Fall In Love With A Substitute

Qinglu has been smart since he was a child, and he remembers things earlier and deeper than other children.

She remembered that when she was seven years old, her parents went out in a hurry and never came back.The food on the table was completely cold, Qinglu was really hungry, he ate millet porridge with a spoon, and climbed onto the sofa in the living room to sleep.There is a childcare robot in the room. She is not very afraid, but it is too quiet. The house has never been so quiet.

She fell into a drowsy sleep, and hurriedly got up when she heard the sound of the door opening.The door opened in her expectant eyes, and the cold winter air, together with several tall uncles and aunts, poured into the forever warm little home of her and her parents.

An aunt found her on the sofa, and she couldn't help crying while holding her.Qinglu didn't know the reason at the time, but later realized that this meant that the adult she was waiting for would not come back.

According to regulations, Qinglu was first sent to the social relief home. In front of the registration table which was higher than Qinglu, the staff of the relief home picked up her small wrist and inputted on the personal terminal "both parents are dead, orphan, waiting for adoption" " mark, then patted her head with compassion and said:

"Such a beautiful little girl, who used to be from a good family background, how old is she, and in a blink of an eye... oh."

Qinglu seemed to have just realized something, squatted down and wailed, his voice became hoarse from crying, his face was flushed from crying, which frightened the adults.

The child cried with a strong force, and Qinglu was not persuaded by anyone until the end.After crying heartily, Qinglu never cried again, and even seldom talked to others.

Life in a social welfare home wasn't hard, but it wasn't much fun either.Adults often come here to look at the children of the poorhouse as if they were picking out valuables. They either like it or evaluate it. When they see Qinglu, they always lighten up. After talking with the people in the poorhouse, they nod in satisfaction and come. Go to Qinglu and ask her if she wants to go home with them.

Chief Qinglu shook his head.

After doing this several times, the remaining children in the poorhouse stopped talking to Qinglu.Qinglu is too much liked by adults, but he doesn't want this kind of like, and others don't even have the chance to refuse, how pitiful they are.

When people came again, Qinglu was squeezed into the corner by the child intentionally or unintentionally in a very naive way, so Qinglu always listened to everyone's laughter and stood in the shadow of the corner, looking up at the bright white light. Mottled tree shadows swayed by the wind.

After spring passed, Zhang Ming, who broke into Qinglu's house that day, hugged Qinglu and cried, came to the social relief home, wanting to adopt Qinglu.

Qinglu recognized Zhang Ming. She opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Ming quietly. Zhang Ming's eyes were bright and full of sincerity. After Qinglu was silent for a while, she nodded slightly.

Zhang Ming was very happy, and next time she came, she brought her husband with her, and went to the office of the head of the poorhouse to inquire about the procedures.

A kind social worker brought Qinglu to the dean's office, hoping that Qinglu could meet more future adopters and say a few more words.He led Qinglu to the office door, when he heard chaotic conversations coming from the unclosed door:

"...What? Qinglu's assets can only be used after the age of 18? I checked on Xingwang, isn't it stipulated by the law to go with the guardian?"

"Sir, generally speaking, the assets of the adopted person can be transferred by the guardian and used in the relevant part of the adopted person, but Qinglu's parents left a huge amount of assets, and there is a foundation managed by a special person... because In this way, in the absence of relatives, Qinglu will be sent to the poorhouse instead of handing over guardianship at will."

The dean's old voice was suddenly severe: "Sir, you didn't adopt Qinglu for the sake of assets, did you?"

"No, no, dean, don't get me wrong——Wei Feng, why are you asking this? I want to adopt Qinglu because she is Xiaolan's only child. Please explain it to the dean clearly."

"Come on, if it wasn't for that money, I would be in a hurry to adopt a child—"

"Wei Feng, what are you talking about!"

"Go home quickly, my children are still waiting to eat, if I knew it was a waste of time, I might as well use the travel expenses to buy cakes for my precious daughter."

"Don't drag me..."

The sound of scolding and footsteps was getting closer and closer, Qinglu broke free from the social worker's hand and strode away.

