As he spoke, he really felt an indescribable happiness. He had a name and a sister. However, he looked down at Xiang Qinglan's extraordinarily soft side face, and the light from the computer screen reflected on her face.
There was a moment of hazyness on his face, "Sister, why don't you speak," he seemed to be mumbling to himself. This sister had never said a word to him other than nodding and shaking her head. She was very beautiful, and her voice was
It must also sound good.
Xiang Qinglan was stunned for a moment, just staring at the computer screen, with a touch of bitterness at the corner of her mouth. Her voice was gone.
She shook her hand slightly, and then a few words quickly appeared on the computer.
I can't speak.
And this man who seemed to be a bit silly, no, it turned out that his new name was Qing. When Qing saw those words, he tightened his beautiful lip lines, but stopped saying a word.
The big palms on Qinglan's shoulders were also tightly grasped, but soon, his eyes curled up, as beautiful as the rising crescent moon.
"It doesn't matter if you can't speak. Qing will be my sister's voice from now on," Qing squinted her beautiful eyes and still had a childish tone, but there was a firmness on his face that would not lie.
Xiang Qinglan turned back. At this time, Qing's expression seemed to have a slight softness under the light light. In the vagueness, she seemed to see a bit of unpredictability.
She suddenly smiled. If Qing's brain was normal, then he would definitely be an outstanding person, but it's a pity...
Xiang Qinglan closed the computer and put away the materials she translated yesterday. She just smiled at Qing and pointed at his clothes. Qing should be a very smart person, although he had just met Xiang Biaolan.
, perhaps because of his current intelligence, which makes their hearts extraordinarily pure, and they can easily understand the meaning expressed by Xiang Biaolan. Or perhaps, he was really a very shrewd person in the past.
Qing lowered his head and frowned. In fact, he didn't feel anything about the clothes on his body. It was much cleaner than before. He liked it very much. However, he moved the pair of large shoes on the ground.
As for his feet, his shoes always feel weird and uncomfortable to wear.
"The shoes are not comfortable," he curled his lips. In fact, he really wanted to throw away the shoes on his feet. However, now, he was self-aware, and he clearly knew that he was wearing these clothes and these shoes.
Shoes are his only possessions now. If they are thrown away, he will go barefoot. That would be too ugly.
Xiang Qinglan carried his bag and stretched out his hand to Qing Qing. The small palm was very small, but in Qing's opinion, it seemed that it could support him. His IQ was not enough, so Xiang Qinglan
It gave her the feeling that a child feels towards its mother, making him very dependent and feeling safe.
He happily took Xiang Qinglan's hand, his eyebrows slightly curved, his sister's hand was so soft.
Pulling his big palm, Xiang Qinglan was slightly stunned. His hand was big, but it seemed a little cold. Under the light eyebrows, there was a cyan shadow, and the fluffy light golden hair was beautiful.
His green eyes were slightly raised upward. This face was perfect, but the loneliness on his lips was too innocent, like a child, but it was as if the whole person had been unintentionally transferred.
h is like a layer of sunshine, with an extra closeness.