Chief, Love for you is wrong

Which child was wronged and didn't cry with adults' trouser legs?

Unexpectedly, the two people who were beaten and scolded only calmly called a few people's names, like an emotionless robot, installed into a fixed program, met a specific person and shouted a specific name.

The comforting words prepared by several adults at the beginning were stuck in their throat and could not speak at all.

After hearing Rong Yan's cry, he just stood there calmly, staring at the front without focus, like when he saw him in Wen's old house, standing as delicate and beautiful as a carved jade doll.

At that time, they only cared about us, but they never thought that the exquisite doll would be covered with scars.

Qin Jing squatted down and hugged Wen Rongyan. He only struggled at the beginning and let Qin Jing hug him.

She turned around and asked Wen Rongyan to face the old lady. She took the old lady's hand with a rattle and shook it in front of Wen Rongyan. The crisp sound of "tie Bang" echoed in the ward.

"Xiaodouding, this is called the rattle. Your grandmother found many shopping malls and compared them for a long time before choosing the two most beautiful rattles. You and Xiaoqi."

The old lady quickly lifted another rattle in her hand to Wen Rongyan's front, shook the handle, and made a clear sound. The water vapor in turbid eyes was full of expectation.

Xiao Rongyan pursed his lips and finally put his hands around Qin Jing's neck and turned away.

As soon as Wen Rongyan turned his head, the old lady couldn't help weeping again. The old man opened his mouth and finally closed his mouth. He sighed heavily. His eyes were turbid and full of tears.

Qin Jing patted Wen Rongyan on the back and sighed.

When they came in, they asked the doctor about their condition. The physical injury was not serious, but the psychological injury made people anxious.

Two people who are so young are more defensive than adults, and even reject communication with people. They only live in a world of two people.

When Wen Jiyue wanted to help the two old people sit on the sofa next to him, they all stood there and stood still.

Qin Jing took the rattle from the old lady's hand, held Wen Rongyan's hand, turned his posture, let the small head lying on her neck face the small rattle, looked at his calm eyes, and his voice was as soft as possible.

"Little boy, what is this?"

Wen Rongyan glanced at Qin Jing and turned his head to lie down on her neck again. Qin Jing also looked back at her. Was she just despised by the five-year-old in public?

She turned Wen Rongyan in another direction, put his face on the rattle in her hand, and said seriously, "swallow, tell Aunt three, what is this?"

Wen Rongyan pulled out the corners of his mouth, looked into Qin Jing's eyes and reluctantly replied, "rattle."

Qin Jing shook her head. She gently shook the rattle, which made a cool sound again.

"Little one, this is not a rattle. This is love. It is a great grandmother's love for her great grandchildren. In order to buy a satisfactory rattle for her two great grandchildren, the great grandmother can't even eat lunch. Little one, this noisy object is not a rattle, but love. The banging sound is an angel's voice and a cry of love."

As soon as Qin Jing's voice fell, Xiao Rongyan's lips closed tightly, and her white face was wrinkled like an old adult. With tears in her eyes, the old lady handed another rattle to Xiao Rongyan.