The summer is bright and hot, but Qinglu's heart is icy cold, making her tremble uncontrollably.

On the day of the beginning of autumn in the second year, the almshouse was bustling with activity. The social workers dressed up the children well, and it was said that some important person was coming.

Qinglu changed into the white princess dress handed over by Aunt Life, who also tied up her hair. When Qinglu raised her head, she saw many people of the same age looking at her. Aunt hugged Qinglu and smiled:

"It seems that everyone thinks that our little Qinglu is the most beautiful."

"By the way, Qinglu, don't dirty your clothes carelessly, and you can't cut with scissors anymore, it's dangerous."

Qinglu lowered his head.

As is often the case, the more beautiful clothes she gets, the more serious exclusion awaits her.Of course Qinglu wouldn't be very happy, but she didn't feel sad either.

Qinglu didn't have any idea whether the little skirts given out by the poorhouse were intact or were secretly soiled and cut by others, and whether the little cakes given out for lunch would be taken away by others without hesitation. She just found it boring and uninterested Come.

But she didn't expect that these companions who were about her age would directly push her into a waste bin this time, and snap the lid on.

There was darkness in front of Qinglu's eyes.

There was a dull sound above the head, like someone stomping on the cover, clicking, and the alloy cover made a sound of closing and locking.

"...Can you lock her up?"

"Who made her look so good today? Standing in the corner, people always look at her. We'll just open the lid when we come back later."

In the darkness, the footsteps became softer and farther away.Qinglu curled up in the darkness.

Outside the hall of the almshouse, children peered in.

There were a few people standing there, and I couldn't tell what was different, but the "big shots" that my aunt called were different from those who came to pick up children for adoption in the past.

Those in black suits surrounded a middle-aged uncle and a younger sister who looked like a princess from a fairy tale book.

The princess's every move made people unable to move their eyes away, reminding them of a noble and elegant white swan. Many girls looked at her with envious eyes, because the difference was too great, and they couldn't even give birth to the slightest bit of jealousy.

"We're here to pick up a girl named 'Qinglu'." The princess in the hearts of the children opened her lips and said to the principal.

The horror in the dean's heart has not yet been suppressed. He only received an order from above to treat him well, but he didn't know that it was the Patriarch of the Song family who came with his daughter and picked up a child.

He cautiously said: "In the past six months, many people wanted to adopt Qinglu, only one couple almost succeeded, and the others were rejected by Qinglu... I don't know Mr. Song..."

"Her father and I are old friends." Song's father said concisely. He had been waiting for a long time, and he couldn't hear any emotion in just a short sentence. The dean was nervous and didn't know how to answer the words for a while.

Song Pianlu smiled and said, "My father just came back from recuperating abroad, and when he heard about Qinglu, he brought me here to pick her up."

"You call Qinglu to meet him."

The dean breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called for someone to do it: "Qinglu doesn't like to join in the fun, it should be somewhere else, you sit first, and I'll send someone to find her."

Father Song sat down in response, and the entourage waited beside him, while Song Pianlu took advantage of the cool autumn wind and walked around the small garden, leaning over to look at the fiery red Xiuli maple.

The staff sent by the dean came back in a hurry: "Dean, there is no Qinglu in the small dormitory building, it's strange, she never runs around..."

"Huh? Are you reading in the classroom? You go to the teaching building to have a look."

"There is no class today, and the classrooms are locked..." The staff obviously thought that Qinglu would not be in the teaching building, but they had no choice but to follow the dean's order, "I'll go right away."

Song Pina turned around from Xiuli Maple, her skirt drew a circular arc, she frowned slightly and walked towards the dean, but stopped halfway, looking at a little girl who looked at the dean hesitantly to speak.

Song Pianyi turned around, walked up to the girl and squatted down, and said softly, "Little friend, do you know where Qinglu is?"

Qinglu's breathing was a bit difficult.

She seemed to be choked by the darkness, and her brow was covered with sweat as she struggled to breathe again and again. She leaned weakly against the box, her right hand tightly clutching the toy wooden sword that someone had left in the box. Swing, tap, tap, tap, the wooden sword made a weak sound on the discarded box.

