Zongling Biography

Chapter 15 Injured
Every time Sijiu went crazy like a little cat outside, and Qingyuan walked back with his clothes on the back of his neck, he was very reluctant in his heart.

Qing Yuan's body always has a nice smell of soap, that kind of clean and earthy fragrance.

She likes to smell this kind of smell, so she can only be happy to be carried by Qing Yuan, holding her nose tightly and inhaling greedily.

She is not a girl compared to him, she is always dirty, but he is so spotless.

She always hangs on Qing Yuan like a pendant, and Qing Yuan is happy to let this little sister just rely on her.

Listening to her sweet shout: "Brother Qingyuan, brother Qingyuan."

Whether it is the innocent and lovely Sijiu now, or the cruel Sijiu in the future, whenever she recalls Qingyuan, there will be a warm smile on her face, and of course, there will be deep nostalgia.
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One afternoon, it snowed heavily in the mountains, and this was the first heavy snowfall in winter. Sijiu was wearing the red cloak that Aunt Chunman newly sewed for her, circling wantonly in the snow.

She begged for a long time before the teacher gave her half a day off. She dragged Qing Yuan and the dumb girl out to the back mountain.

In this quiet snow-white, there is a touch of bright red, and the picture is as beautiful as a painting.

If the picture is still at this moment, and the three children can be so unscrupulous forever, cheering enthusiastically because of a snow, how good it would be?
Qing Yuan chased after her and reminded worriedly: "Slow down! Be careful not to fall!"

Sijiu is like a cunning rabbit who is having fun, how can he listen to Qingyuan's nagging.

As soon as Qing Yuan's words fell, a ball of red, rolling meat slid and rolled down the mountain.

He and the dumb girl were shocked, and they reached out to grab her at the same time, but they didn't grab the corner of her clothes.

The dumb girl followed Sijiu without any hesitation, and she was relatively agile in reaching out after practicing kung fu all the year round.

But Qing Yuan jumped forward, the speed of running would never be faster than the speed of rolling.

When the two of them caught up with Sijiu, she hit a big rock and stopped rolling.

She groaned and screamed in pain, her clothes, hair and even her eyebrows were covered with crystal snowflakes.

Qing Yuan hurriedly patted the snow off her head, and asked worriedly in his eyes: "How is it? Where did you get hurt?"

Sijiu pointed to his feet in pain, "Brother Qingyuan, your ankle hurts."

Her pitiful appearance made Qing Yuan's heart ache.

He didn't know how to deal with this kind of problem either. With the help of his dumb girl, he carried Sijiu on his back and was about to walk back when he heard the squeaking sound of a small animal...

The voice dragged on for a long time, as if calling for help or wailing.

The three children looked at each other and listened quietly to the source of the voice.

Sijiu patted Qingyuan's not-so-broad back, "Brother Qingyuan, let me down, I'm going to have a look over there."

Qing Yuan frowned and didn't let go, "You should take care of yourself first! You must go back with me for treatment immediately."

Sijiu saw that Qingyuan didn't loosen at all, and was about to walk home, so he felt anxious and rolled on his back.

The dumb girl looked at Qingyuan in embarrassment, protecting Sijiu with her hands, for fear that she would fall off his back again.

Qingyuan had no choice but to let her down, and when Sijiu saw that he had succeeded, a glint of complacency flashed in his eyes.

The two of them supported the limping Sijiu and walked towards the tree hole over there. According to the source of the sound, the animal should be in this tree hole.

(End of this chapter)