The woman on the ground just twisted her face and was about to say something. However, when she saw everyone pointing and pointing, she finally chose to shut her mouth. It was already embarrassing for her to argue with a mute and fool.
It doesn't quite match her identity. If others find out, she is almost strangled to death by a fool. Does she still have the nerve to live?
Xiang Qinglan raised her head, took Qing's hand and left here. In this world, people must respect themselves, and then they will be respected. Others can disrespect them, but they can't.
The figures of the two people are getting further and further away, but their hands are always holding hands. Everyone seems to have some differences in their eyes, but they all make people feel a feeling that seems to overflow the soul.
The desolation, lingering in such an air, seems particularly heavy.
Xiang Qinglan held Qing's hand and kept walking forward. They didn't walk very fast. The sun fell on them naturally, and they felt faintly romantic. The pace was not brisk, and they walked slowly and relaxedly.
Come on, indeed, Qing's appearance is still very eye-catching. Looking at the past, no one here can compare with him, but Qing just pursed his lips and still didn't say a word from just now. It's a bit excessive.
Silence. Perhaps, what happened just now really left too many shadows in his heart.
"Qing, are you angry?" Xiang Qinglan turned to the side, took Qing's hand, and wrote in his hand. She looked at the obvious traces of awkwardness on Qing's face and began to think thoughtfully. Although Qing
He is not a talkative person, but it seems that this is the first time in a long time that he has been so silent.
"No," Qing blinked his eyes, which seemed to have a faint misty look. He licked his thinned lips. The color of his lips was very full, and his complexion had really improved a lot recently.
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"I'm just afraid that Lan will be angry," Qing was silent for a long time, but he uttered these words. If he hadn't been so impulsive, Lan wouldn't have had to apologize to that person, and wouldn't have been bullied by others, so everything was his fault.
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Xiang Qinglan stopped and looked at Qing Qing's slightly annoyed expression carefully. A warm color rose in his eyes, that kind of almost transparent gentleness, which made people feel very comfortable.
"It's not Qing's fault," Xiang Qinglan wrote in his hand. "I couldn't speak in the first place. She only told the truth, so I didn't feel any sadness. Moreover, I will never
I will get angry with Qing. I will never." She said again, her tone serious and insistent.
How could she be angry with him? They are relatives and depend on each other for life.
'Really, then let's pull the hook, and it's the puppy that's deceiving people.' Qing laughed at this moment, as if he had been through a winter, and spring was here. He stretched out his little hands and fingers, and the joints were clear.
The fingers are very strong.
Xiang Qinglan smiled slightly at the childish gesture, but still stretched out his finger, and the two people's fingers were intertwined. This was not a promise, a lifelong promise.
The breeze blew on their faces from time to time, but the two people's hands were still holding each other. They were not lovers. For a mentally retarded person, maybe he didn't even know what a couple meant.
They don't want to let go because they are relatives, and they don't want to let go because they only have each other now.
The combination of a woman who has lost her heart and a man who has lost his memory is actually not so unacceptable.
Qing secretly glanced at Xiang Qinglan, but saw her eyes looking straight ahead, not knowing what she was thinking.