Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

"Little fox to exercise, like chick to nod, nod, nod, like duckling, shrug, shrug, shrug—"

Childish and somewhat ridiculous nursery rhymes echoed in the woods, about little snowball's favorite little fox.

The originally cheerful nursery rhyme has a sad tone, it seems that the person who sings the nursery rhyme will cry in the next second.

Song Yinzhi sang out of tune nursery rhymes hoarsely, pushed aside the branches in front of him, and came to the end of the hillside.

At that time, my heart was like being burned to ashes by a fire, and the little chubby face of Little Xueqiu always appeared in my mind.

Song Yinzhi looked at his blood-drenched hands, tears welled up in his eyes.

He raised his head, looked at the end of the hill ahead, and walked slowly.

Whenever a child has an accident, he may spend the rest of his life in self-blame.

only--

Something seems wrong?

At that moment, Song Yinzhi's eyes widened, and the torch of hope was rekindled in his already dead heart.

The end of the hill is not a cliff!

It's a gentle slope of a hundred degrees!

And the gentle slope below!It is a clear stream!

No, no, this is not the point, the point is——

The little figure sitting by the creek, no matter how you look at it, looks like his family's little snowball!

"Little...Little Xueqiu?" At this moment, Song Yinzhi's lips were trembling with excitement.

Hearing the sound, the little figure turned around and let out an inexplicable "da".

"It's really a little snowball!"

Originally, Song Yinzhi's tears were still rolling in his eyes, but the moment the little figure turned his head, the tears broke the embankment.

"Little Snowball!" Song Yinzhi's legs turned into turbines, and in terms of speed, manned rockets were willing to beat him.

He rushed over, picked up the little snowball and hugged it tightly in his arms, his voice filled with grief and indignation:

"Why did you come here! Didn't I tell you to wait for me where you are!"

Little Xueqiu was tightly squeezed in his arms, and his face was squeezed out of shape.

He stretched out his tender little hand, and patted Song Yinzhi's back lightly, as if to comfort him, but also as if he was helpless for making a fuss about him.

"If you are really lost, what should you do, brother?" Song Yinzhi knew that his tone was too excited just now, so he lowered his voice and said softly.

The little baby propped up half of his body, looked at Song Yinzhi's tearful and dirty little face, after a while, raised his little hand and gently wiped his face.

"I'm sorry... sorry." The little baby said vaguely.

"Chase...Tutu, Diudiu."

Song Yinzhi barely understood what the baby wanted to express, probably because when he was catching dragonflies, the baby was attracted by a passing rabbit, so he followed the rabbit and ran all the way into the woods, and then lost his way.

Song Yinzhi's tense body relaxed slightly. He helped the baby tidy up the messy clothes, rubbed his little face, and said softly, "If you want to chase after a rabbit in the future, you have to tell your brother, okay?"

The little baby nodded, and then buried his head in Song Yinzhi's arms.

An oolong caused both Song Yinzhi and the policeman who helped find the child to be physically and mentally exhausted. After making a simple statement and thanking the busy policemen, Song Yinzhi returned home with the baby and grandma.

The baby was running around in the woods, leaving his clothes dirty. Song Yinzhi had to wash the baby's clothes and dry them in a hurry, otherwise it would rain again in a few days and the baby would have no clothes to change. .

Song Yinzhi squatted in the yard and "hummed and hummed" and scrubbed and washed the baby's clothes hard, while the grandma played with the baby in the house with building blocks.

After the baby skillfully put together a pile of Lego blocks to form a complex Eiffel Tower, the grandfather on the side thought for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"You keep lying to him like this, don't you feel guilty?"

The baby glanced at him and said coldly, "Why should you feel guilty?"

"Because... what is wrong will not become right, what is false will not become true, and what is dead will never come back to life. Doesn't it feel cruel to comfort someone with illusory illusions?"

The baby's hand on the building blocks suddenly stopped, he turned his head slowly, his golden eyes stared motionlessly at the gray-haired old man in front of him, and then he chuckled:

"I'm not a policeman, so I have no obligation to tell him the truth."

The old man smashed his mouth, looked at the too indifferent baby in front of him for a long time, sighed softly, stood up slowly and walked out.

But before leaving the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and tilted his head slightly:

"I hope you won't regret it later."

****

After hiding at his grandparents' house for a week, Song Yinzhi calculated that the nanny and auntie would be back soon, and the group of unscrupulous journalists would have retreated if they couldn't find anyone, so he planned to take the baby home.

