Dear girl

Ninth Sister was brought up by her grandfather.The old man was shocked when he heard the news of his granddaughter's death. After the funeral and burial, Yu Jie reported him to a Southeast Asian sunset red tour group.

Although Yu Jie didn't really want to admit it, she was really sad about the death of Ninth Sister. She was her first woman, and she was one of the few people she ever liked.Although Ninth Sister's estate was frozen, Yu Jie never thought that she was one of the heirs. When the lawyer came to her, she thought she had heard wrong.

She came this time because of the ninth sister's cousin.The two siblings are pitiful, the parents don't care about it, the boy got into a fight at school and was almost expelled, she came to settle the matter.

It was really an accident to meet Song Xinci. I had sworn at the beginning that I would chase her, but I hadn't met such an interested person for a long time.However, she knew that there was no love in it, no moving reason.

She was taking care of sick people in the hospital when she was planning to launch the offensive.Human life was at stake, so she let it go.Later, Ninth Sister had an accident, and she forgot about it.They are all passers-by in life, and this is not difficult for her at all.

Originally planning to go back to Yangchuan today, when I was packing my luggage on the second floor, I accidentally saw that person from the window.At that time, she had a photo of Jiujie in high school by her hand, and that picture really hurt her.

How can someone be so happy.

Even though he was so embarrassed, he didn't lose his temper.

The person who sang two tigers expressionlessly in the private room could be so gentle.

Yu Jie hid behind the door, and Song Xinci was blowing Xia Yao's trousers with a hair dryer in the living room.Where did she get the extra shoes? If she wore them herself, people would probably dislike them. Ninth Sister once took her around this village when she was a third-year student.The village head princess often wove cloth shoes to sell, so she had to ask a bodyguard to buy them on the spot.

Why did she ask them to come in? She was not convinced.She doesn't care if she loves or not, she just can't accept - lose.

Yu Jie extinguished the cigarette in her hand, squinted her eyes, put on a smiling face and walked out.She saw that they had already changed their shoes, so it was time to come out to see off the guests.

"Sorry, only this kind of shoes." Yu Jie looked apologetic.

"Ah—" Xia Yao stood up, "I've helped a lot, thank you."

"Not so polite."

"Excuse me, how much do you need?"

Surprise flashed in Yu Jie's eyes, and she almost didn't laugh: "It's okay." Then she looked at Song Xinci, "Miss Song and I are also friends."

Song Xinci looked away, then pointed to his watch, and reminded Xia Yao with a smile: "Sister Yao, it's almost eleven o'clock."

Xia Yao nodded towards Yu Jie: "I'm sorry, we still have something to do."

Yu Jie waved her hand: "It's okay, you guys do your work first."

Song Xinci opened the black umbrella and led Xia Yao out. The rain gradually became weaker, and an umbrella was enough to cover them.Xia Yao was stunned for a second, but she didn't break away. She just felt that if the other party liked new words, it would be a bit...in short, not very friendly.

Song Xinci is holding her left hand, her right hand is holding a bag of dirty shoes with two fingers, and her ring finger is hooking an umbrella.

"Miss Song, goodbye." Yu Jie said from behind, her tone still relaxed.

Song Xinci suddenly felt that his dislike of Yu Jie seemed a little unreasonable, and when he realized that his behavior was indeed not very polite, he had already walked a few meters away.

Forget it, she thought, anyway, there will be no intersection in the future, and it seems that there is no harm in leaving a bad impression.

Yu Jie watched the two leave with gloomy eyes. She waved to the bodyguard behind her and gave some instructions.

Sure enough, he is a bad tempered person.

They asked the villagers where Mei Lan's house lived, and then set off there.This is the last family to be interviewed, and the subject of the interview is a ten-year-old girl.Lao Yang's mother's [-]th birthday, so only two of them came here today.Considering that he is a minor, the interview tool only brought a voice recorder.

The reason why I have to come despite the heavy rain is because today is Sunday, and the child should have a holiday.

