The harmony of the village chief and cadres did not seem to make the situation better, on the contrary, it developed in a worse direction, and some people even spoke out to ask Song Miaomiao and his party to go back to Taocun, Xingcun did not welcome people like them who might be infected with the virus in Yuming Village.

The few people who came with Taocun all blackened their faces, and a good welcome banquet was unhappily dispersed, if it weren't for the fact that it was a whole day away from Taocun, several people would get up and go back to the village now.

Song Miaomiao didn't know how she went back, and when she woke up from the dream of endless accusations and abuse, a thin layer of cold sweat had already formed on her body.

As soon as she wanted to get up, the dull pain in her left shoulder shook her spirit, and she gasped.

The man with his head on the side of the bed was awakened by the faint cry on the bed, he opened his eyes nervously and helped the weak child on the bed up, looking at her increasingly pale little face and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Once upon a time, Song Erfat, who was a burly man with a fierce face, became a gentle, quiet, playful, and lovely child who thinks about others everywhere, when did it start to change, was it the night she was drunk, or was it the phone call that Ning Lian called her earlier.

On the phone, her voice was cool and resolute, she said: "You don't care about me now, and you can't afford to climb me in the future." ”

Whether this was said to Ning Lian, or to him at that time, he had no way of knowing the answer.

Song Miaomiao didn't have time to feel the ambiguous atmosphere of the two being alone, and she panicked like a green snake spitting letters, which made her feel cold in her heart.

She pulled Ning Jian, who was still stunned beside her, and asked urgently: "Where is Yueyue, where is Yueyue, what time is it?" What happened and what happened in the end......"

A series of questions fermented in my mind, and the last clear question took the top: where is Yueyue.

Ning Jianhui held Song Miaomiao's little hand that had slept for a long time but was still cold, and the delicate and soft touch made his heart tremble lightly.

"Don't worry, she's fine, Gu Jiayin and Jiang Jingnan are with her."

Song Miaomiao heard this, the boulder hanging high in her heart slowly fell, and she muttered in her mouth: "That's good, that's good." ”

As he spoke, he wanted to get up with Ning Jian's support.

Ning Jian avoided her injured left shoulder and carefully dragged her out of bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the child galloped away like a wild horse off the leash, and if he hadn't stumbled halfway, he would have wondered if she had pretended to be sick just now.

After looking for a few rooms, I finally found Yueyue on the kitchen fire bench with her head tilted and her legs holding her legs staring intently at the burning firewood.

Song Miaomiao gasped, gestured to stop Gu Jiayin Jiang Jingnan's surprise greeting, and walked lightly to Yueyue's side and sat down.

Yueyue was completely immersed in her own world, and she didn't notice that there was suddenly another person around her.

When Ning Jian came in, she just saw Yueyue turning her head sideways, and looked at Song Miaomiao in front of her in surprise who was smiling gently at her, her big eyes flashed with the bright light that had been dark for a long time and finally found the light, and the childlike smile that belonged to the child instantly climbed onto her small and lovely face.

Her sweet voice swirled in everyone's ears.

"Sister Miao!"

Song Miaomiao suddenly felt a sour nose, her eyes were slightly moist, and her stomach full of questions and reproaches was swept away, leaving only distress and pity.

She reached out and grabbed Yueyue's thin shoulder, and her left arm pulled the injury of her left shoulder for no reason, she grinned in pain but endured it without making a sound, and Gu Jiayin, who was on the side, had a shoulder pain.

"Yueyue, are you hungry, do you want to eat, Sister Miao will make you your favorite pumpkin pie, okay?" Song Miaomiao.

"Good!"

Gu Jiayin: "There are no ingredients, let's make them tomorrow when we go back to Taocun." ”

Song Miaomiao "......"

Yueyue pouted: "......"