The leaves of the king of nets are drifting

Chapter 3 You Are Cool Leaf
Chapter 3 You Are Cool Leaf
She opened her eyes, and then closed them again. She touched her forehead with her fingers, and it was still very painful. It was not until half a day later that she sat up, and the quilt on her body fell to her waist, and She just stared blankly, unable to figure out where she was for a long time.

Until her eyes fixed on a certain point, it was a yellow tennis ball. She struggled to pick up the tennis ball and held it with both hands. That's all.

The door was pushed open again, and the old man walked in, but saw her staring at him with her eyes open.

"You're awake." There seemed to be no surprise. The old man just froze for a moment, and then laughed. Her smile made her feel very comfortable. Moreover, there was a very sour feeling in her heart. She smiled like this.If you smile, you will know that she is sad, and she will also feel distressed.

"Grandma..." That sound again made the old man's eyes turn red.

"Well, it's me, I'm grandma." The old man walked in, gently stroked her hair, and faced the white bandages wrapped around her forehead.

"Grandma, who am I?" She shook her eyelashes slightly, and her eyes fell on the yellow tennis ball in her hand. She didn't know anything, she didn't know who she was, and she didn't know who she was. The name, even, everything in front of me feels strange, a little more than strange.

including the language here.

Really strange.

The old man's hand on her hair trembled slightly. She lowered her head and saw the young girl's confused eyes.

"Your name is Liangye. Qiuyuan Liangye, I am your grandma, Qiuyuan Qing." The old man gently hugged the girl's weak body, put her fingers on top of the girl's head, and hummed unknowingly What tune, it's very simple, but it also sounds good, and the girl's hand clenched the tennis ball in her hand.

She is Liangye, Akimoto Liangye.

Just why is it still a stranger?
Slowly closed his eyes.She sank into the darkness again, but she had no dreams, neither good dreams nor nightmares, as if her life started with this tennis ball.

And so far.

The old man's eyes flickered for a moment, she sighed softly, covered the girl with the quilt, and walked out, but when she looked at her familiar sleeping face, she smiled slightly , Liangye, my granddaughter.

The door was closed again, Liang Ye tightened the quilt on her body, and the outside was still a world of ice and snow, extraordinarily white.But the whole room was as warm as the morning sun.

(End of this chapter)