Chapter 8 Cutting Constantly, Thousands of Sorrows

"......" Song Fusheng was even more confused.

It was the first time that Song Fucheng was so old that he had met a girl crying, and he kept crying. "Shen Qingjia, why are you crying again? Don't cry. I'll buy you chocolates then, okay? ”

Shen Qingjia was still crying.

"......" Song Fusheng judged that he couldn't get any effective information from Shen Qingjia's mouth now, and the only reliable choice was to go back to Lotus Slope and ask Hua Bijin what was going on.

Shen Qingjia staggered, and his steps were not very steady. Song Fusheng struggled for a long time, and finally decided to carry Shen Qingjia on his shoulders.

"Song, Song Fusheng?" Shen Qingjia immediately stopped crying.

"It's more efficient." Song Fusheng said expressionlessly. But the roots of his ears were quietly red.

The tears on Shen Qingjia's face hadn't dried yet. She only felt that her heart was beating a little hard and that it was a little difficult to breathe. "I lost my ring." This sentence was like a jack pressing down on her heart.

"I'll find out." Song Fusheng said softly.

Arrived at the Lotus Slope. Song Fusheng put Shen Qingjia down, and he walked straight to Hua Bijin's side. "Where did you drop your ring?"

Shen Qingjia had already trotted over. "It's like a brocade. I'm really sorry. Shen Qingjia began to look down.

"Did it fall here? Was it the Cartier ring that your dad bought you? Even if Hua Bijin didn't take care of herself, Song Fusheng was not angry. He also looked for it with Shen Qingjia.

"Forget it. I've been looking for it several times. I guess I can't find it. Hua Bijin's voice was cold.

"I'll help you find it. I'll definitely find it. Shen Qingjia didn't cry this time. Although her heart had long since cried into a sea. She didn't really know if she could find it, but she had no other choice, she had to find it. After all, she couldn't afford to lose such a valuable ring.

"Forget it. Shen Qingjia. You didn't mean to, either. The tone of the flower was still not very happy. Today is a terrible day. It's just terrible.

"Brocade. I'm really sorry. Trust me, I'll find it. Shen Qingjia held back her tears and showed a strong smile.

"Flowers. It's almost noon. We have to go back to lunch. Come back in the afternoon. Besides, Shen Zhishi is still waiting for us below, his foot is injured, and he has to go back to clean and bandage it. Song Fusheng glanced at his watch, it was already eleven forty-five. Twelve o'clock at noon is the standard lunch time for the three of them. It's better to go back early before bigger trouble comes.

"I'm going to school after lunch." Hua Bijin said. "Qingjia. It's okay. If you can't find it, forget it. Hua Rujin walked up to Shen Qingjia and said. Don't look for it, let's go and see the time. I don't blame you, really. What Hua Bijin said was indeed true, she was really unhappy just now, after all, it was a birthday gift from her father. If she didn't take it off, she wouldn't lose it, so she couldn't blame Shen Qingjia, she could only blame herself for being unlucky.

"Brocade. I'll definitely find it. You can rest assured. Shen Qingjia said.

"Let's go down first."

Shen Qingjia put everything away, put the garbage into a bag, and carried it down together.

Shen Zhishi really obediently waited for his brothers and sisters to come down.

As soon as he saw Shen Zhishi, he immediately rushed over. She crouched down and asked if his feet were better now. Completely forgot about the bad thing that happened to me. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm a little man, I'm not afraid of anything. "Shen Zhishi is very sensible." Sister? What happened to you? Shen Zhishi saw Shen Qingjia's melancholy face and felt that things were not good.

"Your sister is worried about you." Song Fusheng answered first.

Everyone was silent.

"When I carry Shen Zhi, you follow me slowly. The ridge is very narrow, so be careful not to fall into the field. Song Fusheng said.

"Okay. I'm sorry for you. Shen Qingjia's voice was as light as a feather.

The four of them slowly walked in the direction of home, each with their own concerns.