She doesn't want to be locked up here.

Will she die.

Will you see your parents when you die?Or go see the angel first?

There is still a trace of unrealistic fantasy in the young girl's mind, but the human instinct prompts her to survive.

Du, du, du, the fragile thin wooden sword was held in the young wrist, the sound of the knocking became slower and weaker, and each sound became weaker.

When the darkness was about to cover her consciousness together, with a bang, the lid on the top of her head was suddenly opened, and the bright sunlight shone in.

Qinglu leaned his head against the box and raised his face feebly to welcome the sunlight and air.She breathed heavily, but her eyes, which had been in the dark for a long time, were so moist that she couldn't open them for a while.

"Qinglu."

A strange but gentle voice called her, Qinglu heard it, and tried to open his eyes to see the owner of the voice.

She saw an angel in the world, behind her was a warm and dazzling halo, and beside her was the autumn breeze.

Qinglu stared at her blankly.

"Are you Qinglu? Don't be afraid, it's all right now."

The angel stretched out his hand towards her who was dirty in the discard box, and there was no disgust in his eyes, only pity.

The person whom he mistakenly thought was an angel pulled Qinglu out of the discarded box. For the immature Qinglu, her hands were firm and powerful, and she pulled her out of the darkness with one stroke. It was the faint fragrance from her body, as gentle as herself.

She took herself to wash, and soon someone brought a new dress.When the opponent tried to replace him, Qinglu shrank back subconsciously.

She was not angry, and asked with a smile, "Can I wear it myself?"

Qinglu silently nodded.

"The clothes are here, I'm outside, call me for anything." She stood up, Qinglu lowered her head, and could see the skirt rippling softly around her straight calves, like a swan wrapped in white water, " My name is Song Pianyi, and my name is a bit of a mouthful, you can call me Sister Song, and sister is also fine."

After she finished speaking, she patted herself on the head lightly, and left the room stepping on the light cast by the window.

Song-pian-xian, Qinglu recited silently several times in his heart, it is not difficult to remember.

When she changed into the new dress that Song Pianlu handed over, there was a faint conversation outside.

"Miss, it has been found out in the security room that it was done by four children."

The deputy dean said with a bitter face: "Miss Song, they are still children, they don't know that doing so will have serious consequences, they don't really want Qinglu... Mr. Song got angry and wanted to punish them, can you help persuade them? "

"My father is angry, what is the purpose of the vice president looking for me?"

The vice president stared blankly at the Miss Song family in front of him.

The girl's figure was slender and tall, and she showed the demeanor cultivated by a century-old family. She was clearly only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she stood there like a new-born poplar, with the flexibility of a willow branch.

Song Pianliu thought about the silent Qinglu in the room, and the tearful eyes in the discarded box, Song Pianliu accentuated her tone:

"I think it's not the first time something like this has happened. The poorhouse should really regulate it. I will suggest that my father contact the Minister of Social Affairs of North Tasmania."

"Miss Song." The vice president said in surprise.

"If Qinglu is not an exception." Song Pianlu added in a girly soft and sweet voice, but her attitude was firm, successfully making the vice president speechless.

Click, the door opened behind Song Pianliu.

Song Pina swallowed back the rest of her words, squatted down, her eyes were at the same level as Qinglu, and tied the decorative belt on her skirt for her, and wrapped her fingers around a few times to form a beautiful bow.

Seeing Qinglu staring at her movements, she smiled: "Do you like it?"

Qinglu nodded: "...I like it."

"Qinglu, are you willing to go with us?"

Qinglu didn't speak.

She first looked up at the vice president, who seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment, and she vaguely realized that this emotion was born because of herself, not only because of the child's natural intuition, but also because of the vice president. The Dean avoided her gaze.

In the distance, a few children boldly looked around and muttered.

She remembered what Song Pianlu had said before, that she stood outside the door and in front of herself, and she wanted to stand up for herself.

Qinglu lowered her head and looked back at Song Pianliu's beautiful light brown pupils who were close at hand. She smiled and waited patiently for her reply.

