The biological mother of the child prodigy cub was handed over to the country by the entire Internet

Song Sha looked at the cameraman next to her, hoping he would know.

The cameraman shook his head and said that he was only paying attention to the two cubs and you.

Song Sha: "......"

What else can I do, I can only find it.

There are too many people in this market, and it is inevitably inconvenient for Song Sha to bring her two children.

She knelt down and said to Gu Rongrong and Lu Ye, "Can you just wait here for me when I come back?"

Gu Rongrong took Song Sha's hand: "Mommy, where are you going? Can't Rongrong go?"

Song Sha held his little hand: "Mommy, go find Big Brother. There are too many people here. Mommy is afraid that you will get lost like Big Brother. He is very big and tall. He can be seen at a glance when standing in the crowd, but Rong Rong is now He hasn’t grown yet, so if he gets lost and can’t be found at once, mommy will be super worried.”

"Do you want mommy to worry?"

Gu Rongrong shook his head.

Lu Ye came over and rubbed his little head, "It's okay, brother will always be with you. If you don't go to big brother now, he will cry in a while."

Gu Rongrong raised her eyes, looked around Lu Ye with her watery eyes, and let go of Song Sha's hand, "Okay, it will be ugly if big brother cries."

In fact, children who can listen to what you say are the most understanding. As long as you explain clearly to them what you are going to do and when you will come back to pick them up, your children will no longer make trouble with you unreasonably.

"Mommy, go ahead." Gu Rongrong took the initiative to hold Lu Ye's hand, "My brother and I are here waiting for Mommy to come back."

Before leaving, Song Sha kissed the little guy's forehead and quietly stuffed some change into the two children, just in case.

They also asked a cameraman to help watch, although Song Sha knew that they usually wouldn't stop children from doing anything, at least they wouldn't be like Sheng Jiang, who would get lost without anyone noticing.

Song Sha shuttled among the crowd. There were too many people making noisy noises on the street, so she could only look for them with her eyes.

Passing by the place where they were selling candied haws, Song Sha asked the old man: "Did you see the big boy who was with us just now?"

Because Gu Rongrong and Lu Ye were cute and handsome, and they didn't dress like locals, I was extremely impressed.

"Oh, that tall boy you were talking about came here to look for you just now. He seems to have gone over there." The uncle gave them the direction to the alley.

Song Sha looked in the direction pointed by the uncle, "Thank you."

This seems to be an old street. All the things on display are bottles and cans. Going deeper into the alley, many guzhengs are hung out to dry, as well as various wooden instruments such as flutes, guqins, cucurbits, and drums. of musical instruments.

Judging from the traces of carvings, these zithers and guqins are obviously not from this year, but the wood can be kept for a long time, and it is also coated with crude oil, allowing merchants to see the real materials.

Instead of applying a layer of quality to cover up the inferior quality, it will break after two years.

In the last days, Song Sha met a colleague who loved the guzheng and guqin very much. Every time he came back from a mission, he would play a song.

The song is very long and very sad.

Song Sha remembered the most profound poem she said, and she has not forgotten it to this day.

——"Sitting alone on a secluded platform, playing the blood harp, resting in eternal peace, but I have no sound in the world."

In the apocalypse where there is no daylight, let alone intrigues and intrigues, it is all a devil's cave with ten thousand eyes.

Now that Song Sha thinks about it, her body feels cold. Everyone is not a good person.

Later, Song Sha realized that what her colleagues called ignorant people, let alone close friends, being able to leave a whole body was considered a bit of human morality.

Later, the guqin was left to her because the colleague never came back from a mission and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Every time she saw the guqin, Song Sha would always recall that poem in her mind. Over time, she would also play a song every time she came back from a mission.

It was also at that time that she got to know the guqin and zither.

When you understand more, it becomes research.

Song Sha touched the guqin with her fingers and gently stirred it. The ethereal tone came out, which made Song Sha miss those days of playing the guqin.

Hearing the sound, the boss inside came out.

"Do you want to buy a piano?"

"Hey, Xiao Song, why are you here?"

Song Sha raised her eyes: "Village chief?"

Immediately afterwards, another woman came out.

"Does anyone want to buy a piano?"

Old village chief: "No, it's a little girl who came to record a program in our village this time."

"Oh, is that the girl you said who is good at picking oranges?"

Old village chief: "Yes, that's her."

"Come, Xiao Song, let me introduce you." The old village chief said to the merchants in the market every year. Naturally, he knew more etiquette than the people in the village. "This is my daughter-in-law. Everyone calls her Aunt Mei."

Song Sha nodded towards the woman: "Aunt Mei."

Aunt Mei smiled: "The girls in this city are fair."

Song Sha smiled politely.

When the village chief saw her coming here, he couldn't help but be curious: "By the way, Xiao Song, what are you doing here?"

Song Sha: "Looking for someone."

"Who is it? I know all the neighbors here. Tell me and I will help you look for them." The old village chief was very enthusiastic. After all, this little girl picked so many oranges for them yesterday and said she would help them. I am really grateful.

"It's okay." Song Sha said, "He is lost."

Old village chief: "The child is lost?"

In fact, I didn't want to say it because I wanted to save some face for Sheng Jiang, but the village chief kept asking.

Song Sha had no choice but to tell the truth: "The rebellious big boy was lost on the street."

"Ah." The old village chief was a little surprised: "How could someone as big as him get lost?"

Ever since Sheng Jiang was really lost in the live broadcast room, the laughter never stopped.

[Pfft, hahahahaha, look, look, no one believes that an adult like Sheng Jiang could get lost. 】

[Sheng Jiang, ah Sheng Jiang, are you colluding with the show team to play us? 】

[If he can agree to this plan, it shows how intelligent he is...]

[Hahahahahahaha I suspect you are mocking upstairs. 】

[Please remove your doubts. 】

[Look at the old village chief who is surprised by the fact that such a big man like Sheng Jiang got lost. Hahahahaha. After all, it is something that ordinary people cannot do. 】

[I really want to die laughing in this live broadcast room. 】

[I have already died in the live broadcast room hahahahaha, no one wants to compete with me. 】

[It’s so joyful. From now on, wherever there is Sister Sha, I will be there. 】

Just as they were laughing, a familiar voice broke into the live broadcast room.

"Sister Sha!"

"I knew you wouldn't ignore me!"

Before Song Sha could see the person clearly, the person rushed over and hugged Song Sha.

"Sister Sha, my dear sister, please don't abandon me again."

Song Sha seemed to be hugged by a raccoon, so tight and shameless.

"........."