【224 Song Qingtian】

Song Qingtian was dressed brightly, with a sweet appearance, as soon as she ran into the open space, she became the focus of more than a dozen children, and before she could speak, she was invited into the team of the game, among which several fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers who knew what love meant at the beginning of their love, some were even more shy, some were extremely excited, some asked Qingtian's name, and some tried their best to put Qingtian in the queue behind them, looking like they wanted to be heroes and protect their beauty......

The feeling of Qingtian is different from that of Nangong's family, it is not cold, it is not indifferent, and the aura exuded around it has almost no pressure at all.

Song Qingtian glanced at it, and felt like a doll, but it was not a fragile doll; Look at it twice, I feel well-behaved, but it is not well-behaved that people can control lightly; Looking at the three eyes, I feel that her movements are always a little blank and cute, and there are often some silly expressions on her face, but that expression never gives people a sense of clumsiness, on the contrary, she can always feel a trace of wisdom and elf when the corners of her lips flicker in that eye.

She was smart, lively, unrecognizable, not indifferent, and when she got to the children, she became a mess with them in a moment's effort. Children playing with children are very common and common.

It's just that......

Someone standing in front of the clearing apparently didn't think so. His expression was solemn and engrossed, and a pair of dark eyes followed the running Xiao Qingtian, the light in those eyes did not leave a single gap, and his expression never relaxed for a moment. Xiao Yu can guarantee that this is simply more focused and solemn than his usual demeanor when he draws weapon maps.

Throughless, is it really a real sister control?

"Ahem......" Xiao Yu coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Nangong, the children in our village are very enthusiastic and simple, please don't look at them with an expression that they are murderers?" ”

It will hurt the pure and young hearts of the vibrant flowers in her village......

Nangong was quiet for a moment, his eyes were still following Song Qingtian, and he slowly began to narrate, "Qingtian is a premature baby, she is not as healthy as other babies since she was a child, she is very similar to her mother, her appearance, demeanor, face, and even the weakest shortcomings of my mother's life are inherited. ”

"The weakest drawback?" Xiaoyu subconsciously answered, "Could it be...... Congenital disease? ”

"Heart disease."

Nangong took it lightly, "This is a genetic history obtained by my grandmother's family, but it is several times stricter than my mother's situation on a sunny day, and it has been diagnosed at birth that the heart is not sufficient, pulmonary valve stenosis, and atrial septal secondary foramen defect with bidirectional atrial shunt, and affects the cerebral blood supply, so that the baby will not cry, confusion, and only five percent of the chance will be healthy to live to one year old." ”

Xiao Yu listened to Nangong Tou's words, and when he saw the happy sunny day smiling on the side, he couldn't help but twist his heart, and asked worriedly, "What about now, are you cured?" ”

"An Yi, Bai Xi, I, and several of the world's best surgeons, cardiologists and assistants, after the birth of Qingtian, worked tirelessly for several months, until she was half a year old and her condition was stable, she gradually began to study, and successively performed pulmonary valve dilation and atrial defect repair and other surgical treatments. Qingtian's vitality is tenacious, and in the most difficult moment, he survived, and he has grown up healthy until now", Nangong's eyes darkened slightly, and his breathing sank, "Because Qingtian was one year old, the first word she could say was brother, and the second word was my mother's surname Song, so she followed her mother's surname." This is also the implication of my father's request at the request of his mother, who does not want to make the Song family extinct, and hopes that she can do a good job of inheriting the Song family tree, being healthy and stable, and growing up plainly. We have not hidden her illness, she is very aware of her physical condition, over the years, a little exhausting activities, we can't help but say, she will not take the initiative to participate, because she is sensible, understand, lose her, how many people will suffer for her, tears...... This is the first time to play with peers like this. ”

When his words landed, Yan Xiaoyu was stunned, and he was stunned for a long time.

Xiaoyu and Song Qingtian have met a few times, but from the first time they saw it to the present, in her memory, Song Qingtian is always smiling, with a pair of apricot eyes, her face is like a marshmallow that people can't chew enough, sweet and soft, like a little princess who doesn't know the pain, hiding all her sorrows in that innocence and confusion...... The people of the Nangong family are pampered and pampered by her, and the people in the alliance are also obedient, and they are worried about her unusual care on weekdays, so she always thinks that Song Qingtian is superior and carefree.

But I didn't want to, it turned out that this child, who felt so vibrant, healthy and lively from the first time I saw him, had faced death since birth, was on the verge of hell, and endured pain that others couldn't imagine at all, and even couldn't experience in a lifetime.

Suddenly remembered the conversation when he first talked to Song Qingtian on the phone, those few words such as ignorant and petty, Xiaoyu was stunned, and suddenly he had a little bit of nonsense for not knowing the facts, and even had an urge to apologize to Qingtian.

When she looked up, she saw that Song Qingtian seemed to have lost interest in this single capture game, and her expression faded out of the range of the group of children, ready to go to the corner of the open space to rest.

When Xiaoyu was about to walk over, he saw Song Qingtian stop.

She stopped in front of a pile of wooden stakes, which were scattered with leaves and straw in shapes of varying heights.

As if aware, the place where the sunny day stopped was a notched corner of the stakes, covered with planks on top, and just the height below that could accommodate a person.

When Qingtian raised his hand to lift the covered horizontal plank, Xiaoyu seemed to think of something, his expression was shocked, and he hurriedly shouted, "Qingtian, put it back, don't touch ......"

The word is not completely exported.

Bang!

A violent smashing sound came from the front, and the plank bounced upwards with the hand of the sunny sky, with a momentum from below!

Kung Fu in the blink of an eye, instantly.

I didn't have time to let people see the situation under the wooden plank, so I heard an angry roar from under the wooden board, and then a dirt-stained, jet-black hand with strong arms, with a fierce fist wind, smashed straight towards Song Qingtian's head.

Qingtian was stunned for a moment, stunned, and seemed to be unexpectedly surprised by this sudden qiē, and didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu hurriedly ran forward, wanting to open the sunny sky and avoid the danger that was about to be faced.

Bang! -- The wooden door was violently opened, and the force was extremely violent.

In the corner, at an extremely fast speed, a slender figure suddenly stood up, raised his fist, and smashed it into Song Qingtian's face......