Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 594 I only have you (21)

  He probably didn't want to learn, so even when he returned to school, he wouldn't listen to the teacher when he was in class.

   Either staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze, or turning his head to look at his deskmate.

  Soft and curly hair, pressed by arms,

  His dark and moist eyeballs remained motionless, staring intently at the side face of his little deskmate, despite the red marks on his face.

  Yun Si also knows that with his current foundation, the content of the lectures is simply fantasy,

  She didn't force him to listen, she planned to copy the notes and teach him herself when she went home.

  When the first class was about to end, the quiet young boy stretched out his hand and tugged at his deskmate.

   When the little deskmate held the pen and looked over, he slowly licked his somewhat dry lips, rustling, "Water."

  The little deskmate paused, put down his pen, turned around and picked up the water bottle from the side of his schoolbag.

  Open it and hand it to him.

  The little boy began to quietly hold the water bottle and **** it.

  When going out every day, Yun Si will fill it with water.

  The kettle is very large and can hold more than a liter.

  The little boy lowered his head and drank nearly a quarter of it.

   When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he handed the water bottle back just in time.

  Yun Si covered the kettle and put it back into the side of her schoolbag.

   "You, don't you want to drink?"

  He lay on the desk, stared at her, and asked slowly.

  Because of drinking water, his lips are no longer dry, they are ruddy, like ripe and soft peaches,

  Facing the sun, his cheeks were as white as cicada wings, delicate yet fragile,

   Moist eyes stared at her without blinking, focused and serious.

  Yun Si glanced at him, shook her head, "I'm not thirsty."

  The young man hummed softly and stopped talking.

   It has returned to the quiet sheep mode, with super long standby time.

  When Zhou Simin came back from get off work, he received a call from the police.

  The police hung up the phone, and the next second, they received a call from the person in charge of the orphanage.

  Relevant information about Song Jing was sent to the orphanage by the police, so the orphanage called to ask for details.

   Zhou Simin answered what he knew one by one.

  Back home, she had just changed her shoes when she noticed movement in the kitchen.

  The voices of two children came from the kitchen door, and the sound of running water from the faucet.

   Zhou Simin changed his shoes, put down his bag, and walked over to have a look, "Si Si? Xiao Jing?"

  Walking over, she was slightly stunned when she saw the child inside.

  I saw a half-old child, one standing on a stool, tiptoeing, washing rice under the faucet.

  One moves a small bench, sits there, and chooses vegetables.

   Well organized, two and a half older kids, didn’t mess up the kitchen at all,

  The little girl with the ponytail saw her and immediately stood up with a cute smile.

   "Mom, you're back."

   "Si Si and brother Song Jing are very good, helping mother cook."

   "." Zhou Simin didn't speak, but looked at Song Jing.

  The young boy has obviously done this kind of thing a lot, and his movements are actually very skillful.

   It's just that I'm not tall enough, so I need to step on a bench and tiptoe to touch the faucet.

  He lowered his head, was very quiet, and didn't respond.

   Slow people, very insensitive to changes in the outside world,

  He seems to be immersed in his own world, only focusing on doing his own things well.

  Zhou Simin looked at him, his eyes flickering.

  The little girl Yunsi looked at him, then pulled his clothes,

   "Brother Song Jing, mom is back."

   There is no need to question whether children can cook. The children of poor people are already in charge of the house. When I was a child, I was really able to cook and sweep the floor at the age of seven.

  (end of this chapter)