As for what he wrote, Qingyue didn't see clearly, but he knew that every time Xie Nuanyang wrote this, his mood was extremely terrible.

Scenes like a revolving lantern were changing like this, and Qingyue was the only spectator.

When the last scene was when Xie Nuanyang went out with heavy makeup, but never came back.

The picture finally ended. Qingyue looked at the empty room, felt the despair and desolation of the room, and felt a little decisive.

She didn't know what was going on about the story of Xie Nuanyang and Ji Dongchen.

However, Qingyue, now looking at Xie Nuanyang like this, actually felt a similar sadness.

Qingyue did not think that she and Xie Nuanyang were the same type of people, but at this moment, she felt that their sadness and despair were so similar.

So, this dream was filled with this sadness and desolation.

In addition, after Qingyue woke up from his dream, his whole heart was filled with this despair and a kind of determination deep in his heart.

...

By the time Qingyue woke up, it was already evening.

She looked at everything in the room, first went to the kitchen to find a bucket of instant noodles, then boiled the water herself, poured the instant noodles in, then put the seasonings and other things in, and finally took a canned sardine and threw it in.

After two minutes, he poured the instant noodles and soup into the bowl. Qing Yue held the bowl and found chopsticks to start eating.

She was a little hungry and felt a little cold, so she had to eat something hot.

While eating instant noodles, Qingyue found it funny.

This meal was the worst time I had since moved my soul to here.

But it was a meal she made by herself.

No, she couldn't even make a meal. This was a bowl of noodles she made herself.

Fortunately, when I was in school, I followed Zou Xiaoyu to the supermarket and learned how to eat instant noodles.

Otherwise, she would be helpless in the face of how to eat instant noodles.

After eating instant noodles, my whole body became warm. Qingyue sneezes and felt a little hot.

After eating, Qing Yue walked back and forth in the living room for a while, then went to the bathroom to put water in, and prepared to wash up.

After cleaning everything, I went to find a new toothbrush or something, and Qingyue began to wash.

After washing up, he changed into new pajamas and pajamas, and Qing Yue walked towards the guest room.

In the guest room, she had already turned on the air conditioner, so it was very warm when she came in.

Because the air conditioner is on, the originally cold guest room has become more comfortable than before.

Qingyue climbed onto the bed and lay in the quilt. She felt a little hot in her mind and wanted to go to bed.

Soon, he fell asleep.

----------------

The next morning, when Qingyue woke up, it was already past nine o'clock.

Qingyue raised his hand and touched his head, which was a little hot.

Could it be a fever?

Shaking his head, Qing Yue got up from the bed, and then washed up in a daze.

After she was packed up, she found a pack of dried purple rice porridge from the refrigerator.

According to the instructions at the back of the packaging bag, pour all the ingredients of the purple rice porridge into water and boil it, and it will be a bowl of porridge.

Qing Yue made a bowl of porridge and ate it. Then he sat on the sofa and remembered himself.

I remembered what Ji Dongchen said yesterday, remembered my plans to come here, and remembered the happy things I had in the past... As for what I wrote, Qingyue didn't see clearly, but he knew that every time Xie Nuanyang wrote this, he felt particularly bad.

Scenes like a revolving lantern were changing like this, and Qingyue was the only spectator.

When the last scene was when Xie Nuanyang went out with heavy makeup, but never came back.

The picture finally ended. Qingyue looked at the empty room, felt the despair and desolation of the room, and felt a little decisive.

She didn't know what was going on about the story of Xie Nuanyang and Ji Dongchen.

However, Qingyue, now looking at Xie Nuanyang like this, actually felt a similar sadness.

Qingyue did not think that she and Xie Nuanyang were the same type of people, but at this moment, she felt that their sadness and despair were so similar.

So, this dream was filled with this sadness and desolation.

In addition, after Qingyue woke up from his dream, his whole heart was filled with this despair and a kind of determination deep in his heart.

...

By the time Qingyue woke up, it was already evening.

She looked at everything in the room, first went to the kitchen to find a bucket of instant noodles, then boiled the water herself, poured the instant noodles in, then put the seasonings and other things in, and finally took a canned sardine and threw it in.

After two minutes, he poured the instant noodles and soup into the bowl. Qing Yue held the bowl and found chopsticks to start eating.

She was a little hungry and felt a little cold, so she had to eat something hot.

While eating instant noodles, Qingyue found it funny.

This meal was the worst time I had since moved my soul to here.

But it was a meal she made by herself.

No, she couldn't even make a meal. This was a bowl of noodles she made herself.

Fortunately, when I was in school, I followed Zou Xiaoyu to the supermarket and learned how to eat instant noodles.

Otherwise, she would be helpless in the face of how to eat instant noodles.

After eating instant noodles, my whole body became warm. Qingyue sneezes and felt a little hot.

After eating, Qing Yue walked back and forth in the living room for a while, then went to the bathroom to put water in, and prepared to wash up.

After cleaning everything, I went to find a new toothbrush or something, and Qingyue began to wash.

After washing up, he changed into new pajamas and pajamas, and Qing Yue walked towards the guest room.

In the guest room, she had already turned on the air conditioner, so it was very warm when she came in.

Because the air conditioner is on, the originally cold guest room has become more comfortable than before.

Qingyue climbed onto the bed and lay in the quilt. She felt a little hot in her mind and wanted to go to bed.

Soon, he fell asleep.

----------------

The next morning, when Qingyue woke up, it was already past nine o'clock.

Qingyue raised his hand and touched his head, which was a little hot.

Could it be a fever?

Shaking his head, Qing Yue got up from the bed, and then washed up in a daze.

After she was packed up, she found a pack of dried purple rice porridge from the refrigerator.

According to the instructions at the back of the packaging bag, pour all the ingredients of the purple rice porridge into water and boil it, and it will be a bowl of porridge.

Qing Yue made a bowl of porridge and ate it. Then he sat on the sofa and remembered himself.
Chapter completed!