Chapter 482

"Your child is really lovely. If I have such a child, I think I have the best gift in the world." She looked at the woman with a smile, trying to calm her down and let her find her inner maternal love.

The woman smelled speech, slightly Leng for a while, then stretched out her hand to pick up her child.

She sighed: "I'm just angry. If it wasn't for the children, I would have left long ago."

Song Qinghuan smiles for a moment, ready to turn back.

"Wait!" But the woman's voice rang, and success stopped her.

Song Qinghuan looked back at her: "what's the matter?"

"Are you new here?" Asked the woman.

"No, I It's supposed to be a visit to a friend, "Song Qinghuan thought of a suitable answer.

In fact, she didn't know what to do with her in the cold.

The woman frowned: "look at my friend, I moved here last year, but no one lives here all the time..."

After a pause, she continued: "but people in the village say that there is a young man who used to live here with his mother. In order to earn money, his mother often goes to see different men..."

Women don't say it all, but the meaning is obvious.

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened and looked straight at the woman: "what do you say, young man and mother The mother, who is treating the young, is in this room. Is it true or false? "

The woman nodded firmly: "of course, it's true. Although many people in the village have moved away, all the people left behind say so. One day, a mother and son came to the village. They were very embarrassed and hurt. They came to the village like running for their lives. Then they lived in this hut. At first, the son's health was poor, and it seemed that he was frightened and hurt It's very serious. After three or five days, she got sick, had a high fever and nightmares. The mother didn't have any money on her body. You said that the quickest way to get money is to sell herself. What else can she rely on to save her son? "

Hearing this, song Qinghuan was shocked and speechless.

When you think about the scene in the story, you feel cold all over, great mother Great maternal love.

The boy? Who is it? Are you still alive? What do you want to tell her when you take her here?

Do you mean

The woman's voice was still ringing in her ears, sighing and pitying: "in less than a year, the mother was said to be ill all over and died like this. The young man lived here alone for two years and suddenly disappeared one day, but the house was not allowed to be lived by others. It is said that the young man would come back once a year and stay here for three days and three nights 。”

Song Qinghuan covered his mouth in surprise. After a long time, he stammered, "what's the name of that boy..."

"Song Qinghuan!" Inside came the voice of keeping out the cold, which seemed to ask where she was?

The deep and cold male voice rings out, and the woman looks at Song Qinghuan in surprise and doubt. She seems to want to ask song Qinghuan who is in the room?

But song Qinghuan smiles at her and has turned back to the room.

The sound insulation of the fan is so poor. Song Qinghuan didn't know what she said to the woman just now. Did she hear it.

And the boy, is it time to keep out the cold? She hoped not, but there was a strong premonition that it was.