Fall In Love With A Substitute

Qing Lu has been smart since he was a child, remembering things earlier than the children beside him, and remembering deeply.

She remembers that when she was seven, her parents hurried out and never came back. The food on the table was so cold that Qing Lu was really hungry. He ate the millet porridge with a spoon and climbed onto the living room sofa to sleep. There is a childcare robot in the room. She is not very scared, but feels too quiet. The house has never been so quiet.

She slept drowsily, and got up quickly when she heard the door opening. The door opened in her expectant eyes, and the cold winter air and several tall uncles and aunts poured into her and her parents' forever warm little home.

An aunt found her on the sofa and held her in tears involuntarily. Qing Lu didn't know the reason at the time, but later understood that this meant that the adults she was waiting for would not return.

According to the regulations, Qinglu was first sent to the social relief institute. At the registration desk higher than Qinglu, the staff of the relief institute took her tiny wrist and typed "Parents are dead, orphans, waiting for adoption" on the personal terminal. "", touched her head with compassion and said:

"Such a pretty little girl, she used to have a good family background, she was only a few years old, and in a blink of an eye... Sigh."

Qing Lu seemed to realize something. He knelt down and cried loudly. His throat became hoarse and his face turned red from crying, which shocked the adults.

The child cried vigorously, and Qing Lu was not persuaded by anyone at the end of the cry. After crying happily, Qing Lu never cried again, and even rarely talked to others.

Life in the social assistance house is not sad, but it is not fun either. Adults often come here to look at the children in the hospice as if they are choosing valuable products, or they like, or evaluate. When they see Qing Lu, they always brighten up. After communicating with the hospice, they nodded in satisfaction and came. Go to Qing Lu and ask her if she wants to go home with them.

President Qing Lu shook his head.

After doing this several times, the children who were picked out of the hospice stopped talking to Qing Lu. Qing Lu is so pitiful that adults like it, and don't want it, and other people don't even have the opportunity to refuse, which makes them pitiful.

When people came again, Qing Lu was squeezed out to the corner by the child intentionally or unconsciously. So Qing Lu listened to everyone’s laughter and stood in the shadow of the corner, looking up at the brilliant white light. Mottled shadows of trees swaying by the wind.

After the spring passed, Zhang Ming, who broke into Qinglu's house that day and hugged Qinglu and wept, came to the social relief home and wanted to adopt Qinglu.

Qing Lu recognized Zhang Ming. She opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Ming quietly. Zhang Ming's eyes were bright and full of truth. After Qing Lu was silent for a while, she nodded gently.

Zhang Ming was very happy. He brought her husband next time and went to the Dean's Office for consultation procedures.

A kind social worker brought Qing Lu to the dean's office. He wanted Qing Lu to see more of the adopters in the future and could say a few more words. He led Qing Lu to the door of the office, and he heard chaotic conversations from the unclosed door:

"...What? Qinglu's assets can only be used after the age of 18? I checked on Xingwang. Now the law requires that the guardian go with him?"

"Sir, generally speaking, the assets of the adoptee can be transferred by the guardian and used for the relevant parts of the adoptee. However, the assets left by Qinglu's parents are huge, and there is another foundation that is managed by someone... In this way, Qinglu will be sent to the almshouse without relatives, instead of surrendering guardianship at will."

The dean’s old voice was abruptly stern: "This gentleman, you didn't adopt Qing Lu for assets, did you?"

"No, don't get me wrong, Dean—Wei Feng, why do you ask this? I think that Qinglu was adopted because she is Xiaolan's only child. Please explain clearly to the dean."

"Come on, if it weren't for the money, I would be too busy to adopt a child—"

"Wei Feng, what are you talking about!"

"Quickly go home, my child is still waiting to eat. I knew I would have gone for nothing. It would be better to buy cakes for my baby girl with the travel expenses."

"Don't drag me..."

The noise and footsteps were getting closer, and Qing Lu pushed away from the social worker's hand and ran away.

The summer light was scorching hot, but Qing Lu's heart was cold, making her tremble uncontrollably.

