white moon messenger

No one would help the granddaughter of a lunatic grandma, and everyone avoided it for fear of getting a little bad luck.

The rain just slid down the tip of Qin Zhun's nose, beside his ears, Qin Zhun could no longer hear the sounds around him clearly, only the word "monster" remained in his mind.

Is she a monster?

Everyone says so.

The coat was draped over the head to keep out the cold.

She didn't see who was coming, she only smelled the fruity fragrance on the skirt of her clothes. Soon, the fruity fragrance was dispersed by the rain, but someone held an umbrella for her.

"You don't know how to hide when it's raining! Why are you standing in the rain?"

The child's voice shouted angrily in the rain.

The coat was lifted, Wen You looked at her with red eyes, and covered Qin Zhun's cold face with his small hands.

Did she cry?

Qin Zhun took a step back subconsciously, his voice was soft and scattered in the rain.

"dirty."

Wen You leaned close to her: "What?"

Grandma He said distressedly: "Which family's baby? What are you doing here on a rainy day?"

Qin Zhun moved his lips, but finally said nothing, she didn't want Wen You to know these dirty things.

How can I meet her every time I'm in a mess?

"Stop being a savior, stay away from me."

Wen You turned to look at Grandma He, and the old man held an umbrella and looked at Qin Zhun worriedly.

"Where are your parents?"

Qin Zhun shook his head.

"Your home, you always know where your home is?"

Qin Zhun looked into Grandma He's eyes, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Grandma," Wen You tugged at Grandma He's hanging hand, "Let's take Zhun Zhun home."

In Wen You's eyes, Qin Zhun was an abandoned child, and his heart ached.

Grandma He squatted down and carefully put Wen You's coat on Qin Zhun's body, and said softly, "Baby, you are not dirty."

Qin Zhun finally broke his guard, tugging on the coat and crying hard.

Grandma He sighed, Wen You didn't understand why Qin Zhun suddenly cried, but just held Qin Zhun's hand, trying to make her warmer.

Qin Zhun was brought home by Grandma He and changed into a set of clean clothes. Qin Zhun was taller than Wen You, but thinner than Wen You.

Grandma He found a set of clothes that Wen You bought for her, and only then did she solve the problem of clothes.

Wen You gave Qin Zhun a bowl of ginger soup, and Grandma He was contacting Liu Qingzhu, the head teacher of Wen You's class, to find out about the situation.

"They're all out of town? Parents are out of town, who is taking care of the child?"

Liu Qingzhu on the other end of the phone was also terribly frightened, how could a good child be thrown on the street.Liu Qingzhu comforted Grandma He's mood: "Well, let me contact Qin Zhun's parents, please take care of Qin Zhun first."

Grandma He agrees.

in the room.

Qin Zhun had already washed off the dirt on his body. He had a thin face with delicate features, but his short hair became dry and fluffy after being blown dry.

Wen You noticed the scratches on her legs, and held her down: "Don't move around." She turned and got off the bed, and went outside.

Qin Zhun was at a loss while holding the porcelain bowl in his hand, and sensitively looked at the scene in the house.She sat cross-legged on Wen You's small bed. On Wen You's table, there were all kinds of gadgets in a mess. There was also a string of small wind chimes hanging outside the window. timbre.

The door opened with a creak, and Wen You's little head poked out from the crack of the door, holding a small medicine box in his hand, but Grandma He didn't follow in, Wen You seemed a little struggling to hold the small medicine box, and comforted him Looking at Qin Zhun: "It's okay, I can, you sit down."

Wen You put the small medicine box on her messy table, just pressing down the half-written exercise book, Wen You didn't pay much attention, and opened the medicine box with a "click", muttering to Grandma He Words: "Smear red potion on it."

Wen You rummaged in the medicine box, took a cotton swab and dipped it in the red medicine, pouting and blowing on Qin Zhun non-stop, "Don't cry, you'll be fine soon, soon."

Qin Zhun wondered, why did Wen You think he was a crying bag?

But Qin Zhun still held the rim of the empty porcelain bowl tightly when Wen You applied the medicine.

The temperature of that hand was too hot.

Qin Zhun was so gentle that she could not have expected, she lowered her eyelids, and her heartbeat slowed down following Wen You's movements unconsciously.

The room fell silent.

"Aren't you going to ask me what's going on?" Qin Zhun looked at the little girl who lowered her head and applied medicine to her. It was a hot day, and she had a ball head pierced. Now the hairs have exploded, and the hairs around the center are a little bit spread.

Wen You didn't notice for a while, and said what was in his heart: "Grandma said that I won't let me ask."

Wen You stopped his mouth in time and looked at Qin Zhun carefully, but Qin Zhun didn't have any expression on his face and just said lightly: "Is the medicine ready?"

Wen You withdrew his hands shyly: "Okay, that's it."

Qin Zhun said politely and politely, "Thank you."

Wen You stared into her eyes and said nervously, "Are you angry? I'm sorry."

Qin Zhun shook his head: "No, I'm not angry, just a little tired."

"Then would you like to rest for a while?" Wen You looked at Qin Zhun's uneasy expression, "I'll stay here with you."

Qin Zhun: "You will be very boring."

Wen You pulled out the homework under the medicine box, and motioned to her: "I do my homework, you sleep."

"Can you write?"

Wen You pursed his mouth and patted his homework vigorously, wanting to prove himself: "I will!"

Qin Zhun finally showed his first smile here.

Wen You helped Qin Zhun spread the quilt to cover him in, and went to the desk to do homework by himself.

As the sky darkened, Qin Zhun slept more peacefully than ever on a small bed. The pleasant fruity fragrance enveloped her and brought her to the warm country she longed for.

