Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu took Qing Miao back to China.

She gave Qing Miao a new identity.

In short, she adopted Qing Miao.

Qing Miao looks very petite and exquisite, and probably no one else knows how old she is.

"Do you know how old you are?"

Ying Junchu asked her in a low voice.

The girl's dark eyes were full of doubts, and she thought for a while.

It seemed that he understood Ying Junchu's words again.

Qing Miao stretched out a few fingers and made a few gestures.

-Nine years old.

I don't know why, but the longer Qing Miao and Ying Junchu stay together, the easier it is for her to understand the meaning of Ying Junchu's words.

Qing Miao is congenitally unable to speak. She has not systematically learned sign language and only knows a few simple movements, which makes it difficult for her to communicate with others.

But before that, Qinghuo was treated as a slave by the local people. Slaves did not need to speak. No one was willing to communicate with them, and no one was willing to listen to their opinions.

Maybe it's because Qingxu is smart. Although she can't speak, she can understand the meaning of the people around her.

After changing the language environment, she could still adapt to it, and she gradually understood the meaning of other people's words.

Proficiency is just a matter of time.

Ying Junchu took her through the adoption procedures.

After completing the formalities, Ying Junchu became Qing Miao's guardian.

"What's your name, little girl?"

The lady at the counter asked Qingming.

"Qing Miao." Ying Junchu answered for her.

"Which two words are confused? Can you write them down?"

Ying Junchu picked up the signature pen, and the two big characters "Qingming" poured down from the tip of her pen.

The handwriting is elegant and elegant, with a sharp edge.

"Okay...what's your last name?"

"If you don't have a surname, you'll be called Qing Miao."

Ying Junchu's voice was cold, and his deep and narrow eyes were filled with cold light.

"..." The lady at the counter gave her a confused look.

Without saying anything, he went through the formalities immediately.

All the materials about Qing Miao were prepared in advance by Ying Junchu, and they were perfect without any flaws.

So the procedure is quick and it will be done in a moment.

After everything was done, Ying Junchu officially adopted Qing Miao.

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The night is getting darker, and the orange light of the street lamps falls on the empty streets.

A light rain falls tirelessly in the sky, and the city is hazy in the faint halo.

Qingwu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, seemed a little nervous and uneasy.

She reached out and pulled the corner of Ying Junchu's clothes.

Ying Junchu looked forward, glanced at Qingming from the corner of his eye, and slightly opened his lips, "What's wrong?"

The cold voice spread in the equally cold night.

Hearing this, Qing Miao tightened his grip on Ying Junchu's clothes slightly.

His watery ink-colored eyes were full of anxiety, looking at her motionless.

Qing Miao couldn't speak, so Ying Junchu had no way of knowing what she wanted to express in the first place, he could only guess.

Ying Junchu frowned slightly. It was not an option to continue like this. She would still have to take her to learn sign language tomorrow. Now only through sign language could she express herself more easily.

"Qingming, are you worried? Or scared?"

Qing Miao was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was holding her clothes suddenly loosened, and then nodded again.

Ying Junchu smiled faintly, and his deep and narrow eyes were stained with a little smile, as if two or three peach blossoms had bloomed in March.

She softened her voice and said, "Don't be afraid, this is the way home."

After finishing his words, Ying Junchu withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead again, and concentrated on driving.

She drove very steadily and did not make Qingming feel any discomfort.

Qing Miao let go of his hand, but still held the corner of Ying Junchu's clothes sideways.

His expression became much more natural, and he was obviously relieved.

She could understand the meaning of every word Ying Junchu said.

Naturally.