Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shulang, who had chased out with Ji Shumiao's scarf, saw this scene and his eyes suddenly became bloodshot. He raised his foot and kicked the little beast, who fell to the ground against the wall, holding his stomach and unable to get up.

Ji Shulang walked down the stairs in two or three steps and asked anxiously, "Where did you fall?"

Ji Shumiao shook her head to indicate that she was fine. Her winter clothes were thick and she was holding the handrail. She just fell down and it was nothing serious.

That's right, I was scared.

Seeing that she was trembling all over, Ji Shulang didn't believe that she was okay, so he pulled her up and checked her carefully. He was relieved to see that only a slight scratch on her palm was caused.

The little bastard finally got up and stood on the stairs, cursing, "You son of a bitch, how dare you kick me! I'll tell my grandfather!"

Ji Shulang laughed angrily, stuffed the scarf in his hand to Ji Shumiao, and took three steps forward: "Little bastard! If I can't kick you to death, I'll show you who your grandfather is!"

"Wow~"

So brutal, but so handsome.

Ji Shumiao hadn't seen Ji Shulang fighting for many years. Every move he made was so cool!

The little beast's screams were so loud and clear that they alarmed the hotel staff and called out the adults in the box.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ji Shulang gave one last kick before reluctantly withdrawing his hand and pointing at the little bastard to complain: "He pushed Miaomiao down the stairs!"

Ji Shumiao sniffed, tears welled up in her eyes, and spread out her broken hands: "It hurts so much..."

There were so many supporters present that she didn't know which arms to throw herself into. Finally, her grandmother took her in her arms with loving care, held her hand and blew on it.

"This, this, this... It's just a shove between two kids. How can you kill them like this? This is outrageous!" The third uncle pulled up his bruised grandson and scolded Ji Shulang, "He is still a child. How can you be like this!"

Ji Shulang was so angry that he laughed: "I'm not that old either."

He held back when he hit him, and it looked scary but in fact, the injuries were just superficial. He should have kowtowed to express his gratitude if he didn't break many bones.

"We have children too!" Grandpa glared at him, "It's no big deal if they fight a few times. How can you be so petty?"

Was it two hits? The little beast had no good spot on his body. He cried and screamed in pain, asking for his parents.

Tang Zhilong instantly perked up: "Uncle San, the child misses his parents. I'll buy you two train tickets. You should take the child back as soon as possible."

When the people present heard him say this, they all started talking. Some called friends to help buy tickets, some helped the grandfather and grandson pack their things, and some even drove their own vans directly. In short, they worked together to send the plague god away.

Ji Shumiao's family was invited by Tang Zhilong and Lin Shan to stay for dinner before leaving. On the way home, Ji Shumiao noticed billboards outside shops on the street that read "Free hot water" and "Outdoor workers are welcome to rest in the store", which made him feel happy.

Even if one out of a hundred or a thousand stores follows their example, this winter won’t be that cold.

Ji Shumiao asked Qin Rong: "Mom, did godfather and godmother have a daughter before?"

Qin Rong rubbed her hair and said, "Yes, he was two years older than you. He died of leukemia when he was four."

Watching their own flesh and blood being tortured by the disease and becoming unrecognizable, suffering day after day, watching the life of their child being drained away from the body bit by bit, which parent can withstand such a blow?

"You played together when you were little." Qin Rong recalled, "I think there are still photos of you two at home."

After returning home, Qin Rong took out the photo album and found the photo.

In the photo, Ji Shumiao is two years old and Tang Rui is four years old. The photo was taken somewhere in the provincial capital. The two little girls are sitting on the steps, each holding a big piece of watermelon in their hands, looking at the camera with sunny and lovely smiles.

At that time, no one expected that Tang Rui would be diagnosed with leukemia soon after.

Ji Shumiao held the photo and looked at it carefully, and found that there was a mole under Tang Rui's right eyelid.

The same beautiful big eyes.

The next day was Monday, but because it was a holiday for New Year's Day, there were still no classes.

Ji Shumiao was going out after lunch and wanted to ask Brother Lang to go with him, but he was studying hard, so he swallowed the invitation.

Brother Lang seems to have come to his senses recently. He has stopped playing games and watching anime. He spends all day either studying or learning how to do business.

Ji Shumiao was very pleased and went out by car alone: ​​"Uncle Yang, go to the back door of the school."

"Do we still have to go to school during the holidays?" Yang Donglin asked as he started the car.

"Ah."

Ji Shumiao wants to go see Qingqing.