"...Mmm." Qinglu's response was very light.

The Song family didn't really adopt Qinglu, they only went through the formalities of acting as a prisoner, and took Qinglu from the relief home to live with the Song family.The foundation under Qinglu's name is still in operation, and the Song family didn't intervene. They only called the person in charge of the foundation to meet with the Song family at the beginning, so as to save some people from getting too old to make small moves.

Qinglu is only 8 years old now, she was led by Song Pianli out of the cabin, and entered the Song family's courtyard.

There is a scene in front of the main courtyard, which is made into a cluster of small universes, with several planets in a row, rotating gracefully with the sound of light music, surrounded by nebulae, which disperse and gather again from time to time, like the skirt of a planet, beautiful and dreamy .

Song Pianlu was telling Mrs. Xue about the room she was going to live in, and took her hand and shook it playfully twice:

"Qinglu like the ocean or the universe? Others are also fine."

According to Song Pianyu's research, these two are currently the most popular room settings among children under the age of 10.

Qinglu's eyes fell on the moon in the setting.

Song Pianlu noticed: "Universe?"

"No." Qinglu pursed her lips tightly, squeezed Song Pianliu's hand, and called out an unfamiliar name for the first time, "...Sister Song, I want to be the same as you."

Song Pianyi was taken aback, then smiled and said:

"it is good."

When Song's father took Song Pina to pick him up, he didn't say too much in detail, he only said that he was picking up the orphan of an old friend.Song Pianyi later found out that Qinglu's parents were two senior engineers who were jointly responsible for the design of the "moon orbit".More than a year ago, the G32 section of the lunar orbit project deviated from the established track due to a computer error. Qinglu's parents rushed to the scene as the person in charge. The lunar orbit collapsed and no one survived.

Nowadays, human beings are marching towards the interstellar era, and there are constantly dazzling projects in the world, such as holographic games, ecological simulations, home AI robots, etc. Of course, the most attractive thing is the mysterious and vast universe that keeps getting closer to human beings.

The lunar orbit project is one of the more eye-catching ones.Strictly speaking, this project did not break away from the earth, but built a habitable zone along the orbit of the moon at the high altitude of the earth for people to live in.

Qinglu's parents have been preparing for this project for many years. They probably didn't expect that one day they would lose their lives on the moon orbit, leaving behind only their daughter who has not yet grown up.

After reading the information, Song Pianxuan felt that Qinglu's younger sister was even more distressing.

This generation of the Song family has lush branches and leaves, but they are still young saplings. As the eldest daughter of the Song family's direct line, the 14-year-old Song Pianyi is called her sister by a bunch of radish heads. sense of responsibility.

After knowing what happened to Qinglu, Song Pianlu simply took a half-month vacation to accompany Qinglu to familiarize herself with the environment at Song's house.

There are many members of the Song family, but they don't live together on weekdays. There are only Song Pianlu's family in the house, except Song's father and Song's mother Zeng Qing.

As a mother, Zeng Qing was soft-hearted, but she hadn't even taken care of Song Pianliao personally, and she couldn't do anything to deal with a child who was much more sensitive than Song Pianliao.

Later, seeing that her daughter was better at raising children than herself, after expressing her kindness, she decided to become a hands-off shopkeeper with peace of mind.

In the first few days, Song Pianjue accompanied Qinglu to get familiar with Song's residence, and would take her for a walk by the artificial lake every afternoon, privately she told the careful Mrs. Xue to pay more attention to Qinglu's reaction.

Within two days, Mrs. Xue came to Song Pianliu and said that Miss Qinglu resisted her entering the room. Although she did not directly stop her, every time Mrs. Xue went in, she would stand upright by the side until she finished cleaning and left.

"And I found a...toy wooden sword next to Miss Qinglu's pillow?" Mrs. Xue said in a puzzled tone, "At first I thought Miss Qinglu liked that toy, but Miss Qinglu never took it off, so I just Didn't dare to move."

