novelsite Chapter 46 I haven't cried yet
Chapter 46 I haven't cried yet
"Just passing by," Jiang Xing replied dryly, then squatted down to be at eye level with Song Juexiao.
The little girl tilted her head and silently took a step back.
The two green eyes clearly displayed the word "disbelief".
"My apartment is on the top floor," Song Juexiao said slowly. "There are only two households on the first floor."
"You're not from my family, nor are you my next-door neighbor. How could it be such a coincidence that you just happened to be passing by?" The girl spoke slowly, but her logic was very clear.
This was the first time Jiang Xingni had heard Song Juexiao speak.
As a superhuman with the ability to speak, Song Juexiao rarely speaks unless absolutely necessary.
She could hear Song Juexiao's voice; even when she activated her superpower, she could still hear him singing.
The voice was nine-tenths similar to that of the child in front of him.
The only difference was that young Song Juexiao's voice had become a bit more childish compared to his later voice.
Jiang Xingni laughed, not at all annoyed that the child had contradicted her: "Smart."
She reached out, wanting to ruffle the little girl's long red hair, but Song Juexiao dodged away with a hint of disgust.
"Don't touch me," the little girl said slowly, looking into Jiang Xingni's eyes. Then, for some reason, she suddenly blushed. "Mommy said I can't talk to strangers..."
Jiang Xingni: ?
Just as Jiang Xingni was puzzled and had not yet withdrawn his outstretched hand, Song Juexiao remained silent for a few seconds, then blushed and placed his head under Jiang Xingni's palm.
Song Juexiao's tone remained cold and indifferent, and he spoke in a cat-like voice, "Fine, I'll allow you to touch me."
Jiang Xingnian remained silent.
Jiang Xingni silently ruffled Song Juexiao's hair.
"I declare," Jiang Xingni said to the system in his mind. "Now I know what makes a tsundere cat so adorable."
system:……
"Song Juexiao is not a cat you raised." The system silently retorted in Jiang Xingni's mind.
Although it looked through the forum's comments, it felt that its rebuttal was completely useless.
As Song Juexiao grew up, he improved a little—a little, but not much.
Even if she can be considered to be able to express her thoughts honestly, many people still label her as a tsundere cat.
When the new comic is updated and the young Song Juexiao appears, even the system can't imagine how far Song Juexiao's character will go.
Since Jiang Xingni started hunting down the wordless book, he hasn't checked the comic feedback on his phone or the forum reactions, so he naturally has no idea what the system is thinking.
She looked at the still young Song Juexiao with a smile: "Why did your attitude change so quickly? Weren't you just being very wary of me?"
Jiang Xingni deliberately teased the child, saying this.
However, Song Juexiao only glanced at Jiang Xingni and then pointed to Jiang Xingni's eyes—golden eyes.
She said, "I think I've seen your eyes before; they're very beautiful eyes."
Song Juexiao herself didn't know where this impression came from, or why she remembered those golden eyes.
But a voice, seemingly from nowhere, told her something in her mind.
The person in front of me is trustworthy, the person I can rely on.
Song Juexiao stared at Jiang Xingni quietly for a while. She was still unable to process the information in her mind, but she knew how to trust her intuition.
"I can trust you," Song Juexiao said slowly. "The people inside can't be trusted, but you can."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xingni, though unaware of what had happened, recognized it as a positive sign, saving him the trouble of persuading the child.
As she listened to the arguing inside the house growing louder and louder, along with questions like "Where is Song Juexiao?", the girl picked Song Juexiao up in her arms.
The girl remained calm, except for her slightly dilated pupils. In the instant of weightlessness, she hugged Jiang Xingni's neck tightly and blinked quietly.
Jiang Xingni freed one hand and made a "shh" gesture to his lips.
"Let's go," she said silently to Song Juexiao, and then saw Song Juexiao nod.
When the two people inside rushed out, they found the corridor and stairwell completely empty.
There was no sound of footsteps, nor the silhouette of a child.
The corridor was quiet and empty. Jiang Xingni sat with Song Juexiao in the ventilation duct in the ceiling, with only their legs dangling down.
Song Juexiao covered his mouth and nose with some disgust, but despite his disgust, he still managed to hold back from sneezing.
Jiang Xingni's gaze fell on the two people from top to bottom, or more accurately, on the two paper figures.
Even at this moment, she still didn't forget to shake Song Juexiao's hand, as a form of comfort.
The girl seemed to want to say something, so she looked up at Jiang Xing, but didn't say anything and silently lowered her head again.
Jiang Xingni could feel the grip on his fingers tighten for a moment, and although he lowered his head, Song Juexiao still did not loosen his grip.
In Jiang Xingni's line of sight, she could clearly see two words faintly above the heads of the two paper figures.
One is "Mom", and the other is "Nurse".
Jiang Xingni spoke up before the system even spoke: "I don't have milk, this isn't my mother."
In Song Juexiao's memory, everyone appears as Song Juexiao.
Jiang Xingni even suspected that if she looked in the mirror at this moment, she might see the word "friend" written on her head.
Who knows? Maybe they're strangers?
Jiang Xingni thought to himself casually.
Two women ran downstairs one after the other, muttering, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault! Now that the child is lost, are you satisfied?"
Once they were completely out of sight, Jiang Xingni lightly grabbed Song Juexiao with one hand, braced herself against the platform beside her, and jumped down.
She first pushed Song Juexiao into the house, then slipped inside herself. Jiang Xingni gently closed the door and locked it from the inside.
"Now, can you tell me what happened?" Jiang Xingni leaned against the door frame and asked with a smile.
Song Juexiao looked up, about to say something, when he was interrupted by another voice from inside the room.
—To be precise, it was the sound of a younger boy crying.
He seemed unable to speak, only clenching his hands tightly and crying out in a soft, hoarse voice.
"Your parents just leave a little kid at home like this?" Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes, sensing something was wrong from Song Juexiao's expression.
The expression on her face was too complicated; it was neither simple hatred nor regret mixed with guilt.
Song Juexiao looked at the child in the crib with some confusion.
"I haven't cried yet," she murmured. "Why is he crying?"