Sang Li was caught steadily, and the breath he raised in a frightened state was able to be relaxed.

She couldn't help laughing when she looked at Qu Qingmian's cold and even irritable expression.

Although Xiao Ai always looks like she is keeping people from thousands of miles away, she can take action in time at critical moments, and it was also the same as when she was almost bitten by a dog last time.

"Thank you-hee!" Sang Li was about to thank him, but the boy pushed him away.

His eyes were cold, as if it wasn't him who supported the person just now, but Sang Li bumped into him without knowing it, and his whole body was filled with obvious depression.

Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out.

Seeing the boy's inexplicably angry look, Sang Li seemed to be unwilling to stay with her for a moment, so she let him go.

At her teenage years old, she was unwilling to interfere with too much control, otherwise what if she rebelled, she was willing to give her enough time and patience.

Given that there was something wrong with the chair just now, Sang Li was much more cautious this time and shook the other chair hard, and then stepped on it.

After hanging up calligraphy and paintings, Sang Li looked around with satisfaction. The house was not big or new, but it was neat and well-organized. She thought that she would invite her neighbors to visit at night, so she took a break and went to the kitchen to prepare.

Cao Yingxiu mainly made some textile embroidery to sell. In addition, she also planted a vegetable field and delivered vegetables to a small restaurant. When Sangli passed by, the door was covered with a silly sound, and there was a restrained crying sound that thrust and choked.

"Mom...Mom...I feel pain...I know I'm wrong..."

"Don't cry. If you dare to cry, you will suck you again! You can't do any small things well, you still have the face to cry!"

Sang Li quickly pushed the door and went in.

Zhao Cuicui stood at the base of the wall with her shoulders shrank, pursing her lips and not daring to cry. She raised her little hand slightly, a little helpless and scared.

Cao Yingxiu held a slender live bamboo strip in his hand, and his face was full of anger.

"Aunt Cao." Sang Li shouted.

Cao Yingxiu turned around, smiled on her face, threw away the bamboo strips casually, and pushed Zhao Cuicui again, "Go and wipe her face, what does it look like!"

Zhao Cuicui was over five years old and had not grown like dough. Her limbs were short and small. When she heard her mother's scolding, she lowered her head and walked behind the main hall. Her cheeks were crying red and her tears rolled out like broken beads, but there was no sound again.

"I came here to call for dinner together in the evening. You don't want to do it yourself later," Sang Li asked tentatively, "Has Cuicui done something wrong?"

She didn't want to get involved in other people's affairs, and she was not so sympathetic. But for the first time she saw the little girl timidly poked out half of her little head and looked so scared that she looked so scared that she was retracted. She looked like a very frightened little animal. She was beaten today and was even more pitiful, which made Sang Li couldn't help but say something more.

"It's not easy for me to pull her alone. She is clumsy all day long and can't do anything well. She asked her to get something for me, but she couldn't figure it out if she took it three or four times. Raising a dog is smarter than her!"

Cao Yingxiu looked disgusted and started talking, talking about his own things was difficult.

Sang Li understood immediately. Cao Yingxiu should be the kind of parent who likes to give orders but doesn't explain it clearly. The child asks more questions and wants to be scolded, so he can only guess and do things by himself. As a result, he will be beaten up after guessing a few times.

Looking at the bamboo strips thrown on the ground, Sang Li knew that such parents were very stubborn. You said she was useless. "Cuicui is a girl, she looks so cute, and it's not good to have scars on her body."

Cao Yingxiu had a look of pride on her face, "It doesn't matter. It's just that the living bamboo strips hit people with flesh and blood. Only when they hurt can they have a memory. Besides, they are all bruised, and it will be fine if they disperse and will not leave scars."

Sang Li was choked by her natural argument.

After Zhao Cuicui wiped her face, she still shrank her hands and feet.

"Hard, come here!" Cao Yingxiu met Zhao Cuicui, spoke with no smile, and gritted her teeth, "Why did you give birth to something like this!"

When walking out of the house, Cao Yingxiu led the verbal to Sang Li again, "It's not easy for you. Without your parents' care, I don't know how much hardship you have suffered. But you are born well, and do you like someone you like?"

"If not, Aunt Cao will help you find it."

Sang Li responded lightly, "You have to worry, no need."

As soon as I walked out, I saw Yan Qiuyuan carrying a basket and coming back from the direction of the river. I occasionally said something to Qu Qingmian beside me. The two were not far away. The thin boy was cold and cold, his lips were pursed, silent and alienated.

Cao Yingxiu saw it and touched Sang Li with his hand, "Why are your brother walking with him? Speaking of which, isn't your Xiaomian close to others?"

