Chapter 927

At night, there are few lights in the park.

Once in a while, there will be people who run at night, and they will pass by from afar under the summer wind.

She was sitting in the corner of the stone steps.

A man, with her skirt in her arms, sat there.

A few meters away from her, there is a street lamp.

The light, can't hit her directly.

But from a distance, you can see beyond the shadow of the lamp, as if there is a figure holding arms and sitting.

Xinluo is crying, silent sobbing.

Curled up arms, white slender neck, deeply buried in the arms.

Only a slight shrug of her shoulders revealed her mood at the moment.

No one will care, this woman sitting in the corner of the stone steps crying.

In this city, there are so many people crying every day.

Life brings pressure to people. People who are overburdened by life always have overstock and need to vent.

Night runners, occasionally passing by, just look at her curiously.

Then, it is irrelevant to move away from the line of sight, continue to move forward.

……

Until, a figure came out of the shadow.

He came up to her and broke her lonely cry.

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"what's the matter with you?"

The childish voice of a child suddenly rings beside the open stone steps.

His voice was deliberately lowered, as if learning from the calm tones of an adult.

The woman with arms in her arms and crying on the stone steps did not look up.

She still shrugged and wept.

This let the boy standing in front of her, in the cold black eyes, flash a trace of hesitation.

The woman on the stone steps did not move, nor did he. He stood like this.

Until a little later, the woman is still crying in a dull voice, the boy's cold face, just a little bit sink.

He had to accept the reality.

It seems that what he said just now was ignored by the woman who was crying in front of him.

Long and narrow eyes, and flash a trace of hesitation.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, with his short index finger, gently poked the woman's exposed soft white lotus root arm.

A poke, much softer than he expected.

So he poked again.

Xinluo is crying bitterly in a muffled voice. She tries to bear the sadness in her heart and bite her teeth, so she doesn't let herself cry out.

But all of a sudden, the arm seemed to be poked by something soft.

She thought it was her own delusion at first.

Then, again.

And then, again.

The person who poked her seems to be addicted to it.

When she didn't look up, he kept poking.

Xinluo, suddenly angry.

She has been poor enough, just want to find a place to cry wantonly, but why did she hide here, still someone to disturb!?

Heart Luo suddenly raised his head and wanted to say "go away" to those who harassed her.

However, all the movements stopped when her eyes were on the deep and narrow star eyes.

In this second, she felt as if time were still.

In front of the boy, has a pair, and Lu Yuchen extremely God like narrow long black eyes.

……

Seeing that she finally reacted, the boy's face finally softened.

Just, the woman's face in a mess of makeup, but let him slightly frown.

He narrowed his eyes and looked like an adult. He asked in a deep voice, "who bullied you?"

"You..."

Xinluo looked at the boy who appeared out of thin air in front of him, once thought that he had an illusion.

The little boy in front of him looked only four or five years old.

Soft black hair on the forehead, a pair of deep and long black eyes, is hidden behind the broken hair, focusing on her.

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