No thanks. Song Anxin shook his head lightly and walked out.

Ji Jia does take a bath by himself, even if he didn't have many opportunities to take a bath before, but he can still rub it casually, but he is a little overwhelmed when he looks at the bottles and cans in the bathroom... But... Before? Didn't he always get a chance to take a shower?

Ji Jia, who shook his head at the thought that suddenly came to him, puffed out his bun face, came out with a slightly wide clothes, and stretched out a hand to push aside the wet hair on his forehead.

He was a little confused, but he reached for a red bottle that I don't know if it was shampoo or shower gel.

"The red jar is shower gel, which is for washing the body, and the blue jar is for shampoo, for washing hair. When Ji Jia was silent, a voice came from outside the door, and the content made him breathe a sigh of relief, but the next second he was a little hesitant, as if he wanted to say something, but when he hesitated, the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

Ji Jia pursed her lips, still expressionless, but she was a little stunned in her heart.

Ji Jia came out of the bathroom with a wet body of moisture, but when he walked to the living room, there was no one, he couldn't help blinking, some didn't dare to move, and heard the sound of stir-frying and the fragrance coming from the bright place by the wall, Ji Jia hesitated for a moment and walked over barefoot.

Then he was a little surprised to see the girl who was cooking something in the kitchen with a demure appearance, and couldn't help but be a little fascinated, as if something flashed through his mind.

Seeing him like this, the black cat lying on the glass platform seemed to meow with some disgust.

Although Ji Jia's voice walking was very soft, it might be a blessing to the rescue object she hadn't met, and Anxin's ears were unusually sensitive now, so when she heard the voice, she subconsciously turned her head to look over.

Seeing that it was Ji Jia, Song Anxin was a little stunned, she was not used to the fact that there was an extra person in the always quiet house, so she paused for a second before reacting to the current situation.

It's just that she kept looking at the boy who didn't say anything, and his wet hair was still wet and sticking to his scalp and dripping down, as if he was very nervous, and his thin little body, which was originally a little rickety, was straight.

Song Anxin turned his head and continued to look at the noodle soup in the stirring pot, waiting for the noodle soup in the pot to cook for another minute or two before turning off the gas stove.

Song Anxin placed the towel on the chair on the boy's head.

"Didn't the dry towel I put you in the bathroom work?"

She gently wrapped Ji Jia's head with a towel, rubbed Ji Jia's hair very skillfully, and asked suspiciously.

"I can't wipe it. Ji Jia said softly, lowering his head, and there were tiny hair whirls on the top of his head.

Song Anxin looked at Ji Jia's thin hands and body with small scars, agreed with Ji Jia's statement, reached out and took the towel, the big towel directly covered Ji Jia's head, and wiped it carefully for Ji Jia.

Ji Jia lowered his head unusually docilely, revealing his slender and fragile neck, and his soft hair was rubbed by Song Anxin, he didn't move, even if he pursed his lips tightly because of the unfamiliar touch coming from the top of his head, he still maintained a docile low posture, not revealing his true emotions, but deliberately making himself look domesticated and harmless.

"Alright. "Song Anxin didn't take long, the rest can also be let dry naturally, Ji Jia's hair is quite dry, it will dry out after a while, and the degree of semi-dryness will not make Ji Jia catch a cold or anything, so there is no need to wipe it until it is very dry.

"Meow. ”

Well, the point is that her cat owner needs her to serve her.

She casually put the towel aside, took Ji Jia to wash her hands, brought the food that had been prepared for the cat owner a long time ago, and took three bowls from the cupboard next to her, and brought the noodle cooking pot to the table.

Song Anxin is not good at wiping other people's hair, so after taking away the towel that wipes the hair, Ji Jia's originally smooth hair is inevitably messy, Ji Jia doesn't seem to care, and he has no intention of taking care of it at all, but his eyes have been looking at the slender girl, and he can't take his eyes off it.

He didn't sit down until Anxin sat down.

"You can only eat noodles today, and your stomach may not be very able to bear the main food, so drink soup and eat some meat first. Song Anxin looked at the thin boy and explained, and put the bowl with only soup and ham sausage in his hand in front of Ji Jia.

Ji Jia glanced at the fragrant noodles on the table, and then looked at the soup in front of him, sitting straight.

Anxin took the chopsticks and spoon from the table, thought of something, and turned his head to look at Ji Jia.

"Do you know how to use chopsticks?"

Ji Jia nodded, and Song Anxin blinked.

"Won't tell me. Song Anxin handed him the spoon and chopsticks, "Don't be in a hurry when you eat." Be careful that the soup is too hot, blow it before eating. ”

Ji Jia looked at Song Anxin, holding chopsticks in his hand, listening to Song Anxin's words with a serious face, his little face was tense, as if Song Anxin was saying something about the truth of the famous saying, and he listened to Song Anxin's words into his heart.

Song Anxin saw him like this, and couldn't help but touch him with him

A little damp hair.

Although the slightly cool fingers were touched away, Ji Xiaojia, who was touched for the first time, couldn't help but widen his eyes, sensing the kindness of the person in front of him, Ji Xiaojia pursed his lips and turned his head, but his tense little face turned slightly red.

Song Anxin didn't tease him, just turned back to get his own cutlery.

The chopsticks for adults are still too big, which is not suitable for Ji Jia today, and his fingers can't fully grasp the chopsticks, but he barely uses them.

Maybe it's time to buy a children's chopstick, Song Anxin thought about it as he folded his hands and closed his eyes.

She opened her eyes and was about to eat but found that Ji Jia was looking at her, as if she was a little strange why she did that.

"It's a habit in our family. ”

To be correct, it is Song's father's habit, Song Anxin himself has no faith, but he has been accustomed to this ritual before meals with Song's father for many years.

After Anxin finished explaining, he was picking up the chopsticks, but he saw Ji Jia suddenly put down the chopsticks, a little clumsily learning what she had just done, closing her eyes tightly, and her little expression was strangely serious.

This made Song Anxin feel a little funny, she said with a smile. "You don't have to learn. ”

Ji Jia didn't listen to her, but continued to do the movements, and it took more than ten seconds before picking up the chopsticks again.

Song Anxin, who no longer spoke, glanced at him and found that although he was too young to fully master the chopsticks, the chopsticks were unusually stable, so he was relieved.

The two of them were still quiet and didn't say a word, but the atmosphere was no longer as condensed as before, but became a little softer.

Song Anxin was thinking while eating.

Ji Jia is seven years old, obviously the age when she should go to school, but she just knows his name and age now, and she doesn't even know anything else, and she doesn't even have an identity certificate, and second, she still has a task to do, and the original owner is still a student, so she still needs to go to school, and it is really difficult for Ji Jia to stay by her side.

But Song Anxin didn't say much, and she didn't have the idea of trying to get Ji Jia away, even if she did, she didn't promise to let Ji Jia stay by her side before, and now that she agreed, she had no intention of going back, but thought carefully about the arrangements for Ji Jia.

It's not really that there is no way, Song An thought about it for a while and then had a few ideas, so after arranging for Ji Jia to sleep, Song Anxin cleaned up and went to sleep with peace of mind.

She slept quite soundly, very much in line with her usual style.

So she didn't know that at the height of the night, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the room where Ji Jia was sleeping, more and more brighter, gathered on Ji Jia, Ji Jia's small body and the young man's illusory figure were intertwined with each other, but the young man's body seemed to be extremely unstable, and soon disappeared from sight, and the room was still quiet only the sound of the child's breathing from sleep.

When Song Anxin didn't know it, her system 'ticked' softly.