On the day of the beginning of autumn the following year, the hospice was bustling with excitement. The social workers dressed up the children well, and it was said that a big man was coming.

Qing Lu changed into the white princess dress that Aunt Life gave her, and the aunt tied her hair up. When Qing Lu raised her head, she saw many people of the same age watching her, and her aunt embraced Qing Lu and smiled:

"It seems everyone thinks our Xiao Qinglu is the most beautiful."

"By the way, Qing Lu, don't mess your clothes carelessly, and you can no longer cut with scissors. It's dangerous."

Qing Lu lowered his head.

This is often the case. The more beautiful clothes she gets, the more serious the crowding awaits her. Of course Qing Lu wouldn't be too happy, but she didn't feel sad either.

The small skirts issued by the hospice are intact or are secretly soiled and cut by others. Will the small cakes distributed for lunch be taken away with confidence? Qinglu feels nothing, she just feels bored and can't be interested Come.

But she didn't expect that these companions who were about her age would directly push her into an abandoned bin this time and close the lid with a snap.

The darkness in front of Qing Lu's eyes.

There was a dull sound from the top of the head, like someone stomping their feet on the lid, click, and the alloy lid made a closing sound.

"... Will you lock her up?"

"Who makes her look so good today? People always look at her in the corner. We'll just come back and open the lid later."

In the darkness, the footsteps became lighter and lighter and farther away. Qing Lu curled up in the darkness.

Outside the lobby of the hospice, the child peered in.

There were a few people standing there, and I couldn't tell the difference, but the "big guys" in the aunt's mouth were different from those who used to pick up the children for adoption, so they didn't even dare to walk over, and they felt timid.

Those in black suits surrounded a middle-aged uncle and a young lady who looked like a princess in a fairy tale book.

The princess couldn't move her eyes away, reminding them of the noble and elegant white swan. Many girls looked at her with envy, because the difference was so great that they couldn't even give birth to a trace of jealousy.

"Let's pick up a girl named'Qinglu'." The princess in the children's heart opened her lips and said to the dean.

The horror in the dean's heart had not been suppressed, he only received the above instructions to receive a good reception, but didn't know that it was the Patriarch of the Song family who came with his daughter in person to pick up a child.

He said cautiously: "In the past six months, many people want to adopt Qing Lu, only one couple almost succeeded, and Qing Lu rejected the others... I don't know Mr. Song..."

"Her father and I are old friends." Song's father said concisely. He has been backlogged for a long time, and he couldn't hear any emotions in a short sentence. Under the tension of the dean, he did not know how to answer the conversation.

Song Pianzhen smiled and said, "My father just returned from recuperating from abroad, and he heard about Qing Lu, so he brought me here to pick her up."

"You can call Qing Lu to see you."

The dean breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called someone to do it: "Qinglu doesn't like to join in the fun. You should sit in other places. I'll let someone go and find her."

Father Song sat down, and the entourage waited beside him, while Song Pianju took advantage of the cool autumn breeze, turned around in the small garden, and leaned forward to look at the beautiful red maple.

The staff sent by the dean came back hurriedly: "Dean, there is no green land in the dormitory building, which is weird, she never runs around..."

"Huh? Are you reading in the classroom? You go to the teaching building again."

"There is no class today, the classrooms are locked..." The staff obviously felt that Qing Lu would not be in the teaching building, but due to the dean's order, they had to do so, "I will go now."

Song Pianju turned from the front of Xiuli Maple, and her skirt formed an arc. She frowned and walked towards the dean, but stopped halfway to look at a little girl who watched the dean hesitate and stop.

Song Pian stomped around, walked to the girl and squatted down, and said softly, "My kid, do you know where Qinglu is?"

Qing Lu's breathing was a bit hard.

She seemed to be strangling her throat by the darkness, and the hard breathing made her forehead sweat densely. She leaned weakly on the box, and her right hand was tightly holding the toy wooden sword that I didn’t know who had thrown it in the box. Swing, bend, bend, bend, the wooden sword made a weak sound on the abandoned box.

She doesn't want to be locked here.