The gate is locked, and there is a stone path beside the courtyard wall, and another family is on the right.

Entering from the stone road, the first thing Xia Yao saw was a little girl squatting under the eaves, washing the vegetables in the stainless steel basin in front of her.

Sure enough, it is the back door, which leads directly to the kitchen. Xia Yao has a strong intuition that this is the person they are looking for.

"Meilan." She called out tentatively.

Sure enough, the little girl raised her head and looked at the two strangers without knowing how to respond: "Uncle, they are not at home..." The voice was also small.

Song Xinci showed a very sunny smile: "Hi kid, we are..." Then she looked at Xia Yao and asked in a low voice, "What are we?" Are you talking about reporters?

The little girl's hands were red from the cold, her clothes were relatively thin, and there were a few bruises on her exposed arms.Regarding Mei Lan's family, it is also recorded in the data that her parents committed suicide by drinking pesticide one after another due to huge debts, and they are currently living in the house of her uncle and aunt.

I can’t even ask, about your parents, I’m sorry, I didn’t give you a happy childhood, it’s not just your parents who think so.

"Then let's wait, when will they come back?" Xia Yao's voice was mixed with a child's tone, very friendly.

When a child suddenly sees two strangers who say they are looking for her, they will probably be at a loss or feel scared. If they say they are looking for an adult, then they can rest assured.

Sure enough, Mei Lan relaxed a lot, and replied obediently: "They are playing mahjong, and they will be back after lunch." Then she took the steel basin and went into the kitchen.

"Who is it?" Song Xinci frowned, "Play mahjong by yourself and let the children cook."

Looking at Mei Lan's living conditions, for this family, this child is undoubtedly a trouble that fell from the sky. If Fu Chunrong Financial Company still refuses to let them go, then their attitude towards this child can be imagined.

Hey……

Xia Yao sighed in her heart, counting the rainwater dripping from the eaves, the obsessive-compulsive disorder that was present all the time, one drop, two drops, three drops... counting to a hundred drops, please bless her with a bright future.

In Song Xinci's eyes, Xia Yao looked like she was in deep thought at this moment. She pulled her to a place out of the rain, found Xu Lang's phone, called it, and was connected quickly.

"Boss, you finally think of me." Xu Lang said over there.

"Brother Lang, what are you doing?"

"I miss you."

This guy, Song Xinci: "Please do something."

"Just tell me." Xu Lang's tone always sounded so relaxed.

"Help me connect with a children's welfare home, and a nursing home.

……

When Mei Lan's uncle and aunt came back, they knew that it was a reporter, so they had lunch with them.The dinner table has been spitting bitter water.

They chatted until two o'clock in the afternoon. After dismissing Mei Lan, Song Xinci talked about Mei Lan.

The couple didn't have any feelings for Mei Lan, and their words were full of how much trouble and burden Mei Lan had caused them.So when Song Xinci proposed to take her away, the two hardly concealed their inner joy.

But, why is the child so pitiful, and why a single meal can determine her fate.

Kid, kid... who's to say you can take your time.

So they are not very happy, on the contrary, they are still quite heavy.

"Let me talk to her." Song Xinci said.

Xia Yao sat in the living room, while Song Xinci went to Mei Lan's room.

There is a toffee in her pocket, Xia Yao gave it to her in the morning, Song Xinci bent over: "Do you want to eat?"

Mei Lan hesitated a little.

"How old are you this year?" Song Xinci asked, although she knew it.

"Ten years old." Mei Lan replied.

"Ten years old, probably in the fourth grade?"

Mei Lan shook her head: "Fifth grade." Her tone was affirmative.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Mei Lan smiled shyly.

……

Xia Yao is still counting the rain, her obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse.Half an hour later, the sound of continuous footsteps interrupted her contemplation.

"Who are you?" said Uncle Meilan's voice.

A few men broke in, all with serious faces.

At this time, the rain seemed to be getting heavier again.

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