In the evening, Qin Zhun's parents finally rushed back. They looked unbelievable. Qin Zhun's father insisted on taking Qin Zhun back, saying that Qin Zhun and his grandma had lost their temper and ran away. When people went home to deal with it, Qin Zhun's mother looked calm on the side.Grandma He didn't believe their so-called words and insisted on calling the police.

"Let us take the private affairs of our family home and deal with them. Why are you reporting to the police?"

"Since the child has come to me, I won't leave it alone." There was a commotion outside, Grandma He was a gentle person but she also showed a tough attitude.

Liu Qingzhu was mediating.

Wen You opened the door and watched quietly, put his hands on Wen You's shoulders, at some point, Qin Zhun woke up, and watched the farce side by side with Wen You.

Wen You looked at Qin Zhun's profile, not knowing how to comfort Qin Zhun.

Qin Zhun's tone changed back to the coldness just now, but softened a bit: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Wen You said in a low voice: "Your parents are so fierce, it's not your fault."

The foreword does not match the afterword.

Qin Zhun lowered his eyes, trying to hide the sadness in his heart.

Grandma He's voice trembled slightly outside: "Tell me, how can a child who runs away from home be injured?"

Father Qin's tone paused.

Shen Huairou with a dull expression on the side finally responded: "Injured?...Is Xiao Zhun injured?"

Grandma He snorted coldly: "My whole body is covered in mud. I didn't take a closer look at some wounds on my body, but it's absolutely impossible for me to cause the wounds myself."

Shen Huairou's breathing was stagnant, and her pupils dilated to look at Father Qin: "Didn't you tell me that Xiaozhun had an argument with his mother, that's why Xiaozhun ran out! Then where did she get hurt?"

Qin's father didn't know about it himself. Xiao Sumei's tone when he called him was obviously hypocritical. He didn't ask much, but could only vaguely say: "Maybe Xiaozhun met some bad guys when he came out..."

Liu Qingzhu frowned, realizing that something was wrong. When a normal parent heard that the child was injured, the first reaction was not to worry about the child, but to cover up the fact that the child was injured.

Shen Huairou suddenly became cruel to Qin's father, grabbed his collar and shouted, "Qin Guotao, I'm just such a child!"

Qin Guotao felt ashamed immediately, and immediately yelled back: "Your child? Have you recognized him now? You are not the only child. Don't forget Shen Huairou."

Wen You was completely shocked, tears were already rolling in his eyes, and he still didn't forget to cover Qin Zhun's eyes, Qin Zhun had already clenched his fists, with boundless despair in his heart.

The adults discovered the movement here.

Shen Huairou rushed over, hugged Qin Zhun and began to cry.

Qin Zhun was cold all over. Since she was born, she hadn't seen this mother's smiling face a few times. No matter what she did, Shen Huairou was always cold. When she was older, Qin Zhun had never seen Shen Huairou. Be gentle.

The only one who grew up with her was Xiao Sumei, her grandma, who seemed to be drunk all day long, and occasionally when she was sober, she didn't look good to her a few times.

She dare not cry.

Qin Zhun heard that Shen Huairou was crying, and Wen You was crying too. Her limbs were stiff, and the red mark on her wrist pinched by Xiao Sumei was still aching, but Qin Zhun still raised his hand to pat Wen You's back, and said mechanically: "Yuyou, don't cry."

Qin Guotao came over to pull Shen Huairou and Qin Zhun away, but Wen You held Qin Zhun tightly and shouted, "Go away!"

At this moment, Shen Huairou finally regained his senses, pushed Qin Guotao away, and said harshly, "Call the police."

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Qin Zhun's thoughts were drawn back, and he looked sideways at Wen You, who was drowsy from listening to the lecture, and did not let the little girl know what happened next.

The police came, passers-by quickly provided evidence, Xiao Sumei was drunk, insulted Qin Zhun and dragged Qin Zhun on the street, it was clearly recorded in the surveillance, Qin Guotao contacted Xiao Sumei, and the group went to the police station .

Wen You came out with a bottle in his arms, and rushed to the police station with Grandma He in the dark of night.

Considering that Wen You was still young, he left Wen You in the lobby to be taken care of by the policewomen.

Seeing Wen You's maternal instinct, the policewomen kept teasing him, wanting to see what Wen You was holding in his arms.

Wen You justly refused.

It was already late at night when everything was over, Wen You fell asleep lying on the bench in the hall.

Qin Zhun's expression was still indifferent, Shen Huairou had obviously cried, his hair was disheveled, and he looked relieved.

Qin Zhun kept everything here out of the world, and just stared blankly at Wen You, who was curled up on the bench, a small one, covered with a blanket.

Seeing Grandma He coming out, the female police officer got up and said, "It's over, the child can't hold on to sleep." Grandma He nodded, going to pick Wen You up.

Wen You woke up with a movement, broke free from Grandma He's arms, and handed the glass bottle in her arms to Qin Zhun.

In the clear glass bottle, there are colorful paper-folded stars.

Wen You rubbed his sleepy eyes, smiled, and gently leaned into Qin Zhun's ear and said, "The lucky star is for you."

Qin Zhun was stunned: "You... folded it? Give it to me?"

Wen You blinked playfully: "Well, I folded it while you were asleep, you are not a unlucky child."

So, she gave Qin Zhun a pool of stars.

Qin Zhun murmured: "Didn't you believe in the Moon God before?"

Wen You replied bluntly: "I don't know how to fold the moon, idiot."

Wen You was led away by Grandma He and disappeared into the night. Qin Zhun stroked the glass bottle in his arms, and the Moon God salvaged the stars in the star pool and brought her brilliance.

At this time, Qin Zhun, who had become a girl, looked at the mild afternoon sun outside the window and murmured.

From a certain point of view, the night is the punishment of the moon, but there are stars accompanying her, love and contradiction.

And you are my final judgment.