Will she die.

Will you see your parents when you die? Or should I meet the angel first?

There is still a trace of unrealistic fantasy in the young girl's mind, but human instincts urge her to survive.

Tuk, tuk, tuk, the fragile thin wooden sword held in the young wrist, the sound of the percussion became slower and weaker than the sound.

When the darkness was about to engulf her consciousness together, with a bang, the lid above her head suddenly opened, and the bright sunlight came in.

Qing Lu's head pressed against the box, raised his face feebly to welcome the sun and air. She breathed heavily, but her eyes that had been in the dark for a long time were pierced and moistened, and she couldn't open them for a while.

"Qinglu."

An unfamiliar but gentle voice called her, Qing Lu heard it, and tried to open his eyes to see the owner of the voice.

She saw an angel on earth, with a warm and dazzling halo behind her, and a light autumn breeze on her side.

Qing Lu looked at her blankly.

"Are you Qinglu? Don't be afraid, it's all right now."

The angel stretched out her hand towards her who was dirty in the waste box, and there was no dislike, only love.

The person who was mistaken for an angel by himself took Qing Lu out of the abandoned box. For the young Qing Lu, her hand was firm and strong, and she pulled her out of the darkness and faced him. It was the faint fragrance on her body, as gentle as her own.

She took herself to clean, and soon someone sent a new dress. When the other party tried to replace him, Qing Lu shrank subconsciously.

She was not angry, and smiled and asked, "Can I wear it?"

Qing Lu nodded silently.

"The clothes are here, I'm outside, you call me if you have something." She stood up, Qing Lu lowered her head, and she could see the skirt rippling smoothly around her straight calf, like white spray wrapped in swan. My name is Song Pianzhen, and my name is a bit sloppy. You can call me Sister Song, and sister will do."

She finished speaking, patted her head lightly, and stepped on the light and shadow thrown in the window to leave the room.

Song-pian-xian, Qing Lu said silently in his heart several times, it is not difficult to remember.

When she put on the new skirt Song Pianjue handed over, there was a faint voice of dialogue outside.

"Miss, it has been checked in the security room that it was the work of four children."

The deputy dean said with a bitter face: "Miss Song, they are still children. I don't know that this will have serious consequences. I don't really want Qing Lu... Mr. Song is angry and wants to punish them. Can you persuade them? "

"My father is angry, why does the deputy dean look for me?"

The deputy dean stared at the Miss Song family in front of him in a daze.

The girl's figure is slender and tall, and her body is first showing the demeanor and demeanor nurtured by a century-old family. She is clearly only fourteen or five years old. Standing there, she looks like a new-born poplar with the flexibility of willow branches.

Song Pianzhen thought about the silent Qing Lu in the room, and the tearful eyes in the pair of abandoned boxes, Song Pianzhen increased his tone:

"I think this is not the first time something like this is happening. The almshouse should really regulate it. I would suggest my father contact the Minister of Social Affairs in North Tasmania."

"Miss Song." The vice president said in surprise.

"If Qing Lu is not an exception." Song Pianzhen added with the girl's soft and sweet voice, but with a firm attitude, she succeeded in making the deputy dean speechless.

Click, the door opened behind Song Pianju.

Song Pianzhen swallowed the rest of the words back, squatted down, his eyes were level with Qinglu, and tied the decorative belt on her skirt for her, and twirled her fingers lightly to create a beautiful bow.

Seeing Qing Lu staring at her movements, she smiled, "Do you like it?"

Qing Lu nodded: "...I like it."

"Qing Lu, would you like to go with us?"

Qing Lu did not speak.

She first raised her head and glanced at the deputy dean. The deputy dean did not seem to be in a good mood at this time. She vaguely realized that this emotion was born of herself, not only by the child’s natural intuition, but also because of the deputy The dean avoided her gaze.

In the distance, several children looked around here boldly and muttered.

She remembered Song Pianzhen's words before, she was blocking the door, in front of her, she wanted to stand out for herself.

Qing Lu lowered her head and looked back at Song Pianqi's beautiful light brown pupils close at hand. She smiled and waited patiently for her reply.

