In March in Toronto, everything is coming back to life, the snow that has permeated the winter is gradually melting, and the smell of Lake Ontario is gradually warming.

When the weather finally warms up, and when the temperature rises to 10 degrees Celsius for the first time, people step out of the house and gather around the park or on the paths to enjoy the spring day in twos and threes.

The bright sunlight poured overhead, warming almost the whole world.

Song Jing stood on the balcony with a cup of coffee, looking out from the window on the second floor, and there was already a crowd of people on the road. The children in the neighborhoods gathered to play football, and there was laughter on the lawn opposite.

She looked at it for a long time, but her delicate little face did not show the same smile as the child outside. There is always a deep sadness in the eyebrows and eyes.

"It's warm."

There was a rustling sound behind her, and she didn't even need to look back to know who the other party was after years of getting along.

So the action of drinking coffee paused slightly.

"Do you want to go down and have a walk?"

Song Jing finally turned around, listening to the gentle voice in his ears, his face softened slightly.

Behind her is a man in a wheelchair, compared to always hiding himself in the heating room in winter, Song Beilang's mood seems to be better at the beginning of spring. Now they even offer to go down and take a walk.

Song Jingjing smiled reluctantly, originally a little reluctant, but looking at the man's clear face, he finally nodded.

She had always known that she could not refuse any request from this man.

Wrapped in a coat, he took the initiative to push the wheelchair.

She seemed to be used to such movements, and she did not feel tired, but maintained her rhythm, as if she was walking, walking slowly on the path.

Having lived in Toronto for a long time, the land of maple leaves is naturally famous for its maple leaves. It's just that this season, the maple leaves are not yet red, and you can't see the fiery red. Even the landscape trees on both sides of the road are mostly dead branches.

Some buds are slowly blooming, and it looks like there is a little bit of vitality in the artistic conception.

Song Jing walked very slowly, and a group of children were playing on the football field next to her, so she simply pushed people over.

Through the iron fence, I looked at the children who were full of life inside.

"Smack." Suddenly, as soon as the two stopped, something rolled down at their feet, and Song Jingjing lowered his head, just in time to see the football rolling down from the side.

It's not in the stadium, it's the younger kids playing around.

Three or five people, chasing a ball and running in four times, often chasing for a long time but not even touching the ball.

"Sister, please help me kick the ball over."

Song Jing raised his eyebrows, bent down to pick up the football, but did not throw it over immediately, but handed it to the man next to him, "Brother, come on." ”

"That uncle doesn't have a foot to kick it......"

"He's obviously there, but he's sick."

The two children discussed softly at a distance of a few meters.

Although there is no mockery, the words are always unpleasant.

Song Beilang's face changed, his gentle face quickly sank, he threw the football out a little unhappily, put his hands on the wheelchair, and turned to leave.

But Song Jing stood behind him, his little face was full of determination, "Brother......"

"Go back."

He doesn't like to talk, this time it's very brief, he sits in a wheelchair all the year round, and his original sharpness has gradually been smoothed out, but his temperament is a little different from before, and it seems that he has become more ...... Moodiness.

Song Jing was patient and simply squatted beside him.

"Brother, you let me out."

She was a little aggrieved, "Didn't you like to play football before?" Now I'll give you the ball. ”

"Brother, let's try to get treated, maybe we will get better soon." Whatever you want to do when the time comes......"

"Shut up."

The man lost his patience, his brows furrowed into deep furrows, and then he quickly turned around and pushed his wheelchair forward.

And Song Jingjing could only stomp his feet to chase after him, and he had already arrived in front of him in a few steps, his little face was full of displeasure.

The corners of her mouth quirmed, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it after all.

The man in front of him moved faster and faster, staying in a wheelchair for a long time, even if he was not proficient, now the operation is becoming more and more familiar.

It didn't take long to reach the side of the road, where there were few cars and no sidewalks.

The man had a gloomy face, and walked forward without thinking......

Wheelchairs are so fast that they can't even stop at critical times.

And Song Beilang never thought that on the small road in front of his house, there would be a car that drove at speed......

When a sharp horn sounded, the parents who were taking care of the children quickly stopped the children and scolded them for not allowing them to go out on the road at will.

As for Song Beilang, who was still in the middle of the road, he stayed in place all of a sudden.

His hand fell on the wheelchair lever, but at this moment, he didn't know what to do......

The world seems to stand still.

Until the next moment, a powerful force came from behind, and someone pushed him hard, as if using all the strength of his body, so that he and the wheelchair quickly slid out towards the opposite side......

There was an exaggerated sound of brakes behind him.

Sharp, piercing.

Song Beilang clenched his fingers hard, and for a moment he almost didn't dare to look back, for fear that the moment he turned around, he would see the most frightening picture in his mind.

But eventually, a sharp quarrel drew his attention.

“****！”

Someone was yelling, and he turned sharply to see the girl sitting on the ground.

Song Jing was obviously a little frightened, and there was no blood on her small face, replaced by a pale face.

Even his fingers were trembling, and when the other party scolded angrily, he suddenly raised his little face, "You still curse when you hit someone?" Do you know the speed limit here? ”

The other party was a little stunned, as if he didn't expect Song Jing's fierceness.

