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There was silence. When Ling Ning didn't speak, Xiao Lin, who was sitting in front of her, was also silent. [To read the latest chapter of this book, please go to]Visit:.
After sitting like this for a long time, Ling Ning couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere.
"so boring¡¡"
"Rin, let's go see that kid." She calmed down and looked for the message conveyed by the unknown. After determining the girl's location, she stood up, ran out of the yard, and walked towards a small building isolated by a waterway.
Since that full-moon night, since she accepted the legacy left by that person, her perception, which was already different from ordinary people, has become sharper. As long as they are at the same latitude, the distance in space can no longer hinder her senses. When she mentioned that girl, her heart could naturally follow the perception conveyed by Ming Ming to find the target.
Xiao Lin didn¡¯t say anything, just stood up and followed Ning¡¯s footsteps and left.
I neither agree nor disagree.
Faintly, there seemed to be a hint of joy on Xiao Lin's slightly immature face.
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The girl who was attacked last night has returned to her home. Her residence is not far from the courtyard where the two were resting.
About ten minutes¡¯ walk, the two came to a three-story building. This small building is located at the intersection of several rivers. The large gate is vermilion-colored and carved with classical reliefs of auspicious clouds. There is a small bamboo ferry on the left side of the gate, and a boat is parked at this time. Boat. To the right is an elevated promenade across the waterway with red lights hanging from it.
Ning knocked on the door and waited a moment.
No one came.
"Is anyone home?"
Ling Ning waited in front of the door for a while, but there was still no one, so she pushed the door directly and went in.
There was no one in the room, and all kinds of furniture were neatly placed.
This floor is the kitchen and there is not much decoration. In the corner of the house is a waterwheel, and next to it is a set of stoves. This set of stoves should have been handed down a long time ago. Except for some old traces, there are no signs of use.
There is no wood or other fuel around the stove, so it is clean and tidy.
The rest is just a round table and a few chairs.
The two of them didn¡¯t stay too long on this floor and went straight up the stairs.
Thirty-six steps, and the railings of each staircase are engraved with strange patterns. This is not unique to this attic, Ling Ning has seen it in many attic courtyards in Su Garden. The second floor of the small building is more complicated. Next to the stairs is a closed door.
Looking across the corridor, three rooms later is a window with eaves.
The windows and doors were locked, and a guzheng was playing.
"Rin, can you play the guzheng?"
"¡¡Won't."
"I have learned some, do you want me to teach you." Ning walked over and brushed off the dust on the guzheng.
With his fingers across the strings, three clear and melodious sounds echoed in the room. The sound is thorough, loud, clean and clear. Even if Ning's appreciation of guzheng is not very good, he can still hear that this instrument is extremely good. Her slender white fingers gently plucked the strings a few times, and a few sweet notes jumped out of the guzheng.
"It's better to avoid it. I always feel that you are not very reliable."
"It's nonsense! In addition to the piano, I have also been exposed to some other musical instruments."
"In other words, we just had contact with each other?"
Putting down his hand, Ning Sheng sighed softly and turned his head: "Maybe, except for the piano."
"Rin, do you know. [Fast updates, clean website pages, few ads, I like this kind of website the most, I must give it a good review]" She opened the window, and a ray of sunlight shone into the slightly dim room: "Eight-year-old Once upon a time, on my birthday, my mother took me to see my father's concert. My father wore a tuxedo and played the piano on the huge stage. The name of the piece was "To My Lovely Daughter" .¡±
"At that time, I thought, when I grow up, I must want to be like my father and become an excellent musician. If I can also play the piano he taught me on this stage, he will be very happy. . After hearing my appeal, my father began to teach me how to play the piano"
"Do not move!"
While the two were silent, a girl with a pale face walked out of the room.
There was a layer of bandage wrapped around her neck. She looked at the two uninvited guests with an ugly face.
She walked over hurriedly and pushed Ning away from Gu Zheng: "Don't touch it."
"You're awake, how are you?"Ning Yangyang smiled and didn't care.
Noting that the girl was still weak, she reached out to support the unsteady girl.