Song Pina was looking at the baking recipe and baking desserts. After hearing Mrs. Xue's words, she immediately remembered the thin and tattered wooden sword that Qinglu held in the hand that day when she was in the discarded box.

"Well, don't touch her things."

Song Pina waited for more than ten minutes, the oven made a pleasant sound, and put the pastry on the plate by herself.

Song Pianlu tasted it and found it to be pretty good, so she picked up the round plate and went up to the second floor to find Qinglu.

She knocked on the door: "Qinglu, it's me."

The door was quickly opened, this time she focused on observing, Qinglu's body tensed for a moment when he opened the door, and he relaxed only when he found himself in front of the door.

It seems that, as Mrs. Xue said, Qinglu has a strong sense of territory in her room.Song Pianlu secretly remembered it in her heart, and raised the pastry plate in her hand with a smile:

"I'm learning to bake recently, help me taste how it tastes."

Qinglu moved his nose: "It smells so good."

"Well, it's Butterfly Cake, do you like it?"

"It seems that I haven't eaten."

"A relatively simple beginner's recipe." Song Pianli bit her lips and smiled, as if a little shy, but still said generously, "Just started learning, don't be disgusted."

As she spoke, she led Qinglu to the sofa, picked out the most beautiful butterfly cake and handed it to her, she observed Qinglu calmly, Qinglu was obviously much more comfortable when facing her, sitting on a small bench He took small bites of the Butterfly Cake and wiped away the crumbs on his hands little by little.

As long as you like to eat, it is said in the information that Qinglu likes to eat desserts, and Song Pianlu is not interested in cooking, so I tried to make the silent children happy, and it seems that the effect is not bad.

While Qinglu was eating butterfly cakes, Song Pianju walked around, and as expected, she found the abrupt little wooden sword by the bedside.

She frowned and thought.

"Sister Song."

There was a call from behind, she turned her head, and Qinglu was sitting on the bench with soft hair and a beige sweater, her legs couldn't reach the ground, and there was still some sweet pastry crumbs on her mouth, a beautiful reddish-brown color. With big eyes, it can melt people's hearts when looking at them.

Holding a big butterfly cake in her small hands, she tilted her head:

"Sister Song won't you eat?"

Song Pina turned around, walked towards her, pinched her face with itchy hands, and said with a smile: "Eat, eat with you."

"it is good."

Qinglu nodded in response, heaving a sigh of relief.

She didn't want Song Pianlu to see the dirty wooden sword.

At that time, the young Qinglu didn't know that it was due to her pride. She only knew that it was better to eat sweet pastries with Sister Song than to wander around the room.

Qinglu quickly fell in love with the taste of butterfly cakes. Children prefer beautiful cream cakes or frosted biscuits. She never ordered butterfly cakes when she went to the dessert shop with her parents, and she never ate them in the orphanage. Song Pianlu made them It was the first time she ate butterfly cakes.

Qinglu likes it, and Song Pianlu dotes on her, and often makes it for her, and the craftsmanship becomes more and more proficient.

Until one time, Song Pianliu's aunt brought her cousin Xu Zhaojiu to visit, and Song's mother Zeng Qing asked Song Pianliu and Qinglu to come to see the guests.

The aunt of the Song family is a complete face control, and she also likes children. When she saw Qinglu, her eyes lit up, and she said to Zeng Qing: "...Why don't you hold a banquet to let everyone know Xiaolu? You take care of it, how painful it is, this child."

Zeng Qing couldn't say that Qinglu was a bit shy and not talkative, like a cat with a stress response, he probably had to get used to it for a while, so he just said:

"What's the hurry, there will be opportunities in the future."

Xu Zhaojiu held the plate of butterfly cakes and refused to put it down, biting it in his mouth and holding it in his arms, he couldn't speak clearly:

"The crispy cakes made by my cousin are really delicious—ahh, I want my cousin to raise her head and make crispy cakes for me."

Zeng Qing teased her: "How delicious is it?"

"The best food in the world!" Xu Zhaojiu, who is a fan of the big cousin, said loudly, "My cousin is the best in everything."

It made everyone laugh.

