No, before eight o''clock, the music and laughter of the elderly dancing in the square had come from the big square in the courtyard.


    The younger convalescent patients walked and talked slowly on the Boulevard around the square, accompanied by the cool wind.


    Once said, this is a good place to enjoy happiness~


    While talking, Xiang Xing jumped directly to an old people''s Taijiquan team and watched with interest.


    And those old people are also very interested in the strange girl who still wears hats and sunglasses and wraps herself into big zongzi from head to toe this big night.


    Even more, several old men and women directly recognized aunt Zhuang beside Xiang Xing, and suddenly appeared in their eyes.


    "Ah, this is the child of Lao Xiang''s family!"


    "The little girl with albinism? Alas, what a poor child..."


    "Yes, I heard that my condition has worsened recently and I have to go to a sanatorium for rest... I came to Laojiang''s sanatorium."


    "Yes..."


    There was a silent discussion, and Xiang Xing listened silently.


    Fortunately, although there was compassion here, there was no discrimination and evil words. It was very comfortable to hear her.


    Compared with the schools where the former master''s sister stayed at school, the strange eyes and strange tone of young people, she might as well get along with her grandparents.


    Thinking, the little guy couldn''t help but secretly hook the pink lip corner hidden under the big mouth mask.


    Immediately follow the soothing music of the Taijiquan team, learn the boxing skills and moves of the old people and compare them.


    ——After only two or three minutes, she was so tired that she was sweating and panting.


    The host body is too weak this time, and because it doesn''t exercise all year round, it will sweat wildly and lack all kinds of energy.


    In addition, in early autumn, she had wrapped herself more tightly than in winter. Even if she didn''t move, she would be sweating.


    Finally, there was no way. Xiang Xing had to give up the idea of boxing and fitness, thrust out his round and bulky body, and swayed to find a bench under the tree.


    With the second shade of the tree, the little guy took off his thick protective coat, mask and scarf and hung them on one side.


    She wiped the sweat on her face and forehead, but she still felt uncomfortable. She subconsciously touched her pocket to find her handkerchief.


    As a result, I didn''t touch anything.


    "Aunt Zhuang, did I forget to bring my handkerchief out..."


    Xiang Xing lowered his little head, searched in his small bag first, and then called aunt Zhuang.


    But no one answered her.


    "... aunt Zhuang?"


    The little guy paused. He couldn''t help raising his soft eyes and looked around.


    But I found that Aunt Zhuang was no longer around.


    But under another tree not far away, chatting with a familiar figure.


    As for her original position, she was replaced by a figure in a wheelchair.


    "Is this your handkerchief?"


    The Qingjun man in the wheelchair spoke faintly.


    The voice fell, and a familiar little yellow duck handkerchief was slowly handed over by a slender hand with distinct bones.


    Xiang Xing was stunned and didn''t take it immediately.


    Just surprised, he turned his soft eyes and looked at him.