One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 110 Jun Tongyue

At this moment, the little girl only thinks this name sounds good, or as long as it belongs to her, she thinks it sounds good.

The joy in the corner of her eyes couldn't be concealed at this moment, and she lowered her head and whispered softly.

"Jun Tongyue..."

Then, in the voice of Yan Qingzhi's crusade against his younger brother, he answered himself in a low voice.

"Hey……"

The two over there didn't notice her little joy at all.

Yan Qingzhi, who had been stealing the limelight just after he started, was a little dissatisfied, and looked at Yan Qingzhu with displeasure in his eyes.

"This word is clearly what I thought of it!"

Yan Qingzhu looked innocent.

"Aren't you implying that I'm going to give her this name? I'm just speaking your mind!"

Yan Qingzhi:  …

Okay, this flattery!
Yes indeed!
Seeing that Yan Qingzhi's face softened, Yan Qingzhu immediately answered.

"Of course, if your bottom line is too high to accept such superficial flattery, just pretend I didn't say it!"

Yan Qingzhi:  …

Nima, a good person with a long mouth!

"Yan Qingzhu, I think you were beaten up!"

Saying that, Yan Qingzhi patted his younger brother's head. Yan Qingzhu instantly regained his previous seriousness, crooked his body to avoid the slap, and by the way raised his hand to hold down his elder sister's arm, and the two immediately made trouble. in one piece.

The little girl was attracted by their voices, and she couldn't help laughing as she watched the two of them play a boring and childish joke and felt the pleasant atmosphere of the two.

Just as Yan Qingzhu touched the charcoal ash on the ground and wiped it on Yan Qingzhi's face, Yan Qingzhi also stretched out his hand and wiped a smear on the smirking little girl beside him.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and reached out and wiped off the black hand. She should have been angry, but she felt as if she was also involved in it, and she laughed even more stupidly.

The light of a little firefly has risen around, and there are occasional sounds of beasts around, but this can't dispel the simple happiness brought by childishness.

Time passed bit by bit, and it didn't take long for Yan Qingzhu to rest.

Now that she is wandering outside, she doesn't pay much attention to it, but Yan Qingzhi still asked the little girl to watch the night with her and rest with her.

Yan Qingzhu has no objection, and he is also afraid that there will be something unclear in the future. Besides, even without this child, he and Yan Qingzhi have always come here!
It's close to the official road, and it's not winter. It's unlikely that wild animals will come here. Yan Qingzhi checked the surroundings carefully before taking a break, so he was relieved that Yan Qingzhu was staying here.

Next to the official road in the early morning, there were very few quiet insects, only the sounds of some small animals and various insects that came out to forage in the dark.

Yan Qingzhu has a dual purpose. While flipping through the book in his hand, he is also paying attention to the nearby situation.

Suddenly, a child's cry came from not far away, the sound was really strange, and immediately made Yan Qingzhu shiver.

At the same time, the one who reacted faster than him was Yan Qingzhi in the tent.

Although she was resting, she was only in a light sleep. She could get up immediately when she heard the sound, and the long knife was beside her. If Yan Qingzhu had an accident, she could cut open the tent and go out instantly.

Hearing Yan Qingzhi's movement, Yan Qingzhu realized that the voice just now was not his hallucinations.

And the crying didn't stop, it was still intermittent.

Yan Qingzhu knew it in his heart and looked in the direction of the tent. He couldn't go there directly. He had to wait for the two girls inside to go forward before it was convenient.

Soon, Yan Qingzhi's tired, yet gentle voice came from the tent.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The weak cry did not change because of Yan Qingzhi's timely relief, and even became more and more intense as the little girl fell into a deeper nightmare.

Only then did Yan Qingzhu put away the book, walked over and opened the tent curtain and looked inside.

The flames penetrated into the tent, and Yan Qingzhi was kneeling beside the little girl, patting the other's huddled body lightly with her hands.

The child was crying and trembling all over, she was terrified, and whispered, "Dad, wait for me...help...Dad...I'm afraid..."

Her father was gone, even though Meng Yufeng covered her eyes when the corpse appeared, the indistinct bright red flashed in front of her eyes, but the damage was already deep inadvertently. deeply imprinted in the heart.

The more obedient and sensible she behaves during the day, the less she has a place to vent those fears in her heart.

This kind of emotion is backlogged in the heart, and it is difficult not to go wrong.

Yan Qingzhi coaxed for a while, and it was obvious that it had no effect. She glanced at Yan Qingzhu who came in, and said weakly.

"Why don't you pretend to be her father!"

Yan Qingzhu instantly refused.

"What nonsense, how old am I!"

Even if it is the real mental age, he is only ten years older than the little girl!Pretending to be someone else's father!
Yan Qingzhi didn't know what to do, and was a little anxious.

"In such a normal situation, psychological counseling is required. When I heard that she was abducted, she saw two children being beaten to death with her own eyes. Now that she has experienced this again, she may leave a psychological barrier in the future!"

Yan Qingzhu listened to his elder sister's worries and had no other choice.

"Half-off is more scary than doing nothing, just let it take its course, time will heal everything!"

Yan Qingzhi sighed, like hugging a child, hugging the little girl who was shrunk into a ball, shaking and patting, trying to comfort her.

This seemed to really have an effect. The little girl seemed to wake up in a daze, but soon fell asleep crying again.

Yan Qingzhi's hug is not over, as long as she lets go, the child will cry even more, she can only sit like this, sleepy to death, chatting with Yan Qingzhu, and by the way I hummed to the little girl a song that their mother used to coax them to sleep when they were children.

The little girl cried and groaned for a long time, and finally calmed down...

Yan Qingzhi was tired and sleepy after tossing around all afternoon. After a while, she sat there and dozed off, but after shaking a few times, the wound on the back of her neck collapsed, making her hurt so badly, thinking about waiting for tomorrow When the child woke up, she must persuade her well.

It's just a pity that although she didn't have a good rest that night, when she woke up in the morning, the little girl still developed a high fever.

The disease came so fast that Yan Qingzhi still had no effect after giving her medicine, so she could only pack her things hastily, and rode her black donkey all the way to the nearest village and town.

This run lasted until the afternoon, and Yan Qingzhi's eyes were sunken.

They did not see the big city, but settled in a village.Fortunately, there was also a village doctor in the village who prescribed medicine to the girl with high fever, and kindly let the three of them stay at home.

(End of this chapter)