Qinglu looked at Song Pianlu with a bright smile and starry eyes.

Song Pianlu stretched out her hand and pinched Xu Zhaojiu's cheek with a doting look on her face.

Xu Zhaojiu hugged Song Pianliao's arm and acted like a baby.

Song Pianliu stroked Xu Zhaojiu's hair.

Qinglu's fingers were ruthlessly digging at the velvet pillow, and the hair hanging down her forehead blocked the corners of her flat lips.

Xu Zhaojiu quickly followed Aunt Song's family to leave, Song Pianliu turned around, took Qinglu's hand and walked home:

"Let's go back to the room and take a nap."

Children need a lot of sleep, and Qinglu also has the habit of taking a nap. When she wakes up, she can go for a walk around the lake.Song Pianlu was planning, but found that the child she was leading didn't take a step. She looked back and asked patiently:

"what's wrong?"

Qinglu raised her fair face, the corners of her lips twitched, and she gave a strange smile. Her thick eyelashes fell and then flew up, like a small butterfly with its first wings, fragile and beautiful. Only children have clear pupils.

Qinglu moved his hand up, stood on tiptoe to hug Song Pianliao's arm, but failed because he couldn't reach it.She had no choice but to lean over gently, hugging Song Pianliu's waist, raised her head, imitating Xu Zhaojiu's tone of voice.

"I'm so sleepy."

Thinking of Xu Zhaojiu's "Big Cousin" in one mouthful, Qinglu's "Sister Song" also had to make an inch of it, and changed it into a more intimate voice:

"elder sister."

Song Pianlu's heart melted immediately, and there were clusters of surprises in her heart.This was the first time that Qinglu smiled, and it was also the first time that he took the initiative to approach him.

And Qinglu was already beautiful, a little beauty, cuter than her cousins, she couldn't be liked just sitting there, let alone being so cute and coquettish.

Song Pianlu rubbed Qinglu's hair, and smiled without hesitation:

"We're going back now."

Since Xu Zhaojiu came that day, Qinglu instinctively knew what to do.She likes Song Pianlu to be with her, cook food for herself, take a walk or read a book with her.

Sometimes someone would come to teach Song Pianliao. When Song Pianliao was in class, she would sit quietly beside her, waiting for Song Pianliao to look up from time to time.

When Song Pianlu looked at her, she felt very relieved.When Song Pianlu looked at other people...she didn't like it.

Qinglu understands speculation in a child's way, and gradually understands that Song Pianlu likes to see her cute and sensible, so she laughs more and more, and becomes more proficient.

Later Xu Zhaojiu came again, Qinglu secretly compared and felt that he was cuter than her when he smiled, she was a little relieved.

But soon Xu Zhaojiu brought her bad news:

"go to school?"

"Yes, little sister Lu, my mother said you are going to school, don't be afraid, I am two grades higher than you, and I will take care of you in school from now on."

Before Qinglu could react, Xu Zhaojiu continued:

"My mother also said that the eldest cousin is going to school soon, and the three of us will go back to school together."

Qinglu was a little dazed, and blinked: "Then will my sister and I still be together?"

Xu Zhaojiu was intrigued by his beautiful younger sister, imitating his elder cousin's move and pinching Qinglu's face with his claws, pretending to be old-fashioned:

"Oh, sister Lu, my cousin is going to middle school, we are going to elementary school, we are not together - why are you doing, why are you not going to cry!"

Seeing Qinglu's eyes glisten, Xu Zhaojiu quickly let go of his hand in fright.

The adults who were talking next to him immediately surrounded him, and Song Pianliu walked the fastest, squatting down and hugging Qinglu:

"Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

The aunt of the Song family next to her also asked her daughter:

"What's the matter Xu Zhaojiu?"

Xu Zhaojiu blamed himself deeply, looked at his sinful little hands, and said in a childlike voice, "I made little sister Lu cry, I'm such a bad woman."

"...You watch less TV series for me, Xu Zhaojiu."

Qinglu hugged Song Pianli's neck, tears falling like a string of small pearls:

"Going to school... I don't want to..."

