Song Jinsheng raised his hand secretly, and instantly his hand was filled with green light, which quickly swept towards Mrs. Song, flowing through her body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Mrs. Song stiffened and felt that her body was obviously different, but she had never felt this way before, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.
It didn't seem like the injury was getting worse, because she felt the pain eased after flowing through the injured meridians.
Who is helping her? That person at the party?
But the banquet was over, and the others had returned to their own courtyards.
So who is helping her now?
Mrs. Song couldn't figure it out.
But she wouldn't think of Song Jinsheng and Song Qinghui. Because the power in the body is not like spiritual power, it is probably a healing power.
Qinghui is of the water type, so Jinsheng is even less likely.
She picked up, said a word and hurried away, leaving Song Jinsheng and Song Qinghui behind.
Song Qinghui immediately remembered what happened at the banquet and asked, "Is it about Song Qingji?"
"But what?" Song Qinghui wondered.
After saying that, he turned to look at Song Jinsheng and said, "Jinsheng, what do you want?"
"No, my sister has been protecting me. And Jun Ying, the classmates in the class are also very easy to get along with." Song Jinsheng said.
She regretted that she didn't talk to her properly and exchange feelings with her.
"Yes, Jin Sheng also participated. When we came out, there was also Jun Ying." Song Qinghui said.
When Song Jinsheng felt that Mrs. Song's injuries were almost repaired, he stopped.
"Is it easy to treat?" She was not sure whether this severe allergy was difficult to treat.
"It doesn't matter. Since I can't think of what you want, mom will buy it for you. You can see if you are satisfied with it then. If you are not satisfied, we can look at other products."
"This is actually a very good treatment. Just lie down in the treatment cabin overnight, but..."
It was nice to treat her like that in the first few days after returning to the Song family. She didn't have to care about many things or everyone.
As expected, this child was raised poor in Blue Star. She thought that if she had food and drink, she would be satisfied with everything. That was why she was not interested in things that she could play with and dress up, or she never thought that she would have those things.
, wearing a monotonous white top and jeans all day long.
"That's good, you two have participated in the competition, and I have to prepare two gifts." Mrs. Song said, "What do you want?"
"Why are you so polite to Mom? This kid. Okay, you can play by yourselves. Mom still has some things to deal with." Mrs. Song said.
It made her want to get close to them again, but she felt a little timid.
"A gift?" Song Qinghui said in surprise. She originally thought that after her younger sister also participated in the competition, her mother would give her the dress she had agreed to, but she didn't expect that she would ask them what gift they wanted, indicating that she also had a share.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel soft towards her. She had owed her a bad childhood by not giving her a good childhood, and now she just wanted to make up for it.
Seeing Qinghui caring about her, she came back to her senses, gently stroked Qinghui's head and comforted her: "Qinghui, mom is fine, don't worry. By the way, have you already participated in the calligraphy competition?"
In fact, she had no intention of getting close to the Song family, even if they were related by blood.
"Yes, your father sent him to the hospital. He just came back from a brain surgery and said he was severely allergic to alcohol." Mrs. Song said, without much emotion on her face.
Qinghui saw Mrs. Song frowning and seemed a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you go back and rest first."
Song Qinghui couldn't stop talking about her school to Mrs. Song. She kept talking to Mrs. Song, and occasionally Mrs. Song would ask her a few questions.
"Thank you." Song Jinsheng thanked him softly.
"Mom can't rest even if she's injured. It's really hard to be the mistress of this family." Song Qinghui felt sorry for her mother.
"Jin Sheng, how are you doing at school? Is anyone bullying you?"
Perhaps because she had been thinking about the master's affairs, Mrs. Song was a little absent-minded. When Song Qinghui asked, Mrs. Song was still wandering.
"He is too serious this time. I'm afraid it will have a lot of impact on his physical and mental strength. Whether he can maintain his original talent depends on God's will." Mrs. Song sighed.
Every time they were so kind to her, a glimmer of hope always arose in her heart, but when she thought about the so-called truth she found out six years ago, she felt a little conflicted.
Hearing this, Mrs. Song felt a little sad.
She also complained that she was rude and didn't get close to her. Thinking about it, she felt a slight pain in her heart.
Originally, Mrs. Song and Song Qinghui had been chatting, and Song Jinsheng had been listening beside them.
She must have been lonely when she first arrived at the Song Residence. How could she be so cruel and let her adapt to the new environment in the Song Residence alone?
This kind of contradiction was intertwined in her heart, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"I want a beautiful princess dress!" Song Qinghui said without hesitation. It doesn't matter if it's not Lana blue.
When Song Jinsheng heard what they said, he understood immediately. In the Blue Star era, allergies were a big or small thing, but in serious cases, they could kill people.
I thought it was good to listen to them talking like this, but I didn't expect Mrs. Song to ask herself.
"So serious!" Song Qinghui was shocked.
As for talent, you should be more liberal.
"Don't you have anything special you want? You can buy a dress or jewelry like your sister. Don't worry, our family has money." Mrs. Song asked again.
Every time she asked, Song Jinsheng answered patiently.
Thinking of her indifferent attitude when Jin Sheng came back, even though she knew that her indifference was just an escape.
Mrs. Song couldn't help but guess that there was a master hidden in the family.
Since she went to school, Mrs. Song has asked her many times how she is doing at school and whether she is doing well, as if she is afraid that she will be bullied.
"Yes, think about what you want."
"No."
Mrs. Song also listened quietly and waited for her answer.
"What are you doing, mom?" Song Qinghui couldn't help asking as she watched her mother leave in a hurry.
"Maybe it's just to deal with the matters at the banquet." Song Jinsheng said.
"Mom!" Song Qinghui shouted.
"Indeed." Song Jinsheng also agreed.
Suddenly a bell rang, it was Mrs. Song's brain.
"I'm afraid I will be like my mother in the future. Suddenly I don't want to get married."
Nowadays, someone like Song Qingji would have lost his life if he had failed in the Blue Star era. Fortunately, this is still in the interstellar world, so at least his life can be saved.
She didn't know how to respond to them for a moment. It was obvious that she already knew the truth, had already been disappointed once, and didn't want to have too many interactions.
"I...can do anything." Song Jinsheng thought about it and found that he didn't have anything he wanted. Even if he did, the Song family probably wouldn't be able to give it to him.
After spending some time together, they were very kind to her, which made her feel at a loss.
"Then it won't end."
After hearing this, Song Qinghui smiled and said: "You said it is simple, but it is not that easy. Since I have enjoyed the care of the Song family since I was a child, I will contribute something to the Song family in the future, such as marriage. Who will I marry in the future?
The marriage between the two families can be regarded as a contribution to the family, and it is not in vain that the Song family raised me."
Song Jinsheng was silent for a while and said: "Actually, some things are not the only way to go through marriage."
"I know, but grandpa... wouldn't it be more convenient this way?"