love you like a song

The woman walked over with bare feet step by step.She stood on the balcony and looked down, and found that there were many people below. They were all watching her and talking, and some of them even shouted at her.

The woman trembled all over, she wanted to leave, but her body wouldn't allow it.

Suddenly there was a huge force behind him.

boom--

A heavy object fell from the sky and landed in front of Shi Qing.

"Someone jumped off the building—"

The woman's sharp cry and the sound of chaotic footsteps rang in Shi Qing's ears. Shi Qing opened his mouth and called out to the corpse in front of him: "Mom..."

These are the last two words he uttered.

Afterwards, he lost his voice and could no longer speak a word.

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Half a month later, Shi Qing sat in a kindergarten in Beijing without saying a word.There is no air conditioner or electric fan in the classroom. Sitting in it is like sitting in a big steam oven, but he only feels cold.

A fat woman sat across from him, her fat face covered with sweat, and said in disgust. "I have two children in my family, and I'm almost exhausted. How can I raise another one? Aren't you his class teacher? You go raise it!"

"I'm going to get married soon, why can't I take a child with me?" Another thin man said, waving the cattail fan in his hand.

"What are you looking at me for?" The fat middle-aged man who was drinking tea, being watched by the two of them, was choked up and wiped his mouth.

"Come on, who doesn't know that the head of the Shi family has a new partner and is about to enter the house, and the Gu family doesn't have an accurate statement. There is no benefit for me to raise him, so I won't do it!"

A group of people pushed each other, and no one was willing to accept this hot potato. At this moment, the classroom door opened suddenly, and a teacher turned his head to look, showing a disgusted face.

"Why haven't you gone back yet! Don't forget to ask your mother to pay the custody fee next time. We are not a charity here."

Mu Zi'an stood at the door with a bruised nose and a swollen face, carrying a dilapidated schoolbag on his back.

She staggered into the classroom, found a random corner and sat down, opened her backpack and took out a bottle of Dieda wine. While rubbing it on her legs, she silently looked at the younger boy opposite her.

She knew very little, except that this child was worse than her. His mother had just jumped off a building and died, and his father decided to marry her again, so the people around him were unwilling to raise him.

Not only refused to raise him, the fat teacher also walked up to him, pulled his hair, kept shaking his head, and complained. "You know how to drag people down, why don't you die with your good-for-nothing mother? You monster!"

……monster?

Mu Zi'an paused when he smeared the medicinal wine, then suddenly stood up from the ground, walked towards the cursing fat woman, and then poured the bruises in his hand on top of her head, crashing——

"Ah!" The fat woman screamed after being drenched all over her face, then turned around and cursed, "Little brat, what do you want?"

Mu Zi'an sneered at her, now she hates two words, ugly and monster, among which monster is above ugly, she smashed the bottle on the table, the bottle broke, the gap pointed at her, and asked with a smile. "Teacher, what do you want?"

The other two hurriedly pulled them away. In fact, if they didn't pull them away, the fat woman would walk away by herself. The little girl looks really scary now, as if she wants to stab her at any time. The more she smiles, the scarier she becomes .

"What are you trying to do?" The fat woman muttered softly as she returned to her seat. "You little brat, don't you still want to raise this little monster?"

Mu Zi'an sat back to the original place without saying a word, and continued to smear the wound with the rest of the traumatic wine. She was right, she was too young, so young that she could only rely on the charity of her parents to survive.

The wound on his body was just hit by his alcoholic father——

She wiped her nosebleeds a few times casually, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a while, stuffed the last bit of money her mother hid for her into the bag, and then left the house with the bag on her back.

Then she ran all the way here, just in time for a group of people to blame each other, and the fat woman screamed. "Who do you want to talk to? You should say something!"

It's none of her business, Mu Zian didn't get involved.

She continued to rub the bruises on her legs, and then slowly raised her head, looking along the pair of slender legs in front of her, and looked at the little boy standing opposite.

It was a boy with thin hair and thin eyelashes, so he looked slender and delicate. He stood in front of Mu Zi'an like a porcelain doll, silently reaching out to her.

"Don't choose me." The little girl laughed, "I can't even support myself."

But Shi Qing watched her quietly, and he never retracted his outstretched hand.

"They said don't choose me!" Mu Zi'an's face turned cold, and he repeated what he said just now carefully, "I'm only seven years old, and I don't even have the ability to feed you!"

After being disappointed with her family, Mu Zi'an no longer intends to have too in-depth interactions with the people around her. She can help Shi Qing when he is in crisis out of humanitarianism, but she will not do it for him. do more -

The two children stared wide-eyed for a long time.In the end, it was still the fat woman who took Shi Qing, who looked like a little bean, away. After all, the other two teachers did not have the financial conditions to raise children.