She has worked so hard, why should she separate from her sister?

The young Xiao Qinglu became more and more wronged as he thought about it, and couldn't stop crying.

The adult next to him looked at the human cub who was scared to cry at school, and cried because of his cuteness.

No matter how Qinglu cried when his sisters and sisters started school together, they still had to go to school.

Song Pianlu has been inviting professors to come to her home to make up her progress, but she is also a member of the student union, and there are still several group assignments waiting for her to complete this semester, and the vacation cannot be extended any longer.

Before going to school, Song Pianlu still had one thing to do.

She found Qinglu before the setting of the planet in front of the house. Song Pianliu walked over and looked into the distance. Qinglu was sitting on a swing chair, looking at the moon in it.

When she came to him, Qinglu had already turned his head to look at her.

"elder sister."

Qinglu called her sister in a sweet voice, which made Song Pianlu stretch her eyebrows, opened the wooden box in her hand, and handed it to Qinglu.

"See if you like it."

"This is……?"

"It's a small dagger." Of course, it's unsharp, the back and blade are blunt and smooth, and it's safe except for the harder material. She specially asked someone to make it.

"Look, does it look like your little wooden sword? But it's much thicker than a wooden sword." Song Pianlu's tone became lively as much as possible. She took Qinglu's hand and led her to touch the raised lines on the dagger, "This Your name is engraved on it, Qing-Lu, do you like it?"

Qinglu's small, soft fingertips stroked the dagger.

Song Pianlu slowed down her tone: "The little wooden sword is very good, it helped you. But it is not unique, Qinglu will have something better than it."

She was afraid that Qinglu would not be able to understand the meaning of this, just like Uncle Zhong who was doing things for her was a little puzzled, why did he use a dagger instead of a wooden sword, what is the difference between the two?He suggested that Song Pianyi prepare a big doll for Qinglu, which not only feels safe, but also more suitable for children, and girls like it.

But Song Pianlu feels that Qinglu prefers to receive such a gift, which is harder than a thin wooden sword, has a bit of weight, and has a blunt sound when knocked, and a thick sense of security in the palm of his hand.

What she wanted Qinglu to understand was that she didn't need to immerse herself in the deep anxiety of that day, and rely on the thin and fragile toy wooden sword to satisfy her sense of security. The rest of my life is safe and sound, and my life goes smoothly.

She didn't want Qinglu to feel that sweet things like dolls and dolls could replace everything, and a certain amount of toughness and aggressiveness could protect herself better.

Of course, Qinglu can have all the tough and soft ones - Song Pianlu has prepared those beautiful things for Qinglu at the same time, and they have been placed on Qinglu's bedside, tied with cute bows.

"...So, let's put away the little wooden sword, shall we?" Song Pianlu asked.

When she spoke, she watched Qinglu's expression, if Qinglu felt a little reluctant and uneasy, she would immediately put away the small dagger.

But Qinglu did not.

Qinglu's five fingers slumped, clinging to the dagger: "It's cool... Thank you sister, I like this gift."

"Really?" Song Pianlu confirmed.

"En." Qinglu nodded seriously.

She really likes it.She had long felt that the wooden sword was too fragile, and would bend if it was broken hard.

This small dagger looks much better, Qinglu scratched the blade with his fingertips, imagining if it could be cut thinner here...

"And a little gift."

Qinglu looked up, what else?

Song Pianliu took out a blue gift box from behind the swing chair as if conjuring.

"I wanted you to discover it yourself and give you a surprise, but I didn't expect that I would have to open it for you to see."

With a light swipe of Song Pianyi's finger, the gift box popped open, revealing the exquisite hologram inside, only the size of a button.

Under Song Pianlu's eyes, Qinglu pressed down on the holographic device, and in the next moment, a projection like a courtyard setting was displayed in the air. As long as Qinglu wanted to, she could use her personal terminal to connect to the holographic device and truly enter this small universe .

The difference is that this small universe has only one moon.

