The reborn abandoned girl Jinghua

Chapter 1 Late Spring (1)
It was the end of March, and after the spring rain, Xialin Village was surrounded by smoke and clouds, lush and lush, and the rhododendrons on the mountainside were in full bloom among the green trees, which was picturesque.

Song Mujin was standing in the yard, her crimson spring shirt was wrapped around her body like a cage of smoke under the bright spring light, the clear blue sky, soft white clouds, warm spring light, and the bright and beautiful girl looked like a Like a natural ink painting.

Song's mother, Zhang Siniang, cleaned up neatly in the kitchen, looking up from time to time through the window to see Song Mujin in the yard, and when the cleaning was almost done, she called her son Song Yang to come over.

Zhang Siniang divided half of the pea yellow she just made and put it in a plate and handed it to Song Yang, "Give it to my sister, you are not allowed to steal it." My daughter has been ill for a few days, and today she can barely go to the field, and she drank it bitterly for a few days. She thought about making some snacks for her daughter.

Smelling the fragrance of pea yellow, Song Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the remaining half.

Zhang Siniang pinched a piece and brought it to Song Yang's mouth, "The rest is for your grandmother."

Zhang Siniang is ingenious, and the pea yellow she made is sweet and cool, and it melts in the mouth.

Song Yang wanted to eat another piece in his heart, but he nodded sensibly, "One piece is enough for me." After speaking, he walked directly to the main room with the plate, and shouted, "Sister."

Song Mujin didn't seem to hear it.

"Sister." Song Yang stopped and raised his voice.

Only then did Song Mujin come back to her senses, she turned around and wondered Song Yang, "What's the matter?"

Three days later, she returned to this place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Although the life here is poor, her adoptive parents love her as her own daughter, and Song Yang who treats herself as her own sister respects and loves her.

Song Yang gestured to her with the plate in his hand, "Mother made you pea yellow, come and eat."

Song Mujin stroked the cocoons she peeled between her fingers, and said with a smile, "Leave it alone, I'll eat it later." Her adoptive parents treated her very well, and archery was the only thing her adoptive father Song Daping didn't want to do. thing.

Only later did I understand his painstaking efforts - I hoped that I could protect myself well, so I was able to shoot and kill Song Ruotong with my own hands.

Seeing her smiling face, Song Yang was stunned for a moment before saying again, "You are recovering from your illness. Although the weather is warm, it is better not to blow the wind."

Song Mujin knew that Song Yang was worried about her, and the smile on her face became softer, "The wind is not strong, and I'm not a porcelain doll."

It's not just a porcelain doll!Song Yang said something in his heart, turned his head and glanced at the main room, "Then wait for me first."

Turning around and entering the main room, he quickly came out again, holding a pea yellow in one hand and a stool in the other, and walked up to Song Mujin.

Putting the stool behind her, Song Yang said, "Sister, sit down."

For a 12-year-old boy, his concern is clearly shown on his face.Song Mujin smiled and sat down, "Thank you Yang Yang."

My sister seldom talks to him on weekdays, so she is so gentle and close and even praises him!Song Yang reached out and touched his forehead, bent down and squatted down and brought the plate in front of her, "Sister, eat quickly."

Seeing his cautious and worried expression, Song Mujin smiled and squeezed a piece.

Her parents and younger brother, who have no blood relationship with her, are very kind to her, but how do those relatives who are connected with her blood treat her?If it wasn't for Song Ruotong, how would they think of her who had been abandoned for so many years?

Zhang Siniang put the rest on a plate and put it in a bamboo basket. She lowered her head and patted on the clothes, and then straightened her skirt and hair bun, then took the basket and went out.

(End of this chapter)