Yin Sa stared at her body that seemed to be about to fall down if blown by the wind, and pursed his lips. Something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't remember it anyway.
When he wanted to see more clearly, Xiang Qinglan only gave him a back view.
Forget it, maybe he saw it wrong. He turned around and quickly caught up with Arthur who was not far away, and of course Wang Xiaolan, who he least wanted to see.
After taking a few steps towards Qinglan, she turned around and saw that there was no longer any of them on the road, and there was nothing.
"Qing..." There was a dull pain in her lower abdomen, which made her bend down, but she still watched the two people leave her sight. One after another, until they could no longer be seen.
"Qing..." The voice was slightly hoarse, so small that only she could hear it.
After a long time, she stood up. Under the sun, those broken tears were slightly transparent.
When she looked at the money in her palm, could she buy him back? Nothing could do it. She clenched her fingers slightly, and as soon as she loosened her hand, the big bills kept falling at her feet with the wind.
"Miss, you dropped your money." The person next to him said to him, but he just walked forward aimlessly. Lost it, what did it drop? Her money was lost.
She moved her steps unconsciously, walking and stopping, but her eyes were blurred, unable to see anything clearly.
If Qing is not Qing, then what is she?
What is it again?
The door was rickety, as if it would fall down if the wind blew. Xiang Qinglan stared at the rickety door. It turned out that even the door had abandoned her.
She just smiled weakly, and the smile fell on the corners of her lips. Of course, there were also salty tears, which were salty and bitter, and the bitterness made people unable to bear it.
Her home is not a home, and if it is clear or not, what else is hers?
Su Zhetuo walked out anxiously. When he saw Xiang Qinglan outside, his pupils shrank rapidly and he walked out quickly.
"Lan Lan, how can you go out at will? Didn't I tell you not to go out? You look like this, how can I make people feel at ease?" Su Zhetuo started with an accusation and did not see clearly what was wrong with Xiang Qinglan.
She closed her eyes slightly, until strings of tears fell from her eyelashes, then she raised her head and looked at Su Zhetuo. She saw his lips opening and closing, and his voice sounded like an echo, so weak.
, very weak.
"Lan Lan," Su Zhetuo put his hand on her face, but felt a cold wetness.
she cried...
Why?
"Lan Lan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." She heard his voice coming from time to time in her ears, but it seemed to float far away, and in the end, she only saw his lips moving from time to time.
As she listened, there was no sound in her ears anymore, only the sound of vicissitudes of life, like bees, but her heart began to feel fear.
Is it true that she lost her own voice and now she has to lose other people’s voices as well?
A mute, a true mute. A mute who cannot speak or hear.
Lan Lan, what's wrong with you? Su Zhetuo's voice rose a little higher, but Xiang Qinglan still looked at him blankly.
There was no sound as her lips moved together slightly.
Did he know something?
Su Zhetuo put his hands on her shoulders, so hard that she felt the pain. However, no matter how painful her body was, there was no heartache.
The body can recover from pain, but will the mind be well?
After waiting for so long, if someone tells her that she can't wait for anything, that she has nothing and is the same as before, then how can she wait?
She closed her eyes weakly, and she felt like she was being held in a warm embrace, but it was not the one she wanted.
Su Zhetuo's body shook, and he wrapped his arms around Xiang Qinglan's body. This was the first time they stood together without struggling in a long time, but it made him feel sour in his heart.
What's wrong with her? Is she desperate or heartbroken?
But that door is still unable to open and close, and it only takes a strong gust of wind to completely collapse it.
On a brand new big bed, the man looked at the woman on the bed with a sad face. She kept her eyes closed, but he knew that she was not asleep. She was breathing slowly, and her chest was rising and falling.
There seemed to be too much pain in her eyes, and there was a deep sadness in her eyes. It was so obvious and so sad.
As a string of tears fell, a piece of cold light dimmed in her hair.
"Lan Lan, have you encountered something? If you have anything, can you tell me. We are not outsiders. As long as you are willing, we can become the closest people in the world. You have no relatives, so I can be your relative. Don't
Just keep everything in your heart, okay?"
Su Zhetuo took her cold hand, and her hands were always held together, as if she was trying her best to endure something, such suffering, such pain.
Xiang Qinglan just shook her eyelashes slightly, and a string of transparent crystal colors appeared.
Relatives, she used to have relatives, but now, there are none.
Her Qing is gone, her Xiang Qinglan is gone, she has lost her relatives, the relatives who depended on each other for life.
In the quiet room, the door kept beating against the wall, and the sound accompanied by the wind was a bit harsh.
Su Zhetuo is still sitting by the bed, while Xiang Qinglan is still immersed in his own thoughts. Escaping is also sadness. No one knows where her sadness is. Only she herself has stopped the sadness in her soul.
She will never be able to go out and feel sad for the rest of her life.
It turns out that everything is a lie, there is no dependence on each other, nothing, forgetting nothing will not forget her, but why did he deny her when she needed him most.
She heard Su Zhetuo's sigh ringing in her ears, slightly, softly, but she could hear it clearly, but she just didn't want to open her eyes. The person who had hurt her the most before was the one who hurt her the most.
A serious person, now when she is alone, he is the only one who is by her side.
But why is he not him, not him?
"Lan Lan, take a good rest. I'll find someone to repair the door." The big palm was placed on Xiang Qinglan's face. The strength of the fingers was extremely gentle, but she couldn't feel it.