"Why did you come to my house?" She avoided timidly, and the girl hid behind the door cautiously, staring into Ling Ning's eyes.
"Come to see you, is everything okay?" Ling Ning grabbed the girl's hand and hugged her sideways while the little girl looked at her in horror. As she walked towards the house, she chuckled: "If you are not well, you have to lie down. Walking around is not what a good child should do."
"Let, let go!!" The little girl still blushed and struggled in Ling Ning's arms in fear. Except for her mother, not even Aunt Xun had ever hugged her so intimately. Even if she knew this guy was of the same sex, she was still extremely shy.
"If I let go, you would fall~~"
Following Ling Ning, Xiao Lin looked at the scene in front of him calmly and did not stop him.
The girl who was held by Ling Ning like a princess was still struggling: "Put me down, I want to tell Aunt Xun that you bullied me."
"No, I'm taking care of you. It's not okay for a kid who doesn't care about his body to have no one to take care of him. Since Aunt Xun doesn't have time to take care of you, she will definitely not refuse to let me help." Ling Ning opened the door. Regardless of the struggle of the girl in my arms: "If you are sick, be good. If you struggle again, I will spank you."
"Don't bully others." This girl is honest.
"Humph, I learned this posture from Sister Lin." Ling Ning muttered.
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The girl's bedroom, based on the first impression, it is completely impossible to tell that this room is the residence of a young girl.
There are no dolls, pendants, snacks, not even a mirror.
Of course, Ling Ning didn¡¯t mean that the room was shabby. This room is like the room of a lady in ancient times. Although it lacks the youthful and modern atmosphere of a girl, you can tell from every detail how expensive these furniture are. A large wooden 'bed', carved entirely from a huge piece of rosewood. The pattern on the body of the bed is simple, not too decorative, but it has a faint breath of life.
There are screens placed on the left and right sides of the room:
One door is a small bridge with flowing water.
One is Qinghai Yueming.
Then there is a set of tables and chairs, also made of rosewood.
"Would you like some water? I'll pour it for you." Ling Ning asked in a low voice as she gently placed the girl on the bed.
"No." The girl pulled up the quilt and covered her cheeks to hide the blush rising on her face. She felt a strange sense of fear for the guy in front of her who was the first to hold her in his arms and the first to be so intimate with her.
That kind of contact was too close for her and she was not used to it.
Except for her mother, she has never had such close contact with anyone.
not feeling good?
That¡¯s not right. Even in panic, she could feel her heart beating violently.
Strange, there seems to be something else in the fear
"Is the injury healed?" Ning stretched out his hand to 'touch' her neck: "Let me see."
The girl instinctively wanted to run away, but was caught by Ning
"What's the injury?" The girl's eyes evaded, with a hint of panic in her tone.
"The wound on your neck, weren't you bitten by something strange yesterday?"
"'Luan' said, Aunt Xun said I was sick."
"The wound on the neck?"
"There is no wound, it's just dirt that can't be washed off. It doesn't look good, so Aunt Xun asked me to put a bandage on it."
With that said, the girl untied the bandage around her neck. There are no wounds on the tender white skin of the neck. There is only a blue mottled mark left on the wound last night. Not a scar, but like blue ink stuck to my neck.
In Ning¡¯s eyes, there seemed to be some strange liquid flowing in that blue color.
?Bronze color with a heavy texture.
"It doesn't look good. Aunt Xun told me not to show it to others."
"Lin?" Ling Ning touched the colorful blue mark and frowned tightly: "Am I remembering it correctly?"
"The wounds we saw last night should exist."
"That's right." Xiao Lin answered without saying much.
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In the following time, Ling Ning spent the entire afternoon with this girl.
She helps womenThe child peeled the apple and made it into the shape of little rabbits. When Ling Ning was young, whenever she was sick, her mother would always come up with various ways to make her happy. This kind of bunny was what she learned at that time.
"Hey, little girl, what's your name?"
"I don't call you little girl, my mother calls me Su You."
