Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 298 The White Moonlight Imprisoned in the Past Life 71
. .Yining, at the end of August.

The sky is cold and crab-shell green, and the misty white clouds seem to be embellished, chaotic and fuzzy, the heat has not faded away, the heat wave sweeps across every inch of the air, and the hidden shade is shaken to pieces and stitched together in the scorching heat.

"Sister, I'm lost, can you take me home?"

Qu Yan was holding the book, and as soon as she came out of the bookstore, she was caught off guard by a little boy who was estimated to be about five years old and hugged her thigh.

The little boy raised his head, his clear eyes were like black gemstones washed by clear water, and his voice was sticky and sweet.

The wind blowing was very hot, she was born beautiful, with bright and delicate facial features.

Qu Yan squatted down, looked at the little boy at the same level, her beautiful willow leaf eyes slightly raised, like a lazy and fluttering Liusi in spring: "Little friend, do you know where home is?"

"At Thirteenth Street, Wenming South Road." The little boy reached out and grabbed Qu Yan's loose hair on her left shoulder, tilted his head, and his milky face had a pure and harmless expression, innocent and cute.

Wenming South Road is the oldest urban village in Yining, sparsely populated.

Qu Yan's long black eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingers clenched slightly, the smile on her face became more intense and beautiful, and her voice was clear and clear, showing her loss: "But my sister doesn't know the way."

The little boy groaned, panicked for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up again. He took out a note from his pocket, opened it to Qu Yan, and said, "Sister, call my parents. Get them to pick me up!"

The smile in Qu Yan's eyes faded by two points, and the arc of her lips was meaningful, as if she casually said: "Then kid, why are you here alone?"

The little boy clenched his fists, his eyelashes blinked non-stop, and guilt flashed across his fair and tender face.

Qu Yan bent her lips, raised her slender eyelashes slightly, and a flash of clarity flashed through her laziness.

The sky suddenly turned dark, and the overwhelming black engulfed the blue sky. It was very black, as black as ink splashed on dry paper.

There are movie theaters and KFC on both sides of the bookstore. There are many people coming and going. A man and a woman walk towards each other.

Pausing in front of Qu Yan, the little boy looked up, nodded, and then quickly jumped up and hugged Qu Yan's leg.

Weeping loudly: "Sister woo woo woo, don't steal money and run away from home, I will never make you angry again."

The woman strode forward and grabbed Qu Yan's hand, beating her chest and crying: "Daughter, brother just wants you to play with him, why are you so ignorant and run away from home, mom is dying of anxiety! "

The man also yelled with a heartbroken face: "Raising you so much, this is how you repay your parents. I must teach you a lesson today!"

After saying that, the man strode forward, trying to drag Qu Yan, but Qu Yan turned sideways, the man only grabbed her arm, and the book in his arms fell heavily on the ground.

People passing by saw the farce, and they all cast gossipy eyes. Some people in the store liked to watch the excitement, so they joined in, and a few warm-hearted aunts persuaded.

"Girl, look at your mother crying, you can apologize quickly and you'll be fine."

"Yes, yes, girl, you look like you are only fourteen or five years old, how do you live without your parents?"

"Girl, your brother is also crying so sadly, and my aunt's heart hurts when she hears it. You should apologize quickly and go home and study hard."

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(End of this chapter)