"Unlucky!" The fat woman spat on the ground, grabbed Shi Qing's arm, and walked out angrily. On the way, the little boy turned his head from time to time, looking at Mu Zi'an with dark eyes.

"Don't look at me like that!" the little girl shouted with a cold face.

Don't look at me, I will soften my heart.

Girls don't have much money in their pockets.If she wants to settle down here without relying on her parents, she must have a job that is enough to make ends meet.But it is very difficult, she is too young, so she can only go to the commissary to do odd jobs while looking for news about the job.

Times were hard enough, and her alcoholic father was still haunted, always coming to the kindergarten to trouble her.

"Doudou, where did your mother go?!"

"Doudou, Dad has no money, tell Dad where is your mother, okay?"

"Doudou, did your mother hide the money here!"

"Doudou, Dad really has no money, why are you so cruel..."

Mu Zi'an gritted his teeth, you know how to be cruel.

No matter how precocious she is, she is still a seven-year-old child, a child in the upper class.

As the sun was setting, the little girl had one eye blue and was wiping tears while walking home. She passed a person, then stopped and turned to look at him.

Shi Qing, who was carrying a schoolbag, also stopped in his tracks, turned his half-swollen face, and stared fixedly at her.

At that moment, there was a sense of sadness and pity for each other.

"Why do I think so? Don't you still have a mother?" Mu Zi'an scolded himself in his heart, then turned around and continued walking.

There were not so many feasting lights on the deserted street. She saw a candy stall with a disc with twelve zodiac signs on it. A child paid the money and spun the disc.

The pointer turned and turned to point to the dragon, and the child clapped his hands. The stall owner poured the boiled sugar solution on the board, sketched the appearance of the dragon, and then shoveled it down and handed it to the child.

The child held the dragon and ran past the side of the road bouncingly. Along the way, there were all kinds of stalls and people.

They are so happy.

Footsteps came from behind, Mu Zi'an's right hand was gently pulled, she turned her head and saw Shi Qing standing behind her, holding the oil cake wrapped in newspaper towards her, the oil cake was already cold and seeping The newspaper was greasy.

"Eat yourself, I'm not hungry." The little girl was very hungry, but she couldn't eat his food, because she didn't know if it was all the food the little boy had today.

Shi Qing looked at her, then tore a small piece of pancake from the newspaper, and stuffed the rest together with the newspaper.

"...It's no good to please me."

Mu Zi'an said coldly, but he smiled back.

What a fool.

Mu Zian murmured, lowered his head and took a bite of the pancake. At first he took small bites, gradually took big mouthfuls, and finally gobbled it up. After eating, he even unfolded the newspaper, trying to find the fallen cake crumbs.

Then, she made a move.

Looking at the contents of the newspaper, Mu Zi'an murmured, "How is this possible? How could my mother abandon me?"

This is a newspaper from last week, which published a piece of news: Shanghai responds to the upsurge of migrant workers. I don’t know how to take that photo. I just saw a woman’s profile in the corner, and the back is the Shanghai Railway Station.

At that moment, Mu Zi'an felt a strong sense of unreality in her heart, she suddenly ran up holding the newspaper, Shi Qing was stunned, carrying her schoolbag, and chased after her.

Mu Zi'an ran all the way to the train station. At this time, children don't need to buy tickets, ID cards and queues. She can jump in the queue all the way.

"I want to get in the car. I'm going to Shanghai." The little girl blinked her wet eyes and said.

The conductor looked behind her and asked.

"One or two?"

Mu Zi'an looked back and saw Shi Qing, who was only four years old, standing behind her, running crookedly, panting, and his cheeks were a little red.He couldn't speak, but he told her with his eyes, his demeanor, and his hand tightly holding the hem of her clothes: take me away.

"...Sorry, I can't take you away." Mu Zi'an said with difficulty.

I'm going to find my mother.

Shi Qing's eyes darkened, he didn't roll around coquettishly, but just lowered his head quietly and disappointed.

"...I went to other places this time to make sure of one thing." The little girl wanted to reach out and touch his head, but she felt that it was not good to be too intimate, so she retracted her half-stretched hand and looked at him. Follow him and say.

"I will come back when things are confirmed. I will protect you."

Protect you from being hurt like me.

Shi Qing stared at her for a long time, then suddenly took her hand, opened her fingers, and hooked his thin and pale little finger on her little finger.

Then, he raised his head and showed her a warm and trusting smile without haze.

'like you. '

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