Qing Xiran recalled the several streetside mourning halls she had seen along the way, and unconsciously began to calculate in her mind that the number of deaths in Xiangcheng Development Zone this month was a few more than last month.

She lived in the Xiangcheng Development Zone for nearly 8 years, and then served in the highest garrison of mental arithmetic for 10 years, and only returned to Xiangcheng in the last five years.

In the past five years, she does not say that she knows 100% of the death toll in the Xiangcheng Development Zone, but she still sees the general data in her eyes and keeps it in her heart, so that she can understand something.

And Qing Xiran goes to the cemetery in Xiangcheng every year to pay homage to the ancestors of the Qing family, and she can calculate how many new graves are added to a cemetery.

Based on the number of street mourning halls in the past five years, the number of new cemetery graves in the past 20 years, and various news at home and abroad.

Qing Xiran has long come to the conclusion that the number of natural and unnatural deaths in the Xiangcheng Development Zone has been increasing since four or five years ago.

And it is increasing in a trapezoidal fashion.

The first news about the existence of radiation began four or five years ago.

The intensity of radiation is linked to the increase in the number of deaths of humans, animals and plants.

Qing Xiran, whose face was snow-white, leaned on the telephone pole on the side of the road, looking at the gate of the kindergarten, and a virtual abacus was rapidly moving in his mind.

The abacus beads exceeded the speed of manual and naked eye imagination, quickly floating up and down, and after a string of data was rapidly transformed, the data in Qing Xiran's mind was constantly changing.

She began to have a severe headache, then watched as the kindergarten gate was opened, and followed the rest of the parents into the kindergarten.

"Yes."

A flattering female voice sounded.

Qing Xiran raised her hand and pulled her black shawl long hair, and turned her head to look at it.

It was Peng Yuanying, wearing a short purple mink coat, a black leather skirt, and black silk in winter, stepping on a pair of expensive boots, and getting off a supercar.

She has burgundy hair, her fingernails rubbed with fuchsia nail polish, and she is over 40 years old, but she looks like a young girl in her twenties and thirties.

"Da-da-da-da."

Peng Yuanying stepped on the high heel of her boots and came to Qing Xiran, and said affectionately:

"Great, I'm not late, am I? Let's go, let's pick them up one by one. ”

Qing Xiran didn't move, looked at Peng Yuanying coldly, and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"Look at you."

Peng Yuanying, who was wearing smoky makeup, looked at Qing Xiran with a strange expression, stretched out her fingers, and wanted to nod Qing Xiran's forehead, but she was quickly dodged.

Peng Yuanying didn't mind, and said angrily:

"How can I say that I am also Yiyi's grandmother, why can't I come to pick her up? However, you have worked hard to take care of your children in the past few years, and you will hand them over to me to pick them up one by one in the future, and you should go out and live your own life. ”

When she said this, not only did she not make Qing Xiran feel relaxed, but a strong vigilance rose in her heart.

This must be a weasel giving a New Year's greeting to a chicken, uneasy and kind.

What kind of person is Peng Yuanying, Shui Miao pretends not to know, but Qing Xiran doesn't know?

Peng Yuanying wanted Qing Xiran and Qing Yi to enter the security zone one by one, because entering the security zone not only required a pass, but also required Qing Xiran and Qing Yi to sign some formalities and transfer documents on the contract one by one.

Previously, Peng Yuanying didn't say anything about picking up and dropping off kindergartens to Qing Yiyi, but she didn't bother to take a look, for fear that Qing Xiran and Qing Yi would share Shui Miao's family property one by one.

Now there are theories about the harmfulness of radiation everywhere in society, Peng Yuanying sharpened her head and wanted to get herself and Li Xiaoxing into the safe zone, she wanted Qing Xiran and Qing to take the initiative to transfer the quota one by one, and she must have asked to come to Qing Xiran.

At the gate of the kindergarten, the parents were almost inside, Qing Xiran did not move, pursed her lips, looked at Peng Yuanying and frowned:

"No need, Yiyi's grandmother has passed away in a car accident a long time ago, and my daughter is not used to walking with strangers."

Looking back, Qing Xiran wants to explain to the head teacher, in the future, Qing Yiyi can't let anyone pick him up, this Peng Yuanying is too terrifying, Shui Miao's front foot just ate a closed door, Peng Yuanying immediately arrived at Qing Yiyi's kindergarten on the back foot.

If it weren't for Qing Xiran who had been guarding the door of the kindergarten today, Peng Yuanying entered the kindergarten first, directly pretended to be Qing Yiyi's grandmother, and picked them up one by one, the consequences can be imagined.

It won't be good.

"That's not right for you to say that."

Peng Yuanying's beautiful face suddenly showed a sad and sad expression, her eyes were red and she looked at Qing Xiran, and she wanted to cry:

"I know that for so many years, you have never been able to accept the fact that I am with your father, but of course, Aunt Peng has always regarded you as her own daughter, and she really wants to be good to you and Yiyi, because we are a family, not strangers."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those around her to hear it clearly.

In addition, her original appearance is very high, and she is also dressed like a noblewoman, Qing Xiran is also very good-looking, with a quiet and indifferent temperament, and the two of them standing together is a remarkable landscape.

Several people stopped in front of Qing Xiran and Peng Yuanying, looking at Qing Xiran with some condemnation.

Peng Yuanying's words are enough to make up a family ethics drama for people who don't know the truth.

Feelings: This is a drama in which the daughter does not want to see her stepmother, but the stepmother has always worked hard and resented her stepdaughter.

It seems that this stepmother is bitter enough, Baba came to pick up her stepdaughter's child from school, but she was blocked at the kindergarten door and was treated with cynicism by her stepdaughter.

It's this stepdaughter who has gone a little too far.

Qing Xiran's eyes flashed with a fierce color, glanced at the melon-eating crowd around her, and then said to Peng Yuanying:

"Put away your compromised, the more you are like this, the less I will consider transferring the quota to you, and don't let me find out that you are close to my daughter in the future, and dare to pick her up again, I will transfer the quota to the beggar on the street, and I will not give it to you."

She knew what Peng Yuanying really wanted, so Qing Xiran deliberately said such things to hang Peng Yuanying.

Now that Qing Xiran and Qing Yiyi's passes have not been reissued, it is not appropriate for Peng Yuanying to know prematurely that the passes in her hands have actually been invalidated.

Otherwise, who can guarantee that Peng Yuanying's dog jumped off the wall in a hurry and would not do something to Qing Yiyi one by one?

After speaking, Qing Xiran turned around and entered the school gate, pointed to Peng Yuanying behind him to Grandpa Zhang, who was guarding the door at the school gate, and explained:

"She's not my daughter's grandmother, don't let her in."

Grandpa Zhang nodded, looked at Peng Yuanying very vigilantly, tightened the baton in his hand, and blocked Peng Yuanying, who was about to follow the gate of the kindergarten.

He has been a doorman in the kindergarten for several years, and there are hundreds of parents in the kindergarten, not to mention that they all know each other, but most of them still know each other.

Especially Qing Xiran, a parent who looks outstanding and exudes intellectual temperament, is the kind that people won't forget at a glance.