¡°¡Where are your parents, aren¡¯t they at home?¡±
The little girl covered herself in the quilt, obviously not wanting to answer.
Ling Ning continued to ask questions unconsciously: "Xiaoyou is hated by your parents. Hehe, they don't like you anymore!"
"No!" The little girl frowned angrily and retorted: "Mom likes You most. It's just"
"Just what?"
"Ten years ago, not long after Xiaoyou was born, my great-grandfather passed away. Before his death, my great-grandfather left a family motto: People in the Su family must leave this garden when they reach adulthood, and no one is allowed to come back except on the third day of the Qingming Festival. Xiaoyou¡¯s parents, as well as those uncles and uncles, have all left"
"What an idiot! Since they can't live here, you can leave with them."
The little girl suddenly turned around like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on: "You are the idiot!"
"Grandpa also said that children are not allowed to leave this garden until they are adults You are not an idiot!"
"'Touch', 'Touch' your head You are very smart, it's true~"
"Humph~" The little girl raised her chin proudly.
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As the sun gradually set, Ling Ning helped the girl cook porridge.
After finishing the porridge, the girl was silent for a while.
"You, what's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"
Ling Ning took a small spoonful, stuck out her tongue and tasted it: "Sugar has been added."
The girl looked out the window in trance, and saw a row of egrets flying into the distant sky.
The sky is getting late, and the birds have to return home.
It wasn¡¯t until the bird disappeared from the window that You came back to his senses.
She raised her head and asked in a low voice: "Is it big outside?"
"Well, although this garden is very big and outstanding, it's still much bigger outside than here! There are houses hundreds of meters high, cars running on the streets, and a small garden that can make Xiao You fly like a bird. A plane in the sky." Ning sat beside the bed and listed them one by one.
Finally, she said with emotion: "Besides, there are many more people outside than here."
"Is it really so nice out there?"
"Well, what I'm talking about is just in case outside. There are countless sights in Kuili that I haven't seen yet. You, when you grow up, I will take you out to play, okay? I will definitely do it. Very interesting.¡±
"Mom and Dad will definitely see the beautiful world you mentioned when they go out. Do you think they won't want to come back? Do you think they won't want to be alone anymore?"
The girl clutched the sheets tightly and her voice trembled: "This year, they didn't come back to see you during this year's Qingming Festival."
Ling Ning heard the fear in Xiaoyou's heart. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her long hair hard.
She stood up and walked to the window. The gorgeous sunset fell on her face, and her smile was warm: "Hey, are you worried that your parents will forget you Idiot! Of course they will come back. After all, their lovely girl is still here."
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After drinking the porridge, Ling Ning and You played a game.
The girl took a rope and started to turn over the flower rope.
After playing for a while, You was still in high spirits, but Ling Ning found it boring.
"You, I have something more interesting here."
With that said, Ning took out a PSP game console from his pocket.
"I'll teach you how to play."
Turn on the game console, and a delicate little man begins an adventure. After a while, the thrilling and interesting game attracted the little girl's attention: "Sister Ning, can you play for me?"
"Uh-huh."
It was getting late, so Ling Ning left the three-story hut.
Touching the empty pocket, Ning showed a nostalgic expression:
"As expected, I still feel distressed"
"Forget it, let's give it to Xiaoyou. Even if I leave it now, I can still laugh happily."
On the way back, Ling Ning showed a peaceful smile: "I don't need it anymore."
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A long time ago, Ling Ning had just left her parents.
She was sent to grandma¡¯s house by her parents.
?Initially:
She doesn¡¯t like to go out to play and has no playmates.
She also doesn¡¯t get along with her classmates at school, and she doesn¡¯t like to talk.
?Always alone.
As soon as school is over, she hides in her room.
"Nai" "Nai" tried many ways, but she couldn't make friends.
Finally, ¡®Nai¡¯ and ¡®Nai¡¯ thought of a way.
On Ning¡¯s birthday, Nai Nai gave her this game console.
¡°Then¡she will have a playmate!
After graduating from high school, she did not go to college.
enough.
There are grandpa, grandma, grandma, and playmates, which is enough - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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