"...Hmm." Qing Lu answered softly.

The Song family did not really adopt Qing Lu, but only went through the formalities of acting as prison, and took Qing Lu from the relief hospital to live with the Song family. The foundation under Qing Lu's name is still operating, and the Song family did not intervene. They only called the person in charge of the foundation to see the Song family at first, saving some people's long-term thinking and making small moves.

Qing Lu is only 8 years old now. Song Pianqi leads her out of the cabin and enters the Song family residence.

There is a scene in front of the courtyard, which is made into a cluster of small universes, with several planets listed, and they rotate gracefully with the sound of soft music. Nebulae are scattered around them. Nebulae spread out and gather again, like the skirts of planets, beautiful and dreamy .

Song Pianzhen was confessing to Aunt Xue about the room she was going to live in, and she shook her hand playfully twice:

"Qinglu likes the ocean or the universe? Others are fine."

Song Pianzhen has checked that these two are the most popular room settings for children under the age of 10.

Qing Lu's eyes fell on the moon in the setting.

Song Pianzhen noticed: "The universe?"

"No." Qing Lu pressed her lips tightly, clenched Song Pianshu's hand, and called out her name for the first time, "...Sister Song, want to be the same as you."

Song Pianyu was startled, then smiled and said:

"it is good."

When Song's father took Song Pianzhen to pick up people, he didn't elaborate too much, only that he was picking up the orphan of an old friend. Song Pianzhen later learned that Qing Lu's parents were two senior engineers who were jointly responsible for the design of the "Lunar Rail". More than a year ago, the G32 section of the lunar orbit project deviated from the established track due to an operator error. Qinglu's parents rushed to the scene as the person in charge. The lunar orbit collapsed and no one survived.

Nowadays, human beings are moving towards the interstellar age, and there are constantly dazzling projects coming out, such as holographic games, ecological simulations, home AI robots, etc. Of course, the most attractive is the mysterious and vast universe that keeps getting closer to humans.

The lunar orbit project is one of the more compelling ones. Strictly speaking, this project did not break away from the earth, but built a habitable zone along the orbit of the moon high above the earth for people to live in.

Qing Lu's parents have been preparing for this project for many years, and I'm afraid that one day they will lose their lives on the moon track, leaving only their daughter who has not yet grown up.

After reading the information, Song Pianzhen felt that the younger sister Qing Lu was distressing.

The Song family has luxuriant branches and leaves, but they are still small saplings. As the eldest daughter of the Song family, the fourteen-year-old Song Pianzhen, the eldest daughter of the Song family, calls her sister, but she is the head of the Song family. The female responsibility comes.

Knowing what happened to Qing Lu, Song Pianzhen simply took a half-month holiday to accompany Qing Lu to familiarize himself with the environment at Song's house.

The Song family has many family members, but they don't live together on weekdays. Only Song Pianzhen's family is in the house, except for Song's father, Song's mother Zengqing.

Zeng Qing is a mother and her mind is soft, but she hasn't even taken care of Song Pianzhen personally. Faced with a child who is much more silent and sensitive than Song Pianzhen, she has no way of starting.

Later, when I saw that my daughter was better at raising children than I did, after expressing kindness, I simply acted as a shopkeeper with confidence.

In the first few days, Song Pianzhen accompanied Qing Lu to familiarize himself with Song's house. Every afternoon, she would take her for a walk by the artificial lake. In private, she told the careful sister-in-law Xue to pay more attention to Qing Lu's reaction.

Within two days, Sister Xue came to Song Pianzhen and said that Miss Qinglu resisted her entering the room. Although she did not stop her directly, she would stand upright every time Sister Xue entered, until she finished cleaning and left.

"And I also found a...toy wooden sword next to Miss Qinglu’s pillow?" Aunt Xue’s tone was a little puzzled. "At first I thought Miss Qinglu liked that toy, but Miss Qinglu never took it down. I didn't dare to move."

