In 1997, a warm winter passed.

Shortly after the New Year, the spring was chilly and the temperature dropped ten degrees.

The nine-year-old Ye Qiaolu wore a small cotton jacket and carried a small schoolbag and ran away from home.

On weekdays, she only recognizes the way to school and unconsciously walks towards the school. She lowers her head and stares at the road, for fear of meeting a neighbor or something.

Passing through a small venue, there are several elementary school students who are playing in the sand pool.

Hearing the noise, Ye Qiaolu bit her lips and looked over. Then she walked straight forward.

When she was about to arrive at school, she suddenly realized that she was going to run away from home. She looked at the familiar road ahead, wrinkled her face, turned around and walked towards the fork road next to her that she had never walked before.

As she walked farther and farther away, she was a little nervous and looked back at the road she had walked, unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar buildings, and schools had long been lost. She was cruel and ran.

The schoolbag hit her back one after another, and even the shoulder straps slid down.

She grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag with both hands and continued running forward.

After running a few steps, she felt that her schoolbag became heavier.

So I let go.

The schoolbag ran with her and smashed on her back.

It hurt so much that she stopped.

Ye Qiaolu was panting, intending to take a rest. She bent down and lowered her head.

At this time, a football flew over and hit the back of her head.

With a "thump", her body fell to the side. The part hit by the ball was in great pain. Her eyes were filled with stars and she felt the white light flashing in the sky.

Next to the road, there was an open space. A group of little boys stood there, staring blankly at Ye Qiaolu who was lying on the ground.

A boy shouted, "Die!"

Another boy called: "I was killed by the ball!"

The third boy pointed at the fourth boy, "You killed someone!"

The fourth boy walked towards Ye Qiaolu without saying a word.

The other three boys followed.

Four boys surrounded Ye Qiaolu, who was still alive.

"what to do?"

"Murdered."

"Call the police."

The fourth boy still didn't say anything. He squatted down and touched his fingers in Ye Qiaolu's hair.

There is blood.

The other three boys were shocked and even more screamed.

Ye Qiaolu came back at this time and moaned in pain. She opened her eyes slightly and saw four black shadows above. Then, the pain in her head made her close her eyes again.

"Ergou." The fourth boy finally started to speak, "You go find my mother and ask her to borrow a small truck. I will carry this person to the intersection of Xiangshan Street."

The first boy was named Ergou. After hearing this, he ran back immediately.

The fourth boy pulled Ye Qiaolu up, then asked the other two boys to help, and lifted her onto his back.

Ye Qiaolu was a little confused, but she heard the boy carrying her humming, "The little fat ball is so heavy."

She frowned her nose.

In her dizzy head, she still remembers to refute him silently. She was just a little fat, not as round as a ball. She was not a little fat ball.

The boy carried her chubby body with a small back. When he walked, he was a little confused.

She felt uncomfortable and earned her money.

The boy stopped, "Awaken?" His voice was a little sandy, which sounded strange at first.

Ye Qiaolu didn't speak, but she was still very dizzy. She rested her head on his shoulder.

The boy continued to move forward.

The cold wind came from the side, blowing the boy's slightly longer hair.

The hair stroked her cheek, itchy.

She frowned again.

The second boy was carrying Ye Qiaolu's schoolbag and looked at the card that was blocked on the schoolbag. He said, "Her name is four words, Ye doesn't know what feather green."

The third boy approached, carefully recalling the pronunciation of the word, and said, "Yao. Ye Yao Yulu."

The next second, the two boys looked at each other and said in unison, "What a strange name."

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The day Ye Qiaolu was born was her mother's death.

Therefore, Ye Chengfeng never celebrated his daughter's birthday. Apart from this, he gave his daughter a very wealthy life. He has been good at eating and dressing since childhood.

Ye Qiaolu feels very happy. She always feels envious whenever she sees a child with a mother.

She had never mentioned these to Ye Chengfeng. At a young age, she vaguely understood that her father didn't want to talk about his mother.

Regarding her mother's description, she only heard Ye Chengfeng say once, "Your mother... is a very good woman."

There is nothing else.

Ye Qiaolu didn't know how good she was. She had never seen her mother's photo before.

Ye Chengfeng's business is growing, and he spends less and less time with his daughter. Most of the time, Ye Qiaolu is with his nanny, Aunt Zhen. Over time, Ye Qiaolu feels wronged. Not only does he not have a mother, but he can't even see his father.

During this year's Spring Festival, Ye Chengfeng agreed to accompany Ye Qiaolu to the hot springs to play.

A change of mind temporarily.

He shoved it over and over again and pushed it to yesterday.

It turned out that I didn't go.

So, Ye Qiaolu ran away from home by learning the trouble of TV series.

This time I left, I hit my head.

Ye Qiaolu woke up in the hospital and saw a very beautiful aunt. She was so beautiful that she looked at her with blinking eyes.

Shi Yumei's head was just raised, and she met Ye Qiaoqing's round eyes. She smiled, "Little boy, are you awake? Does your head still hurt?"

Ye Qiaolu shook her head. This action made her wound rub against the pillow and it hurt again. She was muffled, "It hurts."

Shi Yumei smiled, stepped forward and breathed at the wound wrapped in gauze, then gently raised Ye Qiaolu's head, found the best angle for her, avoided the wound and put it down, "The doctor said, you must rest well these days. Don't move around, as it will hurt if you touch it."

Ye Qiaolu blinked again and looked at Shi Yumei, "Thank you aunt."

"Be good, so polite." Shi Yumei was very kind, "Little boy, do you remember the phone number at home?"

Speaking of home, Ye Qiaolu pouted. She didn't want to go home. There was no mother or father at home, and no one to play with her.

"Don't remember?"

Ye Qiaolu aimed at Shi Yumei, hesitating.

Seeing that there was suspicion on her little face, Shi Yumei stroked her bangs and comforted her: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. Auntie will help you find your parents."

Ye Qiaolu felt guilty. The phone number was in the homework book. But she just didn't want to tell this beautiful aunt. This aunt had a strange smell, and she couldn't say what it smelled like, it was a bit like the fish that Aunt Zhen bought. However, she felt that her aunt smiled like a good person on TV.

"Mom." A voice sounded at the door.

"Oh." Shi Yumei turned around and stood up, "Have you bought the meal?"

Ye Qiaoqing's round eyes slipped over the door.

A boy stood there, holding a big lunch box in his hand.

Ye Qiaolu stared at the big lunch box without blinking.

"Here." The boy glanced at the leaves of Qiaogu.

She was still staring, without a trace of light elsewhere.

He turned his head and shook his big lunch box at Shi Yumei, saying, "Big fish and big meat."

Shi Yumei asked, "Are the kid hungry? Get up for lunch."

Ye Qiaolu was of course hungry. She ate a bowl of lean meat porridge in the morning and ran away from home. She is now hungry.

Shi Yumei saw Ye Qiaolu looking at the lunch box and smiled, "Get up and have a meal."

Ye Qiaolu nodded and quickly got up. Her round body, in line with her movements, was a little slow.

Shi Yumei opened the lunch box, and the hot meal radiated a mouth-watering fragrance.

Ye Qiaolu couldn't help swallowing.
To be continued...