She quickly patted the dust and stood up from the ground, looking like a fierce woman, pointing at the young man with yellow hair and reprimanding fiercely, "There are children next to you, are you looking for death so quickly?" You don't want to bring anyone else with you, okay! ”

Song Jingjing still cares about her image, even if she knows that many people are looking at her, she only cares about venting.

But she didn't notice that behind her, someone was staring intently in this direction, and it wasn't until she saw her full of anger and reasoning that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I took out my phone and made a call.

"Yes, Lawyer Zhang, I'm afraid I need to trouble you to come over and deal with it."

"Well, there was a little accident."

When the words fell, he hung up the phone, but the person slowly moved to the side.

Until he suddenly stretched out his hand and held the woman with a red face and a thick neck who was angry.

"Alright, let's go home first."

"The lawyer will be here soon, two of you."

？ He looked up at the other party indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

The yellow-haired young man was stunned, inexplicably a little confused.

He looked around, only to find that there were people all around, and even some children who were no more than his waist height were pointing at him.

Immediately a little angry, suddenly raised his chin and looked at the man in a wheelchair in front of him......

"She wasn't hurt at all! This is touching porcelain, you Chinese, you like to touch porcelain the most! ”

"Hello? There should be a degree of nonsense......"

Song Jing was angry, he really had never seen such an unreasonable person.

She wanted to say something, but her wrist was held, so she stiffened, and slowly lowered her eyes, "Brother." ”

The man didn't speak, but his eyes deepened little by little, like snow that had just melted in winter, cold and frightening, and when he suddenly spoke, his voice was colder than the cold weather in winter, as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water in an instant, from the head to the soles of his feet.

"The speed limit on this road is 4? Five hundred meters ahead is the camera, and the place you just passed through is about a meter, which is the intersection. There are speed measurements to take pictures. ”

"According to Canadian law, speeding and honking in a residential area and injuring a pedestrian is punishable by three days in prison or $2."

"Sir."

Before Song Beilang finished speaking, someone finally came in a hurry, and the police were still by his side.

"Sorry sir, I'm late."

"It's you, you hurt my young lady. We are now prosecuting traffic accidents and personal insults in accordance with the law. ”

The other party looked stunned, "Personality insult? ”

Lawyer Zhang nodded, with a serious look on his face, and after coughing lightly, he spoke seriously, "? Just ten minutes ago, you slandered my young lady for possibly touching porcelain. You must know that in China, such an act of touching porcelain is despicable! ”

"Okay, let's go to the bureau and talk about it."

Seeing that Song Beilang's face was already displeased, Lawyer Zhang quickly reacted and urged the police to take the person away.

On the other hand, the traffic police, who had not yet clarified the responsibility for the accident, were accessing the video, but they turned around and found that the other party had silently followed......

He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the others to go back with the footage.

Here, personality insults and racial discrimination are much more serious than speeding......

……

It only took half an hour to go out, and I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

Song Jing changed her shoes by the door, turned around and walked towards the room, "I'm going to change my clothes, I just got dirty." ”

"Hmm."

Song Beilang nodded, but his eyes kept looking in the direction she left.

……

In the room, Song Jing had just taken a shower, and when she fell to the ground, her clothes grinded open at the elbow. I changed into a lounge dress by the way.

It's lightweight, but it's also comfortable.

She pulled her hair up at random and searched around......

When Song Beilang opened the door, he saw such a scene.

The girl was bent over in the drawer, looking for something, half-kneeling on the floor, her hips cocked, and she was getting deeper and deeper because she couldn't find what she needed......

She happened to be wearing a skirt, and now looking in from Song Beilang's angle, she could vaguely see the white and slender legs, as well as ...... Something that shouldn't be seen.

"Ahem!"

He coughed lightly, and Song Jing reacted at this time.

At first, he was stunned, and then immediately realized how wrong his current posture was.

With an exclamation, he stood up almost reflexively. But I didn't expect that there was a cabinet above my head, and I accidentally bumped into it directly.

"Bang", she screamed again, and the whole person squatted directly on the ground because of the pain.

Song Beilang quickly approached, the wheelchair made a rustling sound on the floor, and after a few seconds, he stopped in front of her, frowning, "Why are you so careless." ”

"It's not because you...... Come in and don't knock. ”

Song Beilang, he didn't know that this girl only dressed like this after taking a bath and walked around the house, and she didn't pay attention to her image at all. But he also knew that the current situation was not suitable to blame her, so he only stretched out his hand, and spread his palm on the top of her head.

Knead it slowly.

His hand strength was very light, and he deliberately restrained his strength, kneading it on Song's delicate sore spots, which was also comfortable.

So he squatted obediently in front of him, holding his hands on his knees......

Like a poor kitten.

Song Beilang squinted, his black eyes were shining with a thin luster, and there was only Song Jing's delicate appearance in them.

From his point of view, he could just see the slender neck, in the faint light, the skin could be blown and broken, and the small blood vessels could almost be seen, and the whole person was squatting in front of him, without the slightest defense, and the small earlobes were congested and red because of the fright just now.

He couldn't help it, his fingers went down, and he touched the ......

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