Song Ja'an's words amused the adoptive parents.

In the past few days since she left Kyoto, she has gradually learned to forget the things between Yan Jin and Lu Ning.

After she doesn't think about this matter at all, does it mean that she can face it calmly?

"An An, what are you thinking, you are thinking so distractedly."

Zhang Bimei was about to go out when she found that her daughter was still staying motionless on the sofa, so she reminded.

"It's nothing, Dad, Mom, we're going to eat soon, I'm hungry."

Song Ci'an got up and grabbed the arms of his adoptive parents with his left and right hands, and the three of them walked out of the homestay together.

Before they knew it, they had been in Yixi for almost a week.

During the period, it was fishing and mountain climbing, and there were new arrangements every day.

This also made Song Ja'an more and more relaxed.

She was in a good mood that day, and went to the market to buy a few bouquets of flowers that had just been picked by the flower farmers.

She was going to take it back and put it in an empty vase in her bedroom, staring intently at the flowers in her hand.

Unaware of the speeding car coming towards her.

At this time, there were few people walking on the road, and the other party deliberately did not honk the horn.

By the time Song Ci'an realized it, it was already too late.

The car was getting closer and closer to her, just one step away.

Soon, the huge impact knocked her away, and the moment she landed, Song Ci'an rolled around a few times, and slammed her head against the wall.

A pain hit his heart, and Song Ci'an felt that the bones in his body had been crushed.

The blow to the head was even more painful.

The original blue dress had been stained with blood, and all the flowers that had been holding in her hand a minute ago were scattered around.

Song Ja'an's breath became weaker and weaker, and the only supporting nerve was completely broken at this moment.

She closed her eyes palely...

Zhang Bimei seemed to feel something, and her heart throbbed suddenly.

The cup in his hand slipped uncontrollably and shattered on the floor.

Zhuang Jun, who heard the movement in the kitchen, hurriedly ran out.

"What's wrong?"

"No... It's okay, it's just a little flustered all of a sudden. ”

Zhang Bimei bent down to clean up the glass shards, but unexpectedly, a sharp splinter pierced her finger.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Zhuang Jun was frightened and hurriedly pulled his wife to the sofa.

I found a medicine kit to treat the wound first, and then brought a broom to clean the glass shards on the ground.

Zhang Bimei muttered quietly.

"Why did An An go so he hasn't come back yet, it can't be that something happened."

She became uneasy, always feeling that something had happened to Song Ja'an.

"Phew... How could An An have an accident, don't think nonsense. ”

Zhuang Jun hurriedly comforted his wife to dispel this idea.

However, an hour passed, and Song Ja-an still did not return.

Zhuang Jun couldn't sit still and wanted to go out to find someone.

Zhang Bimei also followed.

"I'll go with you."

Zhuang Jun nodded, and went out with his wife to find someone.

Just as the two of them walked near the market, they saw a lot of people gathered in front of them.

Zhuang Jun curiously pulled a passer-by and asked.

"Young man, what's going on in front of you, so many people are around?"

"I don't know, I heard that there was a car accident there, and a little girl was hit by a car."

Passers-by patiently responded to Zhuang Jun's questions.

When they heard the other party mention the word little girl, Zhuang Jun and his wife looked nervous.

They all looked at each other, and Zhang Bimei approached the scene step by step with suspicion.

The person was probably taken to the hospital, but the blood stains all over the ground still made people shudder.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, a pair of sandals not far away pierced Zhang Bimei's pupils.

She almost fell to her knees without standing firmly, but fortunately Zhuang Jun helped her in time.