Xiao Yi felt an unspeakable pain slowly growing in her heart.
People have found it, but why don't they feel any joy at all?
I just feel very cold.
It's obviously summer, so it shouldn't be so cold even in the middle of the night.
The faint blue paper light reflected Jiang Qingyi's pale and haggard little face, with tears on her face. She lay on the monument and murmured. She shook the empty wine bottle as if in a trance, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.
the focal length.
Xiao Yi stayed where he was for a moment.
After a long time, Xiao Yi walked over. His steps were very light. He had never been so cautious before.
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"Mom, Yunqing came to play with me today. She is the girl I told you about before. She is very good-looking and a very nice person. She often takes care of me in school."
"Mom, I've been very happy recently. I made two new friends."
"Mom, there is a large sea of flowers planted next to the apartment downstairs. Now every day my friends and I go to pick flower petals, and then soak them in wine to make pastries. The petal wine is really delicious, and the flower cakes are also delicious.
"
"mom………"
"Mom, I seem to like him a little bit, but I don't dare to like him~"
"Mom, I feel so uncomfortable. You never told me before that it would be so painful to like someone."
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"Mom, I miss you so much~"
With every step he took, Xiao Yi heard a soft whisper, and every word seemed like a sledgehammer hitting his heart.
Until she walked behind Jiang Qingyi, the senior sister still didn't notice it.
She hugged the tombstone, buried Zhen's head in her neck, and confided in silence with choked sobs.
"Mom, tell me how wonderful it would have been if I hadn't met him~"
The senior who has always been strong in front of outsiders was already reduced to tears at this time.
Her fragility, her sensitivity, and her helplessness were completely displayed in front of Xiao Yi's eyes without any defense at this moment.
He stretched out his hand, but his fingers stopped in the air, and he didn't dare to touch the falling shoulder in front of him for a long time.
In the silent and empty cemetery, only the girl's sobs floated far away in the night sky.
After a while, Xiao Yi sniffed and called out softly.
"Senior sister..."
Hearing the sound behind her, Jiang Qingyi was suddenly startled, and then slowly turned her head.
A beautiful and haggard little face came into Xiao Yi's eyes like this.
The pretty face that used to be elegant and unparalleled now looked like she was crying, her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was messy, and there were unfinished tears hanging on her thin lips.
The moment their eyes met, Xiao Yi turned her head.
Jiang Qingyi's eyes were a little flustered. She hurriedly wiped her cheeks twice and stood up.
"Xiao Yi, you, are you here like this?"
"I've been here for a while..."
"You, you heard everything just now?"
Xiao Yi sighed, and his eyes fell on the tombstone.
With the light of the unburned fire, he could clearly see the photos and writings on it.
He has a face that is 70% similar to his senior sister, with a gentle smile and a smile at the corner of his mouth.
The tomb of mother Jiang Hongyue!
Jiang Qingyi, Jiang Hongyue~
I see!
The endless sky is covered with dark clouds and the stars are dim.
In Nuoda's cemetery, only the night wind occasionally blew by.
After saying this, the two of them remained silent for a long time.
There are many words and no words.
Seeing the embarrassment of his elementary school student, his flushed face, and his clothes torn by branches, Jiang Qingyi suddenly laughed, her smile softer than ever before.
"Have you been looking for it for a long time?"
"Yeah~"
With a long sigh, Xiao Yi looked at her senior sister and said seriously.
"I have been searching for more than two hours, from the restaurant to the cemetery. If I can't find you again, I will go to the police station to report the crime."
After saying that, he became silent again.
He added a handful of paper money and put it into the fire. The night wind blew slowly, covering Jiang Qingyi's face with his messy hair.
She didn't brush it, but just looked down at the paper money burning in the fire, turning black and gradually turning into a puddle of ashes.
"How silly~"
she said.
"Yes, it is very stupid, but aren't you stupid?"
"You're not stupid. If you come here in the middle of the night, what should you do if you meet a bad person? Even if you don't meet a bad person, what should you do if you run into someone?"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyi turned around and interrupted him with a smile.
"Xiao Yi, I'm fine, you should go back to sleep."
"Go back? Are you going to give me to someone else again?"
Shaking her head, Xiao Yi looked at the woman in front of her, feeling an impulse surge in her heart for no reason.
It's the same humility, the same retreat, and the same person silently enduring the pain.
He strode forward and suddenly took the senior sister into his arms.
All of this happened so unexpectedly that Jiang Qingyi was hugged tightly by a big hand without any precautions. She pushed Xiao Yi, but she didn't move at all.
"Xiao Yi, are you crazy? Let me go!"
"I won't let go!"
While speaking, Xiao Yi lowered her head and kissed those chapped lips.
The next second, a sharp pain came from between the teeth, and there was already a touch of fishy sweetness in the mouth.
"Xiao Yi, don't do this, we're sorry for Yun Qing~"
"Ooooo, Xiaoyi, let me go!"
Her little hand slapped Xiao Yi hard, but no matter what she said or how hard she tried, the person in front of her looked like a sculpture.
The scarlet pupils were very close, and there was a hint of madness in the red face.
Suddenly, Jiang Qingyi's little hand fell down, losing strength.
That's all, that's all.
They're all crazy, they're all crazy!
The world has been turned upside down.
She stopped talking and was speechless. She pursed her lips tightly and closed her eyes.
She hates herself.
I hate myself for being despicable, I hate myself for being shameless, I hate myself for still being greedy for this feeling.
His fingertips and palms felt such a strange, novel, yet warm touch.
In the silent cemetery, two figures hugged each other, taking advantage of the darkness to linger in the warmth that did not belong to them. On the black tombstone beside them, a middle-aged woman watched this scene quietly with a smile on her lips.
I do not know how long it has been.
The fire was extinguished, ripples appeared on the ground, and a faint cyan was already hanging on the edge of the faint sky.
Summer dawn always comes so early.
A misty white mist slowly rose in the cemetery.
Xiao Yi let go of the senior sister in her arms. Jiang Qingyi slumped on the ground in a daze, without any image. She touched the blood on her lips and looked at her little hands.
Suddenly he buried his head between his knees and cried loudly.
But Xiao Yi smiled. He took off his already tattered clothes, took out his ID card from his pocket, took out his mobile phone, took out the house keys, and took out the sales contract for the wasteland. All he had now
s things.
Then he walked to the tombstone and solemnly placed these things on the altar in front of the tombstone.