Song Pianzhen was looking at the baking recipes and baking desserts. After hearing what Xue Xue said, she immediately remembered the wooden sword that she held in Qinglu's hand when she was in the abandoned box that day. It was thin and tattered.

"Well, don't touch her things."

Song Pianzhen waited for more than ten minutes, the oven made a pleasant sound and put the cakes on the plate.

Song Pianzhen tasted it, and it felt good. He picked up the round plate and went to the second floor to find Qing Lu.

She knocked: "Qinglu, it's me."

The door was quickly opened. This time, she focused on observing that Qing Lu's body was tight for a moment when he opened the door, and he relaxed when he found that he was the only one in front of the door.

It seems that, as Sister Xue said, Qing Lu has a strong sense of territory for his room. Song Pianjiu secretly remembered herself in her heart, smiled and raised the pastry tray in her hands:

"I'm learning baking recently, please help me taste how it tastes."

Qing Lu moved his nose: "It smells good."

"Well, it's butterfly cake, do you like it?"

"It seems I haven't eaten it."

"A simpler recipe for beginners." Song Pianji bit her lip and smiled, as if a little embarrassed, but she still said openly, "Just start learning, don't dislike it."

As she said, she led Qinglu to the sofa, picked out the most beautiful butterfly cake and handed it to her. She watched Qinglu quietly. Qinglu was obviously more comfortable when facing her, sitting on a small bench. Take a bite of the butterfly cake, and clean up the scum from your hands.

Just like to eat. According to the information, Qinglu likes to eat desserts. Song Pianzhen is not interested in cooking. In order to make the silent children more cheerful, he tried to cook them. It seems that the results are not bad.

While Qing Lu was eating butterfly cakes, Song Pianzhen walked around, and as expected, he found the abrupt little wooden sword on the bedside.

She raised her eyebrows and thought.

"Sister Song."

There was a call from behind, she turned her head, Qing Lu was sitting on the bench with soft hair, wearing an off-white sweater, her legs out of reach, and her mouth was still stained with sweet pastry residue, beautiful reddish brown Eyes are so big that they can melt their hearts when looking at people.

Holding the big butterfly cake in her small hands, she tilted her head:

"Sister Song won't eat it?"

Song Piansha turned around and walked towards her, squeezing her face with itchy hands, and smilingly said, "Eat, eat with you."

"it is good."

Qing Lu nodded and responded, feeling relieved.

She didn't want Song Pianjiu to see that dirty wooden sword.

At the time, the young Qing Lu didn't know that this was a cause of self-esteem. She only knew that instead of Sister Song walking around in the room, it was better to eat sweet pastries with her.

Qing Lu soon fell in love with the taste of butterfly cakes. The children preferred beautiful butter cakes or icing biscuits. She had never asked for butterfly cakes when she went to a dessert shop with her parents, nor did she eat them at the almshouse. Song Pianjue made It was the first time she ate butterfly pastry.

Qing Lu likes it, Song Pianqi pets her, often doing it for her, the craftsmanship becomes more and more proficient.

Until one time, Song Pianzhen's aunt brought his cousin Xu Zhaojiu to be a guest, and Song's mother Zeng Qing asked both Song Pianzhen and Qing Lu to come.

Aunt Song’s face is a thorough face control, and she likes children. When she sees Qing Lu, her eyes are bright, and Zeng Qing said: "...Why don’t you have a banquet for everyone to know Xiao Lu? I’m free during this time, and can give You look after it, it hurts this child."

Zeng Qing can’t say that this child Qing Lu is a little afraid of life and talkative. Like a stress-responsive cat, he probably has to adapt for a while. He just said:

"What's the hurry, there will be opportunities in the future."

Xu Zhaojiu held the plate of butterfly cakes and refused to let it go, biting in his mouth and holding it in his arms, and he couldn't speak clearly:

"The biscuits made by the big cousin are so delicious-oh, I want my cousin to raise her head and make me biscuits."

Zeng Qing teased her: "How delicious is it?"

"It's the best in the world!" Xu Zhaojiu, as the big cousin's little fan, said frankly, "My cousin is the best in everything."

It made everyone laugh.

