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At that time, Song Qingchun, standing in front of the large canvas, completely ignored the colorful paints on her hands and face, and was painting with great interest, and then a motorcycle passed by her side, and at the same time, the person on the motorcycle also grabbed her bag.

The speed of the motorcycle was very fast, and when she pulled her bag, she fell to the ground with such force that she fell to the ground.

The pain in her heart almost made her faint.

By the time she had recovered herself, she was already sitting on a rest chair about a hundred meters away from the square, and the bag she had seen snatched was quietly placed on her lap.

Song Qingchun was completely stunned, and she blinked her eyes several times before she was sure that she was not mistaken.

She had just fallen to the ground and her bag had been snatched away...... What the hell is going on?

Song Qingchun raised his head in confusion and looked around.

In a foreign country, people come and go, I don't know how many groups of unfamiliar faces have changed around her from the moment of her accident to the present, and now the people who pass by her all look completely unaware of the dangerous episode she just encountered.

Song Qingchun came back to her senses, got up from the rest chair, and was about to leave, when an old Japanese lady asked her with a smile in Japanese: "Miss, are you okay?" ”

Song Qingchun had learned some Japanese and could understand the meaning of the old lady's words, she shook her head slightly, said "It's okay" in the Japanese she didn't know much, and then thanked her again.

"It's okay...... You're also lucky that the bag that was snatched away can be recovered...... That man, that's amazing...... He brought you here to rest......"

Song Qingchun's Japanese is really not that good, the old lady said a long paragraph, but she only barely understood such a little content.

However, Song Qingchun also understood what the old lady wanted to express, her bag was chased back by a man, and she was also held by the man in this rest chair, the man was very enthusiastic and helped her buy medicine......

Medicine...... Although Song Qingchun didn't understand what the old lady said when she pointed to her bag, she still opened her bag subconsciously when the word "medicine" flashed in her mind, and then saw a bottle of ointment from the bag.

Song Qingchun took out the ointment, and the old lady immediately nodded and said a long list of words in Japanese.

Just like just now, Song Qingchun still didn't fully understand, but from those words, he guessed half of the meaning expressed by the old lady, probably besides, the man squatted in front of her, wiped the medicine on her wound, and left......

Song Qingchun wanted to ask some questions in Japanese, but she didn't know how to express it in Japanese, so she changed to English, but the old lady didn't understand English, looked at her and shook her head blankly, and finally someone called her in the distance, and the old lady said "goodbye" to her amicably, and left.

Song Qingchun, who was injured in the fall, did not continue to shop, and returned to the hotel early.

Fortunately, the abrasion wound, although it hurt at the time, was not serious.

After applying the ointment, it was well quickly, and although it was still faintly sore the next day, most of it had already scabbed.

When the scabs on Song Qingchun's body automatically fell off completely after seven days, she also got on a plane to Beijing.