"Tch...I won't eat her. Why are you looking so scary?" Xiao Jue was unhappy. She was just a little tougher, but she still felt sorry for such a cute little thing.
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Anna ignored her, only lowered her head and gently asked the little one in her arms: "What's your name?" The question was in English.
The little one finally understood. His eyes lit up and he immediately replied: "nine... they call me nine..."
"Jiu? Your name is Ah Jiu?" Xiao Jue asked excitedly. This is a special name, much more distinctive than her own name.
"How old?" The blond boy also asked. He looked older, but his eyes were full of curiosity at this moment.
"six……"
"Six years old? You are actually six years old? Anna is as old as you."
Anna happily looked at the girl in her arms and became even happier: "Really? Then we must be good friends!"
"I want it too! I'm one year older than you, I'm seven years old. Let's be good friends, and no one will dare to bully you in the future!" One sentence after another in English has never flowed out of her mouth so fluently.
The blond boy and Anna on the side couldn't help laughing.
Ah Jiu finally smiled slowly, and the three of them walked into her dark life like angels... That year, under the cherry blossom tree, their lives finally intersected.
They taught her Chinese and German. They played together, fought together, ate together, slept together... Then the next year, they welcomed another little friend, her name was Liao Yuanyuan.
But still under the cherry blossom tree, many memories, in the red cherry blossoms - stopped abruptly!
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"Don't-" She woke up from her dream, clutching her aching heart tightly, sweating profusely.
"Pa." The light turned on and the whole room lit up.
Qian Xiaojue turned around and threw herself into the arms of her husband He Lianqing. She gradually felt at ease after smelling his scent.
"Are you dreaming?" He Lianqing gently touched Qian Xiaojue's hair and found that she was sweating profusely and her hair was wet. So he picked her up in his arms, got up and got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.
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Qian Xiaojue didn't speak the whole time, just sitting in the bathtub absentmindedly, letting Helian Qing wash her hair and bathe her, then wrapped her tightly in a bath towel, carried her back to the bed, and put her into the quilt.
She was like a rag doll, letting He Lian Qing play with it, until he finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed her arm so tightly that it hurt, and she suddenly woke up.
"It hurts..." She frowned and looked up at him, her eyes filled with grievance.
However, she still didn't let them fall. She just lowered her head and picked up the man's hands to cover her eyes, and then murmured painfully: "Ah Qing, I dreamed about my childhood!"
He Lianqing froze, looking down at the person buried in his palm with fear and confusion. There was a warm and moist feeling in his palm. He knew that she was secretly crying.
"Then...what did you dream about?" He found that his throat hurt so much that every word he spoke was torture.
After a long time, she raised her face faintly, looked into the man's eyes with her dark eyes and said slowly: "Human trafficker, I am drifting in a container on the sea, without food all day long, and beaten all day long, all
Sick people, stench, bullying...the weak eat the strong! In order to survive, even mice...are delicacies."