Ten minutes later, when Zhao Cheng and the others walked out of the school again, they saw Zhao Yu and they each had a bunch of books in their hands.

Zhao Cheng walked in front with Song Qing in his arms, and Zhao Yu followed them with a book in one hand.

Zhang Ling and the brothers, holding books while carrying new clothes.

Although it feels a little heavy, you can see that they cherish it very much when they hold it carefully.

Seriously, it wasn't until they held the precious books in their hands that they believed that their brothers would not only not live on the streets after leaving their uncle's house, but would continue to study.

After walking out of the school, Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, which was not early at this time.

They've been out for a long time.

Seeing that it should be almost eleven o'clock now, Zhao Cheng looked down at Song Qing and asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

Song shook his head lightly.

"I don't, I don't know if my son is hungry?"

Zhao Cheng looked at his son after hearing this.

"Yu'er, are you hungry?"

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth twitched and glanced at his father.

Why do you feel that you are a bypass in your father's heart?

Zhao Yu waved his hand: "I'm not very hungry yet." ”

After hearing this, Song looked at the Zhang Ling brothers, "What about you?" Hungry? ”

Zhang Ling: "Madam, we weren't hungry either, we ate too much in the morning." ”

Zhang Ying nodded: "Me too." ”

Song couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

"Then let's go to the department store square first, buy them a school bag, since they are going to study tomorrow, how can they do without a school bag."

Zhao Cheng nodded after hearing this.

"Okay."

……

Walking on the sidewalk, Song despised Zhao Cheng who had been holding himself and couldn't help but ask.

"Are you tired, or let me down for a walk."

Zhao Cheng chuckled.

"Not tired."

Song Qing frowned: "But you've been hugging me for a long time." ”

Listening to Song Qing's words, Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but say a fact seriously.

"You're about the same weight as my previous Red Feather Sword."

The implication is that it will not be heavy to hold.

Song raised her eyes and glared at him, blushing away, looking away.

"Just hold it! Exhaust you, forget it. ”

Although the woman's voice is not polite, it sounds like a coquettish, soft.

Zhao Cheng's eyes fell on her neck, looking at the peach blossoms on it, and the arm holding her tightened a little.

This woman is his, and she is what he wants to carry with him in this life and death.

Only.

……

When they stood at the intersection, Zhao Cheng's family was going to cross the road.

However, they were just at the intersection when they saw a black car on the right rushing uncontrollably towards the sidewalk at the intersection on the left.

And there was a pregnant woman with a big belly standing at the intersection over there, and the other party may have seen it and wanted to dodge, but fell to the ground

The whole process was so fast that fast passers-by couldn't react.

Zhao Yu watched the car get out of control and rushed towards the pregnant woman standing there.

Too late to think about throwing your books on the ground? The next moment, others rushed over instantly, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yuren had already appeared in front of the car.

Transporting the internal force, Zhao Yu raised his hand and smashed his fist on the front of the car? The car was instantly dented by Zhao Yu's fist.

Vigorously? The speed of the car was blocked by Zhao Yu's strong internal force.

But even so, Zhao Yu was pushed back two steps by the car.

And Zhao Yu also used the power of the barrier to transport the internal force, and reached out against the black car that had not stopped.

Under the force, the car slowly stopped, and Zhao Yu's hand was a little painful because of his internal force.

Not only that, but the place where his hand was touching at this time was the same place where he smashed his fist and sank down? Where the break broke his hand? Blood stained his hands red in an instant.

The car stopped, but Zhao Yu still maintained the posture of refusal, and rested with his hands tightly on the front of the car.

Blood flowed from his white hands? Ticking and ticking on the concrete floor.

Zhao Yu was sweating at this time.

Or maybe that's because he didn't have time to charge up yet, and he only needed half of his strength to stop the car, so he used all his strength.

Seriously, it's been a long time since he's been so serious.

Who is this desperate character?

Propped up in the car? Zhao Yu tilted his head to look at the woman beside him who had been in a stunned state.

"I said you're okay?"

Hearing Zhao Yu's voice, the woman who fell to the ground came back to her senses from her fright.

She covered her stomach and propped herself up and rolled over and got up from the ground, but because of some pain in her stomach, she could only sit on the ground and couldn't get up.

The woman sat on the ground with one hand on her belly, and looked up at the child who had descended on her like a god.

It was this child who showed up and saved her, no, maybe the child in her womb.

What if there was no such child in front of her? Maybe the babies in her belly are dead now.

Although she didn't know how the boy appeared just now, the picture of the punch directly smashing the front of the car into a dent was still lingering in her mind at this time.

What's going on with this kid?

Did she meet the immortals?

Fairy, really good-looking.

Obviously, she looks very embarrassed now, but the woman feels that Zhao Yu's small figure is incomparably majestic at the moment.

Tick...... Tick......

There was a voice on the ground in her ears, and the woman raised her eyes to see the blood left on Zhao Yu's hand.

Seeing a scene like this? The woman burst into tears unconsciously.

"Kid? You okay? ”

"Your hands are bleeding."

Zhao Yu withdrew his hand from the car.

A glance at the black sedan he scrapped? Zhao Yu withdrew his gaze and looked down at his bleeding hand, and couldn't help frowning.

Don't say it, it feels like a thief hurts.

Zhao Yu was about to speak when he saw his father walking over with Song Qing in his arms.

Song Qing jumped directly from Zhao Cheng's arms before he arrived in front of Zhao Yu? Ignoring the pain of the call, he ran in front of Zhao Yu in a few steps.

The blood on Zhao Yu's hands is too eye-catching? Song Qingqing felt a feeling of blackness in front of his eyes just by looking at it.

"Yu'er, son." Song lightly grabbed his son's hand with a little trembling.

A lot of blood.

There was a lot of blood.

Song Qing, who had a heavy smell of blood, couldn't stop tears from pouring out.

The feeling of being stabbed in the heart hurts too much.

This is the feeling of being hurt in the child's body and in the mother's heart.

Zhao Yu's hands are full of blood? After Song Qing held her son's hand, her hand was instantly stained with her son's blood.

"Ambulance, ambulance, son, he's hurt."

"Why is there so much blood?"

Song Qing wanted to calm down, but looking at the blood on his son's hands and his own hands, he couldn't help it.

Zhao Yu looked up at the woman in front of him, this was his mother.

Is this what it feels like to be loved by your own mother?