Chapter 952 I Will Coax You to Sleep in the Future (29)

Feng Qian took a look, and his eyes fell on the broken glass window again.

The wind is not strong today. Standing at the door, she can vaguely feel the wind blowing into the room, and the glass is also trembling slightly.

During the day, the wind blowing on the body does not make people feel cold, but if it is night and is blown by the night wind, it will be easy to catch cold.

Feng Qian pondered secretly, when would he abduct Shards and not come back.

Feng Qianfa would be stunned, but Yan Ci had already packed his backpack and walked towards her.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and turned his head slightly: "So fast?"

"Um."

Yan Ci responded softly and nodded.

He was carrying the black backpack in his hand. There shouldn't be much in it. The backpack was deflated and not so bulging.

Feng Qian didn't think much about it, anyway, if there was something missing, she could make it up for him.

It's just... She soon encountered another century problem.

The little girl stood at the top of the stairs, looking down.

Feng Qian swallowed, and turned his head to look at the young man beside him.

Yan Ci's expression was as usual, calmly, and she went down the stairs first.

Feng Qian resignedly followed behind.

Although going down the stairs seems to be easier than going up the stairs, but in the neighborhood where Yan Ci lives, the stairs are not usually steep, and if you are not careful, you will stumble and fall.

When Feng Qian went down the stairs, he had a sullen face the whole time, with a serious expression on his face as if he was facing an enemy.

When she got down to the first floor, the girl bent down and hammered her calf heartlessly.

The young man in front of him stood tall and straight, looking back at her quietly.

He held the backpack with his fingertips, and then slowly carried it back.

Yan Ci approached Feng Qian and took a few steps. He blinked and parted his lips, but he didn't know what to say.

Feng Qian took a rest and stood up.

She took a step forward, raised her hand and patted Yan Ci's shoulder: "Okay, we can go."

Yan Ci was stunned for a moment, and the touch on his shoulder made the young man freeze in place.

He suddenly became nervous, but when he looked up and saw that Feng Qian had already walked a short distance, he pursed his lips and raised his heels to follow.

Walking out of the big iron gate of the community, Feng Qian led the people into the car.

When the car was driving smoothly on the road, Feng Qian said casually: "I thought you would live with your parents."

When the word "parents" was mentioned, Yan Ci held the backpack on his lap, and his fingertips tightened slightly.

There was misty confusion in the boy's dark eyes.

"I don't have parents," he said.

Yan Ci lowered his head, his eyes quietly falling on the black backpack in his hand.

Feng Qian was also taken aback.

Only the boy continued: "I grew up in an orphanage without parents."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

Well, it's really a very poor little girl.

Probably because he held it in his heart for a long time, and the girl beside him was different from others, Yan Ci silently explained his life experience.

Combined with the information given by the system, Feng Qian only felt that the fragments were so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.

When Yan Ci was sensible, he was already in the orphanage.

He didn't know who his parents were, and whether they were still alive.

He has been withdrawn since he was a child. Someone came to adopt a child, and he always stayed in his small room indifferently.

Putting together a puzzle that he has put together for a long time without knowing how many times.

He was not adopted by anyone and has been in an orphanage.

Fortunately, the orphanage is supported by charities and philanthropists.

At the age of school, Yan Ci was also lucky to be supported one-on-one.