my sick white moonlight

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In fact, let alone falling in love, Shi Zhiqing didn't know why Zhang Youming was offended again. Every time she went to find him, she failed, and Shi Zhiqing didn't even think about it. Why did Zhang Youming leave early that day?

I don't care about that much anymore, a lot of things happened recently, Shi Zhenzhu was admitted to the hospital again, and she stopped playing mahjong after she was discharged from the hospital, so she could rest at home and get some flowers and plants every day.

A new resident moved across from the house. The single father brought his three-year-old daughter. The father and daughter lived in such a big single-family villa. Sitting is half a day.

She always wears a floral dress with vintage fabric, and the paint is all over her body.

When Shi Zhenzhu went to throw flowers, she chatted with the little girl's father, and learned that the little girl's name is Nian Xing, who was born with autism, her mother ran away with someone, and now her father is a freelancer , a children's illustrator, and convenient to take care of Nian Xing.

Shi Zhenzhu didn't have a daughter herself, when she saw Nian Xing, she felt that kind of pity from the bottom of her heart.

What a cute little girl, Shi Zhenzhu often came back to tell Shi Zhiqing, Shi Zhiqing didn't pay attention at first, but later Shi Zhenzhu mentioned it more often, sometimes he would tease Nian Xing when he came home from get off work, but most of the time he read Xing didn't pay much attention to him.

After a long time, Shi Zhiqing discovered that Nianxing would run to the front yard alone at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, often holding a rose in his hand, sometimes it was withered, and sometimes it was very delicate.

It doesn't matter, what makes Shi Zhiqing feel wrong is that Nian Xing always looks at his room on the second floor, his eyes are cold, not like what a normal three-year-old child should have, at first Shi Zhiqing didn't let go. In my heart, I thought that Nian Xing was just immersed in her world because of autism.

But the further back, Shi Zhiqing felt more and more creepy, because Nian Xing would smile at him, you must know that in the past, when Shi Zhiqing teased her during the daytime, she basically ignored her.

It was embarrassing to say it, Shi Zhiqing couldn't believe that he would be frightened by a little girl, after he told Shi Zhenzhu about it, Shi Zhenzhu gave him two big eyes and said; "She's only one or three years old Little girl, what can you do wrong? What are you afraid of? A guilty conscience? "

"It's not because I'm afraid that she will play tricks on her." Shi Zhiqing wanted to explain, but couldn't put it into words. The feeling is hard to describe, it's to the point where you get chills down your spine when you see it. "I just think it's weird. By the way, I've seen his dad's interjection, which gives me the feeling of a dark fairy tale. I don't know if it's because of this."

"How old are you still watching children chime in?" Shi Zhenzhu said as he hugged the rose with the big branches cut off with old newspapers, and the movement was very skillful.

Shi Zhiqing was curious, and asked, "Where are you going to send these flowers?"

"For Nian Xingjia." Shi Zhenzhu tied a bow with a small decorative hemp rope, and sprayed some water with a sprinkler. "Too many flowers. Last time I went to throw them away, Nianxing's father said it was a pity to throw them away. Nianxing likes roses."

Shi Zhiqing frowned, feeling that the roses he saw Nian Xing holding up every night were planted by her own family.

This matter got Shi Zhenzhu's attention because she had sleep disorder after the tumor treatment. As usual, Shi Zhenzhu tossed and turned on the bed, and simply went downstairs to sit in the living room, either in a daze or watching TV.

Hearing the noise from the front yard at first, Shi Zhenzhu thought it was the black girl walking outside, and wondered why the black girl didn't sleep like himself in the middle of the night, but after the black girl entered the room, she rubbed against her legs Rubbing away, she heard the noise in the front yard again.

Her first reaction was that a thief had broken in, but the security of this community has always been good, so why would there be unfamiliar outsiders?For the sake of safety, Shi Zhenzhu ran upstairs and knocked on Shi Zhiqing's door.

Shi Zhiqing's sleep has also been shallow recently, when she heard the knock on the door, she turned over and got up, looked at Shi Zhenzhu with sleepy eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It seems like a thief has broken in. I heard noises from the front yard in the living room." Shi Zhenzhu whispered, seeing Shi Zhiqing's badminton racket hanging on the door, she took it off. "Go down and have a look."

"No way, there won't be outsiders coming in here?" Having said that, Shi Zhiqing took the badminton racket and made a defensive posture. After walking to the stairs, he turned to look at Shi Zhenzhu, and asked, "Why are you?" In the living room in the middle of the night?"

"Can't sleep."

Shi Zhiqing nodded thoughtfully, tried not to make a sound as she walked down, there was a big gap in the door of the living room, which was convenient for black girls to get in, Shi Zhiqing looked over through this gap, and saw no one outside .

"Did you see anyone?" Shi Zhiqing said softly.

"What if you hide in the dark? Be careful."

Just as Shi Zhenzhu finished speaking, music suddenly sounded at the gate of the courtyard. It was a familiar nursery rhyme, Lu Binghua.

It's the singing style of the earliest choir, which sounds scary in the middle of the night.

I know the stars in the middle of the night can sing

On homesick nights, he sings with me like this

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The stars in the sky don't speak

The doll on the ground misses her mother

The stars in the sky blink, blink

Mother's heart, Lu Binghua

Shi Zhiqing was fascinated by the sound, thinking who is this person, what is he doing?I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and ran to the door of someone's house to play this song.

Before she could figure out why, the next second she saw Shi Zhuzhu trot out and opened the door of the front yard. It was Nian Xing standing outside with her mobile phone on the ground, and she was still holding that kind of toy hammer in her hand.

Nianxing's hair was scattered and draped over her shoulders, she was wearing a cartoon pajamas, and her little red leather shoes with bows were reversed from left to right.

"Oh my dear, why are you standing here?" Shi Zhenzhu went over and picked up Nian Xing, almost lost his footing because of being too nervous.

Shi Zhiqing frowned, and looked at the opposite side, the lights were in the dark, this father is too irresponsible, the child ran out at four o'clock in the morning without knowing it.

How can such a person be worthy of being a father?Shi Zhiqing thought about three steps at a time, walked to the opposite side, the door was open, walked straight in, and shouted upstairs after reaching the living room: "Is anyone there? The child ran out."

There was no answer, at this time Shi Zhenzhu followed Nian Xing with her arms in her arms, and the music in the phone had been turned off.

"Is anyone here?"

Still no one answered, Shi Zhuzhu thought about going up to have a look, but was stopped by Shi Zhiqing, in case something happened up there, it would be hard to say, the child ran outside again, and it would be difficult to be beaten up, but he learned I learned the lesson from Xie Ting's incident last time.

Shi Zhiqing chose to call the police, and after a while, someone came, went upstairs to check, and found that there was no one upstairs.

In other words, Nian Xing's father is not at home at all.

The police called him, knowing that his daughter had run out in the middle of the night, and came back reeking of alcohol.

It was almost six o'clock then.

After finishing everything, it was almost time to go to work. Shi Zhiqing, who hadn't slept well, was in a trance. When she saw Zhang Youming calling her in the afternoon, she thought she was hallucinating.

[The author has something to say: Friends, should my cover be changed?Why can't I see it here! 】