Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The vicious cycle keeps repeating like this, everyone sees it, but no one dares to say a word.

It wasn't until Liang Wenjing was accidentally killed by Song Zhiqiang that the neighbors in the community started talking about it.

It is said that Liang Wenjing's evil deeds will be punished, and it would not be a pity to die.

I just feel sorry for this child Song Jing, whose biological mother is missing.

The biological father also killed someone and will definitely be sentenced to prison soon.

How will a child who is only eight years old live alone?

After listening to the neighbors' comments, Zhou Simin couldn't help but feel sorry for this child.

After all, she is about the same age as her own daughter.

Thinking about it, if this happened to her daughter, she would probably be heartbroken to death.

"By the way, Xiao Zhou, if you have time in the past two days, can our neighborhood committee organize and raise some money for Song Jing?"

"He is a very pitiful child. We will try our best to help him as much as we can."

"Yes, yes, Song Jing must feel uncomfortable being alone in the hospital. Even though he is still young, he is actually quite sensitive..."

The mothers-in-law and aunts all gathered together, talking and sighing.

Zhou Simin sat on the stone bench at the bottom of the community and asked,

"Then Xiao Song doesn't have any relatives? For example, uncles, aunts, etc.?"

Granny Liu shook her fan and waved her hands,

"Come on, with Song Zhiqiang's virtue, which relative would dare to associate with him?"

"Besides, that Song Zhiqiang doesn't seem to have any brothers or sisters, only an aunt with whom he is slightly related."

"However, it was previously said that Song Zhiqiang lost hundreds of thousands in gambling and chased his aunt for money. As a result, her aunt moved away overnight without even leaving her address."

"If you give someone a child now, they certainly don't have the obligation to accept it. After all, it's not an orphanage. How can they just accept more if they can?"

"As for Song Jing, his mother left Song Jing and ran away. It's a bit difficult to find her now."

Zhou Simin felt heartbroken as she listened.

How could such a child be so miserable?

"Alas, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite." Several mothers-in-law lamented.

"Hey, Xiao Zhou, it's already four o'clock, why don't you go pick up your little girl?"

After Zhou Simin heard this, he immediately looked at his phone.

He patted his head and stood up, "Ah, I would have forgotten it if you didn't remind me."

"Stop talking, I'm going to pick up the kids first."

Zhou Simin hurriedly walked outside the community.

In the ward,

The smell of cold disinfectant filled the entire room.

The potion bottle was hung on the shelf, and dripping down the tube.

Flowed into the thin arms, and then was no longer visible.

The child on the bed moved his fingers slightly.

Silently, in the silent ward, it seemed particularly weak.

But soon, his hand was held,

Tucked in by the corners, it was very quiet.

The hand being held suddenly seemed to move again.

As if unconsciously, grasping.

Yun Si was sitting beside the hospital bed, writing her homework.

After feeling his movement, she immediately put down the pen in her hand and leaned over to look at him.

"Brother Song Jing?"

She held his hand, as if she was afraid of waking him up, and spoke very softly.

The eyes of the little boy on the bed moved, his soft eyelashes trembled, and his grip on his hands became tighter and tighter.

He grabbed Yun Si's hand hard, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

The respirator has been removed from his face, and the bruises have faded a lot.