Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Song Jing, let me tell you, you are being unfilial! If you do this, you will be struck by lightning in the future!"

His rough, gray hand pointed straight in the direction of the boy's head, like a heavy mallet, as if he was stabbing him hard.

He was full of malicious curses, and his mountain-like figure seemed to return to the dark days in an instant.

Quarrels, fights, and screams between men and women,

The woman's bright red nails were poking straight at his head, her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and she wanted him to die immediately.

The overwhelming smell of alcohol, the thunderous snoring, the woman's cry, and the man's slap.

Such a weak boy trembled like a quail and hid in the corner, not even daring to shed tears.

Because he knew that as long as he cried, the woman would be beaten hysterically.

Song Jing lowered his head, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, without a trace of blood.

His hands were cold, as cold as the ice and snow outside, and they couldn't warm them no matter how hard they covered them.

He was trembling and his palms were sweating.

The eye sockets were filled with terrifying bloodshot eyes, which were vaguely twisted and ferocious, and seemed to contain endless miserable cries.

The wounds of the past were torn open without a trace of pity.

It was obviously well blocked, but when it was torn open, it was discovered that pus had already formed inside, and it was stinking, rotten, and extremely ulcerated.

Yun Si kicked Song Zhiqiang out and even coldly called the police.

After Song Zhiqiang left, Yun Si returned to the living room, looked at the man who lowered his head and never spoke again, and opened his arms.

"hug."

She whispered.

Just like before, he was always so dependent and clingy.

The young man suddenly hugged her, lifted her off the ground, and held her tightly.

I don't know since when, his shoulders have become broad and his arms have become powerful.

His body has truly grown into a man, and is no longer the skinny, powerless child he once was.

He lowered his head and buried it deeply in her neck, so quiet that he couldn't speak.

She is not like the cat-like girl she was before, nor is she so cold towards others.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a strange daze.

It was so quiet that it was a little scary.

Yun Si frowned slightly and stroked his head gently.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak either.

Just hug him quietly and tell him that she is always there.

Snow was falling outside the window, swirling in the air, dyeing the entire world a flawless white.

The wind was blowing loudly, and the sky in the distance seemed to be filled with lead, pressing down low and darkly, giving people infinite heaviness and depression.

The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn.

When there is insufficient light inside the house, it becomes dim and dark, giving people an airtight feeling wrapped in a large net.

I don’t know how long it took, when a wisp of snow outside the window fell on the edge of the window,

Inside the room, Yun Si suddenly felt a dampness on her neck.

Like a drop of rain in the bleak sky, it fell suddenly and splashed on the dusty ground.

Yun Si's movements paused, her palms caressing his head, freezing for several seconds.

The warm moisture on my neck gradually spread.

The soft whimpers and sobs as low as a baby's, seemed to reveal all the vulnerable sides.

He had never cried in front of her, not once.

Even when he was admitted to the hospital, he never shed a tear in front of her.