Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Is there any child who was wronged and didn't hug the adult's trouser legs and cry coquettishly?

Unexpectedly, the two people who had been beaten and scolded only calmly called a few people by their names, like an emotionless robot, installed into a fixed program, and when they met a specific person, they called a specific name.

The comforting words prepared by the adults at the beginning were stuck in their throats, and they were completely speechless.

After Wen Rongyan yelled, he just stood there calmly, staring at the front without focus, just like when he saw him in Wen's old house, standing delicately and beautifully like a carved jade doll.

At that time, we only cared about us, but never thought that this exquisite doll would be covered with scars. [

Qin Jing knelt down and hugged Wen Rongyan, and he only struggled awkwardly at first, then let Qin Jing hug him.

She turned around, let Wen Rongyan face the old lady, held the old lady's hand that was still holding the rattle, and shook it in front of Wen Rongyan, the crisp sound of "tied bang bang" echoed in the ward.

"Xiao Douding, this is called a rattle. It was your grandma who searched many shopping malls and compared them for a long time before choosing the two most beautiful rattles. One for you and one for Xiao Qi."

The old lady hurriedly lifted the other rattle in front of Wen Rongyan, shook the handle, and made a clear sound again, the water vapor in her dirty eyes was full of anticipation.

Xiao Rongyan pursed her lips, and finally wrapped her arms around Qin Jing's neck, turning her head away.

As soon as Wen Rongyan turned his head, the old lady couldn't help crying again, the old man opened his mouth, but finally closed it, sighed heavily, his eyes were cloudy and full of tears.

Qin Jing patted Wen Rongyan on the back, and also sighed.

When they came in, they had asked the doctor about the condition of the two of them. The physical injuries were not serious, but the inner injuries made people anxious.

Two people who are only so young are more defensive towards people than adults, and even reject communication with people, only living in the world of two people.

When Wen Jiyue wanted to help the two elderly people to sit on the sofa next to them, they all stood there, motionless.

Qin Jing took the rattle from the old lady's hand, held Wen Rongyan's hand and turned his posture, so that the little head lying on her neck faced the small rattle, looking at his calm eyes, his voice Be as gentle as possible.

"Little one, what is this?"

Wen Rongyan rolled her eyes at Qin Jing, turned her head and lay on her neck again, Qin Jing's eyes rolled back in his heart, was she just severely despised by this five-year-old in public?

She turned Wen Rongyan in another direction, making him face the rattle in her hand, and said in a serious tone, "Swallow, tell Third Aunt, what is this?"

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

Qin Jing shook her head, she shook the rattle lightly, and the rattle made a cool sound again.

"Little one, this is not a rattle. This is love. It is the love of a great-grandmother for her great-grandson. In order to buy a satisfactory rattle for her two great-grandchildren, this great-grandmother doesn't even bother to eat lunch. Little one, This sounding object is not a rattle, but love. And the sound of tying bang bang is the voice of an angel, a cry of love."

As soon as Qin Jing finished speaking, Xiao Rongyan's lips were pursed tightly, and her fair face was also wrinkled into a ball, like a mature little adult. With tears in her eyes, the old lady put the other rattle in her hand to Xiao Rongyan handed it over.