Qing Lu looked at Song Pianzhen with a bright smile and star-studded eyes.

Song Pianzhen stretched out his hand and squeezed Xu Zhaojiu's cheek with a look of pampering.

Xu Zhaojiu hugged Song Pianshu and acted like a baby.

Song Pianzhen stroked Xu Zhaojiu's hair.

Qing Lu's fingers slammed the velvet pillow fiercely, and the hair that fell on her forehead blocked her flat lips.

Xu Zhaojiu quickly followed Song's aunt, and Song Pianzhen turned around and took Qing Lu's hand and walked home:

"Let's go, go back to the room and take a nap."

Children need a lot of sleep, and Qing Lu also has the habit of taking a nap. When she gets up, she can take a walk around the lake. Song Pianju was planning, but found that the kid she was holding hadn't taken a step forward. She looked back and asked patiently:

"what's wrong?"

Qing Lu raised her white face, the corners of her lips moved, and a strange smile came out. Her thick eyelashes fell and flew, like a small butterfly with first wings, fragile and beautiful, hidden underneath. Pupils can only be pierced by children.

Qing Lu moved his hand up and tiptoed to hug Song Pianju's arm. He failed to reach it and failed. She had to lean in gently, holding Song Pianju's waist, raising her head, and learning the tone of Xu Zhaojiu's speech.

"I'm so sleepy."

Thinking of Xu Zhaojiu's "big cousin" with a mouthful, Qing Lu's "Sister Song" who was on his lips also got into an inch and changed into an even more intimate voice:

"sister."

Song Pianzhen's heart melted immediately, and clusters of surprises appeared in his heart. This was the first time Qing Lu smiled, and it was also the first time he took the initiative to approach him.

Moreover, Qing Lu was originally pretty, a little beauty. She was cuter than his cousins. Just sitting there would make people like it, let alone being so cute.

Song Pian rubbed the top of Qing Lu's hair and smiled without hesitation:

"We are going back now."

Since Xu's invitation came that day, Qing Lu instinctively knew what to do. She likes Song Pianqi to accompany herself, cook herself food, walk with herself or read a book.

Sometimes someone would come to give Song Pianju a lesson. When Song Pianju was in class, she would sit quietly beside her, waiting for Song Pianju's gaze from time to time.

When Song Pianzhen looked at her, she felt very at ease. When Song Pianzhen looked at others... she didn't like it.

Qing Lu understood speculation in a childlike way, and gradually understood that Song Pianju liked to look at her cute and sensible, so she laughed more and more frequently, and became more proficient, and when she got her wish, she received more Song Pianju's attention.

Later, Xu Zhaojiu came again, and Qing Lu secretly compared it and felt that she was more cute than her smile, and she was a little relieved.

But soon Xu Zhaojiu brought her bad news:

"go to school?"

"Yes, little sister Lu, my mother said you are going to school, don't be afraid, I am two levels higher than you, and I will take care of you in school from now on."

Qing Lu hadn't reacted yet, Xu Zhaojiu continued:

"My mother also said that the big cousin is going to school soon, and the three of us are going back to school together."

Qing Lu was a little dazed, and blinked, "Then will my sister and I be together?"

Xu Zhaojiu was adorable by her beautiful sister, and she learned the movements of her elder cousin and pinched Qing Lu's face with a paw, pretending to be old-fashioned:

"Oh, my little sister Lu, the older cousin is going to middle school, we are going to elementary school, we are not together-why are you doing you, you won't cry anymore!"

Xu Zhaojiu saw the water in Qing Lu's eyes, and was so scared that he quickly threw away his hands.

The adults talking next to him immediately gathered around, Song Pianzhen walked the fastest, squatting down to take Qing Lu:

"Why did you cry suddenly?"

Aunt Song’s next to her also asked her daughter:

"What's the matter with Xu Zhaojiu?"

Xu Zhaojiu's expression was painful and self-blaming. Looking at his guilty short hand, he said in a grinning voice: "I choked my little sister Lu and wept. I'm really a bad woman."