Thinking of the first time I saw her yesterday, she was frightened by the boy's eyes and sweated all over. The feeling was like suddenly bumping into a fierce wild wolf on the night road.

"I have only found Xiaomian back. I have suffered a lot of inhuman abuse before, so I am like this."

"Oh, it's really not easy for you brothers and sisters. They are all neighbors. I will help you with more in the future," Cao Yingxiu said and patted Sang Li's forearm gently. "Boys should still be outgoing and be more responsible. If he can't do this, you will be more—"

Sang Li interrupted rudely, "Xiaomian is very good!"

She was a little angry and unconsciously whispered. It doesn't matter if she argued about her, but Xiaomian couldn't do it.

Yan Qiuyuan and Qu Qingmian, who were still a short distance away, heard the sound and subconsciously looked over.

Cao Yingxiu was a little embarrassed, stopped talking, and felt a little annoyed. This girl who looked very gentle and beautiful, no matter how hard she said, she was tempered, she was not taught by her parents and had no etiquette.

During the meal, Sang Li realized that Yan Qiuyuan accidentally met Xiaomian by the river. In the summer steaming heat, the boy rolled up his trousers and sat there in a daze.

Yan Qiuyuan saw the scars on the boy's leg that had not completely subsided. After examination, he found that it was a fractured bone and it was almost done, but he should still pay attention.

But Qu Qingmian treated him coldly as air, and probably wouldn't listen to those remarks.

Sang Li understood. What Yan Qiuyuan said should mean similar to rehabilitation training, but she didn't understand this at all. Xiaomian's devilish recovery ability also made her calm down, and she didn't think so much at all.

This made her a little bit self-blame, and she was far from doing well enough.

After all, the leg is injured in the bones, and even if it looks unhindered, it will feel a little uncomfortable. Xiaomian has always been very patient with pain. He never said that she needs to be more meticulous.

Yan Qiuyuan knows a lot. Not only is it all planting flowers, but it is also very well-organized, and Sang Li writes it down very carefully.

Cao Yingxiu took Cuicui to live here for two years. Yan Qiuyuan was there when she moved in. She took the initiative to say hello, but she never received a response. She sent some vegetables and fruits warmly, but was also turned away.

He is not a little human, and is withdrawn and weird, and is often not liked by others. When it comes to him in the town, most people shake their heads when talking about him.

But such a person, when a new neighbor came, he was so caring. Cao Yingxiu became more and more convinced that his thoughts were correct. Yan Qiuyuan was probably interested in other people's beautiful girls.

She planned to finish her meal and remind Sang Li to be careful again, but when she thought of the other party's sudden temper just now, she felt that what if she looks good? If she has no education, she is not worthy of other good families. She doesn't have to worry about others.

Sang Li listened carefully to Yan Qiuyuan's words and noticed that Zhao Cuicui was holding a bowl and eating rice with her head in her mouth, as if she didn't even dare to pick up the food. "Cuicui, what do you like to eat? Tell my sister if it's okay?"

The child's eyes are black and shiny, like grapes.

Zhao Cuicui looked up at Sang Li, then turned carefully to look at Cao Yingxiu beside her.

"You don't have to worry about her," Cao Yingxiu seemed to have a fire that rose up every time she met Cuicui. She picked up a few chopsticks and threw them into her bowl. "If you open your mouth, you won't even scream, and she's so embarrassed to eat it!"

The sun is long in summer, and after dinner, the sun has not set yet. Sang Li took Qu Qingsle in the small yard to flex and stretch his legs around.

Yan Qiuyuan explained medical theory, but the world has a limited understanding of human tissues.

Sang Li needs to understand it based on the knowledge she knows, roughly understands that recovery is to promote blood circulation, and to restore joint activity and muscle strength. Exercise for half an hour every day.

In the sunset, the shadows of the two men were stretched very long. Qu Qingmian frowned and wanted to leave. Sang Li said he would do nothing and dragged the person tightly, asking him to practice the movements with him.

She could not sense the hatred in his heart, and faced with his indifference and the occasional ferocity, she did not have the slightest fear of retreating.

He was obviously pinching her neck not long ago, until she was about to breathe, but she was not angry and had no memory.

Qu Qingmian was so entangled that he could not help but obeyed with a cold face and stretched out his hand.

Sang Li held it and then grabbed it firmly. "Xiaomian, you move your joints like me, relax your muscles, and can't stand firmly. I'm holding you."

“…”

There is no saying of joints or muscles in this world, but Qu Qingmian knows what she is saying, because he can see inward, and he can see every inch of the veins in his body clearly.

In fact, this way of stretching his arms and moving his legs is far less likely than he can recover after a sleep, but seeing the seriousness on his little face, Qu Qingmian gave up struggling.
Chapter completed!