Before leaving, grandma picked a large bag of fresh and tender green vegetables from the field and handed them to Song Yinzhi, asking him to take them home to eat:

"Nowadays, the vegetables sold outside have been treated with pesticides, which are unhealthy. If you take them home to eat, no pesticides or fertilizers will help."

I didn't want to take it at first, but I felt that there was too much luggage and it was inconvenient to carry.

But considering that this was the old man's wish, Song Yinzhi obediently accepted it.

Before leaving, he bowed solemnly to his grandma:

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm going back, you have to take good care of your health, I will come back to see you when I have time."

Grandpa and grandma stood at the door of the house leaning on crutches, and waved at Song Yinzhi: "Have a safe trip, give me a call when you get home."

Song Yinzhi nodded, hugged the baby, and said softly, "Little Xueqiu, come and say goodbye to grandparents."

Little Xueqiu looked at the two old men for a long while before saying vaguely, "See you in debt".

The bus leading to the town stopped at the entrance of the village, and Song Yinzhi rushed forward with a pale face holding the baby in his arms. The driver shook his legs, stuck out half of his head impatiently, and shouted, "Hurry up!"

Song Yinzhi hurried and finally caught up with the last bus that passed through the village that day. He got on the bus with the package, found a seat by the window, took off the baby's hat and helped him tidy his hair. Said softly:

"Snowball, we are going home."

Little Xueqiu didn't say anything, just stared blankly out of the car window.

The old bus started shaking like an earthquake.

Song Yinzhi followed the baby's line of sight, but suddenly found two simple old men standing under the bus.

Leaning on crutches, they looked at Song Yinzhi reluctantly, and there seemed to be endless yearning in their cloudy eyes.

What to do, before I left, I already started to miss her.

Song Yinzhi quickly opened the window and waved to the two old people: "Grandpa and grandma, hurry back, it's hot outside."

Grandpa and grandma nodded, stretched out their old hands like dead branches, walked tremblingly to the side of the car, and took Song Yinzhi's hand:

"My dear grandson, go home often and have a look."

"Close the windows! The train is about to start!" The uncle driver roared dissatisfied.

Song Yinzhi quickly withdrew his hand: "Go back quickly, I'm leaving, goodbye."

The car started slowly, and the heavy tires rolled over the old dirt road, raising yellow sand all over the sky.

Song Yinzhi closed the window, but his eyes stayed on the two old people.

They leaned on crutches and walked extremely slowly, but their bad legs stubbornly tried to catch up with the cars carrying their grandchildren.

The bus moved forward quickly, and soon left the two old people far behind.

Gradually, their figures became smaller and smaller until they completely disappeared from sight——

Song Yinzhi sighed deeply, he turned his head to look at Xiao Douding in his arms, with a smile on his bitter expression:

"Snowball, do you like grandparents?"

The little baby didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. With his little hand on Song Yinzhi's arm, he looked at the bald advertisement behind the front seat in confusion.

After sitting for a while, the baby felt bored, made two "da da" sounds, then twisted his small body around in Song Yinzhi's arms, lay down in his arms, and dozed off.

After a tiring journey all the way, I finally arrived home before dark.

Holding the baby, Song Yinzhi looked around like a spy at the door, saw the empty yard, and after making sure that the reporters had left, he carefully carried the baby into the yard.

Gouzi Yaoji was so excited when he saw the excrement shovel officer he hadn't seen for a long time, his book was three feet high, and he let out a laugh, and jumped straight on Song Yinzhi's body.

"Hahaha, you are too excited, slow down, don't hurt the baby." Song Yinzhi rubbed the dog's head, kissed the dog in the yard for a while, and then carried the baby into the house.

There was an urgent letter on the carpet at the door, which said "Feng Qi received".

Eh?Who would send documents to a baby who can't read a few big characters?

Song Yinzhi picked up the documents casually, and the first thing he did when he entered the house was to call his grandparents to report their safety.

"Du-doo--" The busy sound of the phone went on for a long time, but no one answered.

Thinking that grandparents might have already fallen asleep, Song Yinzhi felt that it was not good to disturb them any more, and planned to finish the fight tomorrow.

At this time, in the dilapidated old rural house, the yellow landline phone rang again and again, which seemed a little mysterious in the silent night.

On the bed were two paper figurines, a man and a woman. Their faces looked a little old, and when the wind blew, they shook slightly——