Looking at Yueyue who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Song Miaomiao slowly exhaled a breath, as if the stone that had been pressed in her heart for a day had finally fallen to the ground.

She looked back and unexpectedly fell into a dark and indifferent pupil, which lit up the moment she saw her turn back, like a meager candle light in the dark night.

She pursed her lips and tried to suppress the strangeness in her heart, and her eyes were a little evasive: "How is that child?" ”

It didn't take her too many words to know what she wanted to ask next.

"It's not a big deal, although it hurt his head, but he blocked it with his hand halfway, so the injury was not as serious as he imagined, and most of the blood stains on the ground were on his hands."

"Even if the injury is not as serious as imagined, the attitude of the other party's parents is not like they can let us go so easily, how did they settle it in the end?" Her last impression was that a tidal wave of voices flooded into her mind from all directions.

His eyes flashed, and he glanced at Yueyue who was asleep, the last sentence of the village elder that Yueyue would not be allowed to enter Xingcun in the future made him unconsciously clench his hands, it was not the fault of this child who was only a few years old, but in the end, all the evil consequences were borne by her.

The hostility of this village and even the whole society towards Yuming Village is beyond his imagination, but no one has thought that Yueyue, who was born in Yuming Village, is also a victim, and she can't choose her own parents, not to mention that the current situation of Yuming Village is also based on false rumors and eventually evolved like this, what is the real situation, and no one who has never been there has no right to speak.

After thinking for a long time, Ning Jian said lightly: "Don't worry, there's nothing to do, it's all taken care of." ”

There is subtle tenderness in the voice.

Song Miaomiao looked at him for a while, didn't find any concealment on his face, blinked, and suddenly smiled at him, before he could capture the meaning of this smile, he saw her eyes leaning over and kissing the sleeping girl on the bed on the forehead.

If she knew that something like that would happen later, she thought that even if she stayed up all night, she would keep watching Yueyue until dawn, but there are not so many ifs in this world.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into the room in the morning, Song Miaomiao's biological clock moved her eyelids, and her right hand habitually groped for a circle of familiar small meat balls beside her, but after touching it up and down, left and right to no avail, Song Miaomiao finally woke up, sat up and looked around.

Where is Yueyue's figure?

She panicked inexplicably, and after waking up Gu Jiayin, who was sleeping next to her, she pushed the door out after getting dressed in three or two clicks.

A heart-deep cool breeze poured in along Song Miaomiao's half-open wooden door, blowing Gu Jiayin, who was still a little confused in the room, awake.

"Er Miao, what's wrong?" Gu Jiayin asked.

"I didn't see Yueyue."

"Didn't she always get up before us?"

"But after yesterday's incident, as long as I can't see her, I panic."

The girl pulled her coat against the wind, which had just fitted properly, but now it looked like a wide coat enveloped her, making her so delicate and haggard.

Gu Jiayin frowned, approaching Song Miaomiao, who was leaning against the wooden door at the door.

With a sad face: "Er Miao, have you been too reluctant to force yourself this time, are you too concerned about Yueyue?" ”

Song Miaomiao was stunned, and didn't seem to understand the other party's meaning too much.

"Look at you, you have lost thirty or forty pounds in just a few months, and your face is getting worse day by day, I'm really afraid that when you won't be able to hold back and fall ill, you worry about Yueyue's affairs, and I'm worried about her, but you are about to fall ill before we do anything for her now, if something really happens in the future, who should Yueyue rely on?"

Song Miaomiao's lips squirmed twice, but she didn't say anything, and nodded silently.

Gu Jiayin looked at Song Miaomiao, who was still vigorous a few days ago, but now she was like a vegetarian, and she felt indescribably bitter in her heart.