Song Qingtian was dressed in bright clothes and had a sweet appearance. As soon as she ran into the open space, she became the focus of more than a dozen children. Before she even opened her mouth, she was invited to join the game team. Among them were several fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-olds who knew what it means to be in love.
Among the young boys, some were shy, some were extremely excited, some asked Qingtian's name, and some tried their best to put Qingtian behind them in the queue, looking like they wanted to be heroes and protect their beauty...
The feeling of Qingtian is different from that of Nangong's family. It is not cold or indifferent. The aura emanating from the surroundings has almost no pressure at all.
Song Qingtian took one look and felt that she looked like a doll, but not a fragile one; looked twice and felt that she was well-behaved, but not one that could be easily controlled; looked at her three times and felt that her movements and expressions always had a vague cuteness to them.
, there are often some silly expressions on the face, but the expression never gives people a sense of clumsiness. On the contrary, you can always feel a hint of wisdom and elf in the blink of an eye and the corners of the lips.
She is smart, lively, unconcerned, and indifferent. When she comes among the children, she becomes a group with them in a short time. Children play with other children. This scene is very common and very ordinary.
only……
Someone standing in front of the clearing obviously didn't think so. His expression was solemn and concentrated, and his dark eyes followed the running Xiao Qingtian. There was no gap in his eyes, and his expression never relaxed for a moment. Xiaoyu can guarantee that
, this is simply more focused and solemn than his usual demeanor when drawing weapon maps.
Tou Shao, is he really a real girl control?
"Ahem..." Xiaoyu coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Nangong, the children in our village are very enthusiastic and honest. Please don't look at them with an expression like they are murderers."
It would hurt the pure and young hearts of the vibrant flowers in her village...
Nangong Tou was quiet for a moment, his eyes still following Song Qingtian, and slowly began to narrate, "Qingtian is a premature baby, and her urine has not been as healthy as other babies since she was a child. She is very similar to her mother, in appearance, expression, face, even my mother
The weakest shortcomings in life are all inherited."
"The weakest weakness?" Xiaoyu answered subconsciously, "Is it... a congenital disease?"
"heart disease."
Nangong Tou continued calmly, "This is a genetic history inherited from my grandmother's family. However, Qingtian's condition is several times more severe than my mother's. She was diagnosed with severe insufficient blood supply to the heart, pulmonary valve stenosis, and atrial fibrillation when she was born.
Septal secundum defects are associated with bidirectional shunts at the atrial level and affect the blood supply to the brain and other serious conditions, resulting in inability to cry and confusion in infancy. There is only a 5% chance that the baby will live to be one year old in good health. "
After listening to Nangong Tou's words, Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a twist in his heart when he saw the smiling and happy Qingtian next to him, and asked worriedly, "Now, have you recovered?"
"An Yi, Bai Xi, myself, and several of the best surgeons, cardiologists, and assistants in the world, nursed Qingtian around the clock for several months after she was born. It was not until she was six months old that her condition stabilized that we gradually began to study her.
, performed pulmonary valve dilatation and
Surgical treatment such as repairing the defect in the house. Qingtian has tenacious vitality. He survived the most difficult moments and has grown up to be healthy until now." Nangong Tou's eyes darkened and his breathing became heavy, "Because Qingtian was one year old.
, the first word I can say is brother, the second word
, is my mother's surname Song, so she took her mother's surname. This also means that my father did not want to make the Song family extinct at the request of my mother, and hoped that she could inherit the Song family tree, grow up healthily and steadily, and grow up plainly. We don't have it.
He had concealed his illness from her, and she knew very well
Bai's own physical condition, over the years, we can't help but she will not take the initiative to participate in activities that are slightly strenuous, because she is sensible and understands how many people will suffer and shed tears for her when she loses her... In this way, compared with her peers
This is the first time that people gather together to play."
When his words fell, Yan Xiaoyu was stunned, and he was stunned for a long time.
Xiaoyu and Song Qingtian have met several times, but from the first time they met until now, in her memory, Song Qingtian was always smiling, with a pair of crooked almond eyes, and a face that was as sweet and soft as a marshmallow that you can’t get enough of.
, like a little princess who doesn’t know the pain, putting all the worries away
The hurt was hidden in that innocence and confusion... The people in the Nangong family pampered and doted on her, and the people in the alliance were also obedient. They usually cared for and worried about her, so she always thought that
Song Qingtian is superior and carefree.
But I didn't expect that this child who seemed so energetic, healthy and lively from the first time he met him had actually faced death since birth, been on the verge of hell, and endured pain that others could never imagine, or even experience in his lifetime.
.
Suddenly he remembered the conversation he had with Song Qingtian on the phone for the first time, those words such as being ignorant, being pampered, and being pampered. Xiaoyu paused for a moment, and suddenly felt a little better about himself who was talking nonsense without knowing the facts.
, even, there is an urge to apologize to Qingtian.
When she looked up, she saw that Song Qingtian seemed to have lost interest in this simple game of catching, and with a sullen expression, he faded out of the range of the group of children, and was about to walk to the corner of the open space to rest.
When Xiaoyu was about to walk over, he saw Song Qingtian stop.
She stopped in front of a pile of wooden piles. The wooden piles were arranged in a messy manner, with many leaves and straw scattered on them, forming shapes of different heights and sizes.
As if aware of it, the place where Sunny stopped was a missing corner where wooden piles were piled. The top was covered with wooden boards, and the bottom was just high enough to accommodate a person.
When Qingtian raised his hand to lift the covered horizontal wooden board, Xiaoyu seemed to remember something, his expression was shocked, and he hurriedly shouted, "Qingtian, put it back, don't touch it..."
The words are not fully exported.
A bang——!
A violent banging sound came from the front, and the wooden board bounced upwards with Qingtian's hand and the momentum from below!
In the blink of an eye, in an instant.
Before anyone could see clearly what was going on under the wooden board, an angry growl was heard from under the wooden board, and then a hand stained with mud, black in color but with a strong arm, directed towards Song Qingtian's head with a fierce punch.
Smashed it————
Qingtian was startled and stopped moving. It seemed that he was not prepared for everything that happened suddenly and didn't know how to deal with it.
Seeing this, the little fish hurriedly ran forward, trying to escape the sunny sky and avoid the upcoming danger.
Bang! - The wooden door was opened with great force.
In the corner, a slender figure suddenly stood up at an extremely fast speed. He raised his fist and struck Song Qingtian in the face...