In the next moment, the moon was pulled farther and smaller, and fell back to the blue planet. The sky was so close that it seemed as if you could touch the Milky Way with your hand.The Milky Way is like a group of dense and fine gemstones falling on the black velvet. A semicircular trajectory crosses the black velvet, and along the trajectory, moons of varying sizes, large or small, and waxing and waning fall.

"Qinglu, do you know? Your name means 'Moon Track'."

Song Pina looked at the moon:

"Your name is beautiful, and so is the moon, don't be afraid of it."

Moon, lunar orbit.

In physical education class, when there was no one in the class, Qinglu turned on the holographic device, glanced at the moon that Song Pianliu gave her, and caught a glimpse of someone pushing the door in from the corner of her eye. She pressed her finger, put away her moon, and He took out an exercise and wrote it.

"That... Qinglu."

Qinglu raised his head, and in front of him was the school committee of the class, they had participated in the physics competition together.

"what's up?"

"Please accept this." The school committee handed out a transparent crystal box, which contained a rose petal. Open the box, and there will be a rain of roses, which is very popular recently.

The school committee looked at the girl in front of them, and their hearts were as hot as the red of a rose.

He has known Qinglu for a long time, Qinglu is the most beautiful girl in the class and even in the whole school.She skipped two grades and was younger than everyone else, but her grades were always first.I heard that her family background is very good, she comes in and out with luxury cars, and her only friend is Xu Zhaojiu, a well-known young lady in the school.

She doesn't take the initiative to talk to people, so people don't dare to get close to her, but she looks so close when they participate in the competition together, as if the stars finally set down, emitting a more dazzling light.

At this time, she was right in front of his eyes, and the school committee stumbled and added: "I just want to give you this thing, there is no other meaning."

He didn't even dare to ask this girl to associate with him.

Under his blushing gaze, Qinglu put down her pen, sat upright and gracefully, and said with a slight smile:

"Thank you, but it's better for us to focus on our studies now. This gift is too expensive. Take it back."

The school committee put away the rose petals and left sadly.

Xu Zhaojiu heard about it from nowhere, and winked when they returned to the Song residence after school together: "What's the number of this month? It's really you, little sister Lu."

Qinglu looked at the phone and responded casually: "Huh?"

"Damn, it's really the first love - but our Xiao Lu is only 12 years old, it's not that time yet."

Xu Zhaojiu shook his head, when he mentioned Qinglu's age, he couldn't help thinking of the bitter history.

Back then when Qinglu was about to enroll, Xu Zhaojiu thought it was his turn to be the older sister, and vowed to take good care of her younger sister Xiaolu who was two grades lower than him.Unexpectedly, one month after entering school, younger sister Xiao Lu skipped two grades and came to her class with her schoolbag, and Xu Zhaojiu was far behind in the midterm exam.

I heard that if her cousin didn't stop her and let her experience more campus life, Qinglu even wanted to skip the elementary school and go to the middle school to find her cousin.

That's terrible, it's like turning yourself from a sister to a sister, no, it's a stinky brother.

Xu Zhaojiu still feels horrible when he thinks about it now, and couldn't help but blah blah for a long time, but Qinglu kept looking at his phone with his head down, ignoring her.

Qinglu was a little short last year, but this year he reached the puberty period, and quickly grew taller. He has a slender frame of a girl, and Xu Zhaojiu himself is also thin, but I have to admit that every inch of Qinglu's body seems to be just right, no more, no less , especially that face, was once jointly rated as the campus goddess by several schools.

She originally wanted Qinglu to take care of herself, but looking at her side face and black temples, she was so absorbed in admiring her that she forgot to speak.

Until Qinglu looked up, the corners of his lips could not stop turning up:

"My sister is going home today."

"Ah, big cousin is coming back? It's not easy."

They are now in the second year of junior high school, and Song Pianlu is already in the third year of high school.Song Pianxuan went to N country for a year of exchange on behalf of the school, and only occasionally returned to China, and then took the unified examination for the third year of senior high school in China.

"Come back now, are you preparing for the exam?"

"Probably so." After Qinglu finished speaking, he looked out the window, the scenery outside the window was left behind by the passing cars,