"Sister Miao, look at you, I folded a thousand paper cranes." A girl of about five or six years old, with a pigtail on each side of her head, ran up and swayed from side to side, and her small, dark little hand held a "thousand paper cranes" that were crooked and twisted and could not distinguish the original shape, and ran far away.

Song Miaomiao, who was still busy, hurriedly squatted down and steadily caught the girl who rushed to run, and after picking off the dead leaves on her head that had stuck somewhere, she took the "thousand paper cranes" in her hand with a smile.

glanced at the "Thousand Paper Cranes" and then looked down at the girl with an expectant face, her eyes turned slightly, she groaned slightly, and said: "It's so vivid, I really think it's a crane flying from nine days away, our little hands are really clever." ”

Yueyue's big eyes as black as glass flashed twice, and then the corners of her mouth rose high, and she slammed into Song Miaomiao's arms, and said sweetly: "Sister Miao, Yueyue has origami cranes every day, and she makes wishes to paper cranes every day, when do you say Grandma's illness will get better." ”

Song Miaomiao hugged Yueyue's hand slightly stiff, chuckled and nodded the girl's small nose, and said softly: "Thousands of paper cranes and thousands of paper cranes, just to stack a thousand and then make a wish to the fairy sister, so that the fairy sister can help our Yueyue realize her wish, how many of our Yueyue have folded now." ”

Yueyue pouted and raised her head from Song Miaomiao's arms, her two thin black and slender arms firmly hooked Song Miaomiao's neck, and said sullenly: "I only folded ten, and the ones that were stacked before were too ugly, I was afraid that the fairy sister would not like not help Yueyue realize her wishes, so Yueyue dismantled them and refolded them." ”

Song Miaomiao responded with a smile, and lifted her center of gravity and picked Yueyue up from the ground without much effort.

may have squatted for too long or got up too quickly, Song Miaomiao's figure holding Yueyue shook slightly, and Gu Jiayin, who was not far away, was so shocked that she hurriedly put down the things in her hand, and ran forward in three or two steps to take Yueyue in her hand.

Looking at Song Miaomiao, who was pale, with a worried face, she said, "Er Miao, you can take a rest, you have been working hard recently." ”

They have been coming to Taocun for more than two months, the environment is indeed worse than imagined, the workload is increasing day by day, the first month of the first month is because of various discomfort and environmental factors and other factors, a large number of people have returned home, and the last 52 people left behind are more or less haggard a lot, among which Song Miaomiao is the worst, and she lost 34 pounds in just one hundred days.

In my impression, the chubby girl who is like a mountain can be so beautiful when she loses weight, and she has been a classmate for more than four years, and she only gets along for two or three months, but it makes her realize that she is new and different.

Song Miaomiao, who is always cowering in the shadows of the crowd and always using loud shouts and angry emotions to let others know her, turned out to be slimmed down, quiet, and worked hard to be so attractive.

may be because her negative behavior has left too deep traces in people's minds, so that few people pay attention to her appearance, or it may be that she is extremely fat, so people are more reluctant to take a closer look at her facial features.

Dan's lips are bright on the outside, his teeth are fresh on the inside, his eyes are bright, his skin is as white as snow, and there will be a faint dimple on his left cheek when she laughs.

"What's the fuss?" There was a violent shiver on the head, which was not painful or itchy, but it brought Gu Jiayin back to his senses in thought.

"You have been looking bad lately, and tomorrow is going to be winter, you have to pay more attention to your body, and no one can take care of you when you have a cold or illness." Gu Jiayin's faint words contained a lot of worry, she was really afraid that Song Miaomiao would not be able to bear it, not mentally but physically.

Song Miaomiao picked up a withered branch in her mouth out of nowhere, and from time to time teasing Yueyue, who was lying on Gu Jiayin's shoulder, and said vaguely: "I know, I know, Sister Gu, the level of your nagging is about to catch up with Director Ji, you are afraid that you are her direct disciple, and she has a single lineage." ”

Gu Jiayin snorted lightly and shook her head helplessly.