70 female supporting roles: the villain's favorite

The coldness of winter has come to an end, and the snowflakes have begun to freeze from a height of [-] miles.The streets and alleys of Kyoto are about to usher in the most festive day of the year - the Spring Festival.

An Ningxuan and Xiao Heng were strolling on the bustling street. A lot of things happened recently. Such a walk is also a kind of rest for the brain.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the happiest thing is the children. The troubles of the final exam have been overwhelmed by the joy of the winter vacation, and the unfinished homework can be left behind for the time being.

The little friends are running around in the streets and alleys. They don’t know what they are chasing, but they just like to run. They run without an end, while playing and running, shouting loudly. In winter, they even sweat .

An Ningxuan saw a girl with red braids chasing the boy in front, shouting: "Brother, wait for me, wait for me. I want to play with your windmill, windmill!"

The little girl's brother was holding a windmill folded from white paper in front of her. The windmill turned faster and faster in the cold wind approaching the Spring Festival, as if the boy had wings and the little girl was thrown further and further away.

"Plop", the little girl tripped over the icy ground, but still shouted: "Brother, give it to me, I want a windmill, I want a windmill!"

The little boy stopped, laughed and ran back, holding the windmill in one hand and helping his sister who had fallen to the ground with the other.

"Look at how cute these two brothers and sisters are! Does it look like you and Jiajia when they were young?" An Ningxuan smiled and looked at the calm Xiao Heng.

"Like, hahaha, when Jiajia was very young, she was about the same age as her, and she was as cute as her. She liked to chase after me for things. My mother had to let me give way to my sister at that time. Although there was no father at that time But Jiajia and I are still very happy under the care of our mother." At this time, Xiao Heng's eyes were full of warm memories.

"Sister, you are bleeding!" At this moment, the little boy's terrified voice came from a distance, "Sister, do you hurt?"

An Ningxuan followed the shout and saw bright red blood flowing from the little girl's two noses.

Xiao Heng's first reaction was to run over quickly, took out his handkerchief to wipe the little girl's nosebleed, and checked her knees, arms, and palms by the way.

Obviously, the girl may have just hit it, at least Xiao Heng thinks so.

An Ningxuan also ran over and saw that the girl was not crying, but had a smile on her face, but the nosebleeds came out again.

The little boy skillfully took out two chalk stubs from his pocket, and said, "Sister, let's play with the windmill! I'll plug these two chalk stubs for you, and you won't bleed. Don't be afraid!"

The little boy handed the colored windmill to the little girl's hand, and blocked up her sister's nostrils one by one with chalk ends.

"Sister, open your mouth, if you can't hold back, just open your mouth and breathe!" the little boy instructed.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Heng's eyes couldn't help getting moist.He could feel the little boy's care for his sister, just like he did for Jiajia.

"Little girl, you're running around again, are you bleeding again? Little Shitou, don't you know that my sister can't run away? You child, you can't remember how many times you say it? How do you become a brother?"

A middle-aged woman came hurriedly in the distance, and hugged her younger sister worriedly while talking.

"Eldest sister, I can't blame my brother. The ice on the ground tripped my sister just now. She may have knocked her nose, which is why she was bleeding. It was my brother who stopped my sister's nosebleed with a piece of chalk. My brother is so young, so he can do this. It's already very good, don't blame him too much."

An Ningxuan couldn't bear to see the cute little boy being blamed, and stood up to testify for him.

"Comrade, I know about my child's condition. The little girl doesn't fall down. Whenever she does strenuous exercise, she will get nosebleeds. She went to the hospital for an examination. They said it was some kind of disease. The doctor said there was no cure for this disease." The more the woman spoke, the lower her voice was, and the more she spoke, the lower her expression became.

"Leukemia?" An Ningxuan blurted out, "Is it leukemia?" An Ningxuan wanted to reconfirm with this mother.

"Yes, yes, that's the name. You see, I was so dizzy that I forgot it." The woman nodded and said.

"Did the doctor say this disease can't be cured?" After An Ningxuan asked, she felt a little regretful, because in her mind, leukemia could be cured, but it was in her original era. In this era, leukemia was indeed an incurable disease. Didn't this question cut another knife in the heart of the little girl's mother?

"Well, I asked a lot of doctors, and they all went to the big hospitals in Kyoto, and they all said they couldn't cure it, alas..." The little girl's mother seemed to be thrown into the abyss again.

"Sister, do the adults in your family also have this disease? Is this child genetic?" An Ningxuan asked cautiously.Because she knew that some diseases were caused by genetic inheritance, so even in her original era, it was more troublesome to treat, and it required a medical team to repair the genes of patients, which was also a big project.

"No, his father, grandpa, and grandma don't have this disease, and neither does my natal family! I don't know what sin I did. My girl is really unlucky. There are so many children in her class, but these five children are all sick. I have the same disease. How can I feel better? Let’s live every day!" The little girl’s mother’s eyes were moist, but she quickly wiped them away with her hands when the tears flowed down.

"Sister, you mean that not only your little girl has this disease, but also her classmates have it, right?" An Ningxuan realized that the girl's disease is not that simple anymore.

"Yes, there are five children, alas!" replied the little girl's mother.

"Sister, can you tell me your name, your child's name, and information about other children? I may be able to help our children."

She answered all the questions An Ningxuan asked her. The woman's name was Wang Ping, the girl's name was Xiaoqin, and the names of four other her classmates were also told to An Ningxuan.

"Sister, let me ask you again, is there any factory near the school you attend? Such as a chemical factory or something." An Ningxuan wanted to find out the external environmental causes of her child's illness.

Wang Ping thought for a while and said, "I'm not very clear about this, but every day when I go to pick up the children home, I occasionally smell a pungent smell in their school." The woman replied.

An Ningxuan thought for a while and said, "Sister, can you take the two of us around that school, can you?"

The woman hesitated for a moment. After all, the end of the year is approaching, and there are still many things for her to do at home.

"Will this help my little girl's illness?" the woman asked, looking at An Ningxuan.