Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 321

Nurse Yao left, but Yan Qiying was relieved.

The little girl is young and beautiful, and it is impossible to say that a normal man is not attracted to her.

It's just that he always looks like he is smiling, but he has actually been a little cold and cold in this respect since he was a child.

In the words of his ex-wife, Yan Qiying, you are more lingering in reading medical records than me, so live your life with your scalpel in your arms.

Yan Qiying didn't find it harsh either.

He was a medical madman.

Rather than talking about love, it is better to spend more time studying intractable diseases.

From this point of view, Si Nian seemed to be carved out of the same mold as him.

Perhaps this is the origin of the family, Yan Qiying thought as he stroked his chin.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with Nurse Yao?" Yan Qiying couldn't help asking.

Yan Sinian looked away, "It's nothing, I'll go get busy first."

Just an ordinary mortal.

Looking at her son's indifferent figure, Yan Qiying sighed once again for the wonder of genes, and felt a little proud.

Ordinary people might still worry that the child's appearance is too weird, maybe they should ask a psychiatrist to take a good look.

Yan Qiying smiled slightly.

As expected of his son, he really is the blue one.

Zhuancheng No. [-] Primary School, after school.

Yue Qingqing learned her lesson this time, first went home with a few friends, and then went out from home.

Fully eliminated the possibility of the little tail following behind.

It's just that she was walking on the road as a child, so it was inevitable that she would be stopped and questioned.

"Little girl, are you lost, where is your adult?"

Yue Qingqing could only explain over and over again that her family knew she was coming out.

I will still be told, "Be careful, go home early, I heard that human traffickers have appeared recently."

If Jia Feifei heard this, she would definitely scoff.

Traffickers?Do traffickers dare to abduct fairies?

Yes, the same as Yue Xiaohu who was tortured by martial arts dramas back then.

Jia Feifei, who has been fascinated by "Seven Fairies" and "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" recently, firmly believes that Yue Qingqing is the fairy who came down to the world to escape the catastrophe.

And she, the chosen mortal (and most likely the protagonist), has the responsibility and obligation to keep the secret.

Even Lan Li usually kept nagging in her daughter's ear, telling her not to get too close to those children.

Jia Feifei also went in the left ear and out the right ear.

Humph, foolish lords, you know nothing of the power of fairies.

The conductor of the bus announced the stop all the way.

"Pingjiang Road is here."

Yue Qingqing got off the car.

"No. 13 Pingjiang Road, the family that walks along the alley to the end."

When mentioning this place, Liu Pingxiu still couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes.

Pingjiang Road is located in the west corner of Zhuancheng, which was the earliest old city in Zhuancheng.

It's just that as the city's planning center gradually moves eastward, the former prosperity here has completely disappeared, and it looks more dilapidated and desolate.

The road in the alley is still bluestone. It has just rained recently, and the stone is embedded in the soil and looks stained.

The garbage dumps that can be seen everywhere exude a corrupt atmosphere, and Yue Qingqing also saw the old man who came out to empty the chamber pot.

The old man glanced at Yue Qingqing, didn't ask any further questions, and stooped into the house.

A mouse poked its head out of the trash can, its bean-sized eyes stared at Yue Qingqing, glowing green in the dim light of the evening.

Yue Qingqing walked towards the deepest part of the alley step by step as if she hadn't seen this.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the further you go in, the darker the sky is, which always makes people feel extraordinarily gloomy and cold.

A wooden door appeared in Yue Qingqing's field of vision.

Only half of the couplets on both sides, faded and whitened by the rain, are left, whistling by the evening wind.

It's like a white banner calling back souls.

(End of this chapter)