The little girl was pretty, with a smooth forehead, long eyelashes, a round face that was red from the high fever, and her small lips were slightly raised in pain.
Hai Dongqing sat in front of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the little girl he had known for only a few hours, feeling inexplicably worried.
What will happen if she wakes up and can't see her parents? What if she goes to her mother crying and fussing?
Hai Dongqing was at a loss for a long time and shook her head. She thought her idea was ridiculous. It had nothing to do with the little girl crying.
At the same time, Hai Dongqing was also shocked and surprised by her own thoughts. When did she, Donghai Hai Dongqing, become so kind-hearted?
Hai Dongqing stopped looking at the little girl, turned around and dialed Lu Shanmin's phone again. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. What she was most worried about now was Lu Shanmin's safety, although she knew that given his level, he would leave.
It is difficult for the other party to keep him, but given Lu Shanmin's stubborn character, he is still somewhat worried.
Hai Dongqing was a little restless. She wanted to go to meet him, but she didn't know if Lu Shanmin had left there at the moment. Moreover, she was also a little worried about leaving the little girl alone in the clinic.
Hai Dongqing shook his head helplessly. In the past, she would do whatever she wanted to do and not do it if she didn't want to. I don't know when she started to become indecisive.
Concern can make the heart feel less lonely, and at the same time, concern can affect the speed of drawing the sword.
She had spent many years cutting off all worries that affected her speed in drawing the sword, and now, this feeling came back.
This feeling is both good and bad.
After putting down the phone, Hai Dongqing looked back and saw a pair of big watery eyes looking at him. The little girl had woken up at some point.
The little girl didn't cry or speak as expected, she just looked at her with her big eyes.
Hai Dongqing felt a little guilty inexplicably, fearing that the little girl would ask her mother.
"My name is Hai Dongqing, what's your name?" Hai Dongqing asked first.
"Hello, Sister Hai, my name is Wang Yuan and I am eight years old this year." The little girl's voice is very soft and sweet.
Hai Dongqing frowned slightly, "You should call me auntie."
Wang Yuan hummed, "Auntie, are you my mother's friend?"
Hai Dongqing doesn’t know
How to answer? After a while, he just said yes.
Wang Yuan stared at Hai Dongqing blankly, "Where is she?"
"She," Hai Dongqing said, but did not say it. "She has something to do. She will come to see you when she is done."
"What about my dad"?
Hai Dongqing glanced at the hanging bottle that was about to be lost, and said calmly: "The same goes for him."
After leaving the clinic, there was a busy street. Hai Dongqing walked in front, and the little girl followed behind.
Perhaps because the illness has not yet fully recovered, the little girl had a hard time keeping up. She had to jog a few steps every time she walked a certain distance, just to barely keep up with Hai Dongqing's pace.
The clinic is only two or three kilometers away from the village in the city, but the walk made the little girl sweat profusely.
When he got downstairs, Hai Dongqing suddenly stopped. The little girl who was trotting didn't stop and bumped into her.
Hai Dongqing turned to look at the small noodle shop diagonally opposite, where a pair of hateful eyes were staring at her.
Wang Yuan's gaze was in the same direction as Hai Dongqing's. The difference was that her gaze was deeply attracted by the steaming noodle bucket.
"Are you hungry?" Hai Dongqing asked calmly.
The little girl licked her lips and hummed.
Hai Dongqing turned around and walked towards the noodle shop, his hateful eyes staying on her.
Entering the noodle shop, Hai Dongqing pointed to the innermost seat and said, "Sit inside."
Wang Yuan said oh and walked inside obediently.
Hai Dongqing and the noodle shop proprietress stood opposite each other.
"Two bowls of noodles".
The woman's eyes were bloodshot, "Did you kill him?"
"Yes." Hai Dongqing's answer was simple and indifferent, as if he had stepped on an ant.
With tears in her eyes, the woman said in a trembling voice: "He is just an ordinary spy who is following, why do you want to kill him?"
"Why?" "I, Haidongqing, don't need a reason to kill someone."
The woman said with hatred: "You are a murderous female devil who never blinks an eye"!
"The devil"? A contemptuous smile appeared on Hai Dongqing's lips. "Do you only know now?"
The woman clenched her fists and trembled slightly, "The old gentleman is right, you high-minded people never treat others as human beings."
Hai Dongqing glanced at the woman
Fist, said calmly: "Save your life and go back and tell that old immortal that from today on, as long as he dares to send people to follow him, I will kill every one I find."
After saying that, Haidong Qingchao walked inside the store.
The woman's fists were unclenched, clenched, loosened again, clenched again, and finally she finally unclenched her fists, while cooking the noodles, shedding tears of hatred.
The greatest sorrow in the world is this. The enemy is clearly right in front of you, but you can't do anything about it.
Two bowls of noodles and only a few minutes of work.
The woman raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, picked up a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them into the noodle bowl.
After serving the small noodles, the woman once again glared at Hai Dongqing fiercely, her eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.
Hai Dongqing didn't look at her, pushed one of the bowls of noodles in front of the little girl, and said calmly: "Eat it."
After the woman left, the little girl took a few mouthfuls of noodles and whispered: "Aunt Hai, is she crying?"
Hai Dongqing hummed but did not answer.
The child was curious by nature and asked again: "Why is she crying?"
Hai Dongqing said calmly: "Her husband is dead."
"Ah"? The little girl looked at the woman's back, feeling a little sad, and her face was full of sympathy, "She must be very sad."
Hai Dongqing asked: "Do you pity her?"
The little girl hummed, "She is so pitiful."
Hai Dongqing took a bite of noodles and said calmly: "You shouldn't pity her."
The little girl blinked her big watery eyes and asked: "Why?"
Hai Dongqing looked up at the little girl, "Because you, like me, are not qualified to pity others."
The little girl scratched her head, not quite understanding what Hai Dongqing meant.
"Why"?
Hai Dongqing said impatiently: "Because those who pity others may one day find that they are the most pitiful person."
The little girl's eyes rolled in her eye sockets several times. She pretended to think for a long time and asked again: "Why?"
Hai Dongqing frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "Are you one of the 100,000 whys?"?!
The little girl stuck out her tongue and began to eat the noodles in big mouthfuls. The noodles squeaked in her mouth. She looked as happy as eating delicacies from the mountains and seas.