"...You show me less TV shows, Xu Zhaojiu."

Qing Lu hugged Song Pianju's neck, tears falling like small pearls:

"Going to school...I don't want to..."

She has worked so hard, how can she be separated from her sister.

The young Xiao Qinglu was more aggrieved the more he thought about it, and couldn't stop crying.

The adult next to him looked at the human cub who was scared to cry by going to school, and was crying cutely.

No matter how Qing Lu cried when facing his sisters and sisters, he still had to go to school.

Song Pianzhen has been asking professors to come to class to make up progress, but she is also a student union job, this semester there are still several group work waiting for her to complete, the vacation can not be extended.

Before going to school, Song Pianzhen had one more thing to do.

She found Qing Lu in front of the planet set in front of the house. Song Pianzhen walked over and looked at it. Qing Lu was sitting on the swing chair, looking at the moon in it.

When she came to her, Qing Lu had already turned his head to look at her.

"sister."

Qing Lu called her sister in a sweet voice, causing Song Pianju to stretch his eyebrows, open the wooden box in his hand, and hand it to Qing Lu.

"Look if you like it or not."

"this is……?"

"It's a small dagger." But, of course, it was not sharpened. The blades on the back of the blade were blunt and smooth. They were safe except for the harder material. She specially asked someone to make it.

"Look, does it look like your little wooden sword? But it's much thicker than the wooden sword." Song Pianjue's tone was as lively as possible. She took Qinglu's hand and took her to touch the raised lines on the dagger. The engraved on it is your name, Qing-Lu, do you like it?"

Qing Lu's small, soft fingertips stroked the dagger.

Song Pianzhen slowed down: "Little Wooden Sword is very good, it helps you. But it is not unique, Qing Lu will have better than it."

She was afraid that Qing Lu would not be able to understand the meaning of it, just like Uncle Zhong who worked for her was a little puzzled. Why should a dagger be used instead of a wooden sword? What is the difference between the two? He suggested that Song Pianzhen prepare a big doll for Qing Lu, which is not only safe, but also more suitable for children. Girls like it.

But Song Pianzhen feels that Qing Lu prefers to receive such a gift. It is harder than the thin wooden sword and has some weight. It makes a dull sound when struck, and has a thick sense of security in the palm of the hand.

What she wants Qing Lu to understand is that she does not need to be immersed in the deep anxiety of that day, relying on the thin and fragile toy wooden sword to satisfy her sense of security, the Song family-or her Song Pianzhen, will let her go back The rest of my life was safe and sound.

She didn't want Qing Lu to feel that sweet things like dolls and dolls could replace everything, and a certain degree of toughness and aggressiveness could protect herself better.

Of course, the tough and soft Qinglu can have all of them-those beautiful things Song Pianzhen also prepared for Qinglu, which has been placed on the head of Qinglu's bed, tied with a cute bow.

"...So, let's put the small wooden sword away, okay?" Song Pian asked.

She watched Qing Lu's expression as she spoke. If Qing Lu had a hint of reluctance and anxiety, she would immediately put away the small dagger.

But Qinglu didn't.

Qing Lu's five fingers slumped, clinging to the dagger: "Cool...Thank you sister, I like this gift."

"Really?" Song Pianzhen confirmed.

"Yeah." Qing Lu nodded seriously.

She really likes it. She had long felt that the wooden sword was too fragile, and it would bend when it was broken.

This small dagger looks much better. Qing Lu's fingertips ran across the blade, wondering if it can be cut if it is thinned here...

"There is also a small gift."

Qing Lu looked up, and there?

Song Pianju took out a blue gift box from behind the swing chair like a trick.

"I wanted you to discover and surprise you, but I didn't expect to have to open it to you myself."

Song Pianzhen flicked his finger gently, and the gift box bounced open, revealing the delicate hologram inside, only the size of a button.

Qing Lu pressed the hologram under Song Pianjiu's eyes, and in the next moment, a projection like a courtyard setting appeared in the air. As long as Qing Lu wanted to, she could use her personal terminal to connect to the hologram and truly enter this small universe. .

The difference is that this small universe has only one moon.

In the next instant, the moon was pulled farther and smaller and fell back to the blue planet. The sky was so close, as if you could reach out to touch the Milky Way. The Milky Way is like a group of densely fragmented gems falling on the black velvet. A semicircular trajectory traverses the black sky velvet. Along the trajectory, moons of different sizes, large and small, are falling.

"Qinglu, do you know? Your name means'Lunar Rail'."

Song Pianqi looked at the moon:

"Your name is beautiful, and the moon is beautiful too. Don't be afraid of it."

Moon, lunar track.

In the physical education class, when the class was empty, Qing Lu turned on the hologram and glanced at the moon Song Pianju gave her. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of someone pushing the door in. She pressed her finger and put her moon away. Take out Zhang exercises and write them.

"That... Qinglu."

Qing Lu raised his head, and in front of him was the academic committee of the class, who had participated in physics competitions together.

"what's up?"

"Please accept this." The academic committee handed out a transparent crystal box with a rose petal inside. Open the box and it will show a rose rain, which has been very popular recently.

The academic committee looked at the girl in front of her, her heart was as hot as the red of a rose.

He has known Qing Lu a long time ago, and Qing Lu is the most beautiful girl in the class and even in the school. She jumped two levels, smaller than everyone else, but she always got the first grade. I heard that her family is very good, and she is in luxury cars. Her only friend is Xu Zhaojiu, a famous school lady.

She didn't take the initiative to talk to people, making people afraid to approach, but when participating in the competition together, she appeared so close, as if the stars had finally fallen down, emitting a more dazzling light.

At this moment she was right in front of her, and the student committee stumbled and added: "I just want to give you this thing, no other meaning."

He didn't even dare to ask this girl to associate with him.

Under his flushed gaze, Qing Lu put down the pen, sitting upright and elegantly, smiling slightly:

"Thank you, but it is better for us to focus on studies now. This gift is too expensive. Take it back."

The academic committee put away the rose petals and left sadly.

Xu Zhaojiu heard about it from nowhere, and winked when he went back to Song's house after school, "How many times is this this month? You really have you, Sister Lu."

Qing Lu looked at the phone and answered casually, "Huh?"

"Hurt, it's really the beginning of love-but our little Lu is only 12 years old, and it's not that time yet."

Xu Zhaojiu shook his head, and when he mentioned Qing Lu's age, he couldn't help but think of the bitter history.

When Qing Lu was about to enroll in school, Xu Zhaojiu thought it was his turn to be his sister, and vowed to take good care of the younger sister, who was two levels below him. Unexpectedly, one month after enrolling in school, Sister Xiao Lu jumped twice and came to her class with a schoolbag. The mid-term exams even left Xu Zhaojiu far behind.

I heard that if it wasn't for the big cousin to stop her and let her experience campus life more, Qing Lu even wanted to skip elementary school and go to the middle school to find her big cousin.

That's terrible, it's simply turning oneself from a sister to a sister, no, it's a smelly brother.

Xu Zhaojiu still feels terrified when he thinks about it. He couldn't help but babble for a long time, but Qing Lu kept looking at the phone with his head down and ignored her.

Qing Lu was a little short last year, but this year when he reached the developmental stage, he quickly grew taller. With the slender skeleton of a girl, Xu Zhaojiu was also thin, but I have to admit that Qing Lu seems to be just right for every inch of his body, no more, no less , Especially that face, was once named the campus goddess by several schools.

She wanted Qinglu to treat herself, but now looking at her profile and black sideburns, she was obsessed with admiration and forgot to speak.

Until Qing Lu looked up, the corners of his lips couldn't stop upturning:

"Sister go home today."

"Ah, the big cousin is coming back? It's not easy."

They are now in the second grade, Song Pianzhen is already in the third grade. Song Pianzhen went to N country for one year on behalf of the school, and only occasionally returned to China, and then took the unified exam for high school in China.

"Back now, are you preparing for the exam?"

"Probably so." Qing Lu finished, looked out the window, the scenery outside the window was left behind by the passing car.