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miss like poison

But when he saw this girl again today, that calm and calm feeling seemed to be back again. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "What's that girl's name?"

Someone answered: "Qiu Mo."

"What?" Leng Ningyu completely forgot about the current occasion, and his expression suddenly changed.

The assistant hurriedly reminded: "Second Young Master..."

He sorted out his chaotic thoughts and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, let's continue."

The speech was a success, and Leng Ningyu communicated with the students for a while before it ended smoothly.

He had always been worried, and as he walked out with the crowd, he couldn't help but ask the person in charge of the school: "You said that girl's name is Qiu Mo?"

"Well, she is a freshman and just joined the school this year."

"What a coincidence, the names are exactly the same..." His murmur to himself was overheard by the person in charge. He laughed and said, "A girl in our school has had this name before. It's normal to have the same name, but she is indeed a character."

A good student who excels in both studies.”

Leng Ningyu smiled politely and thought: Maybe it was just the same name. After all, even Leng Xiao confirmed that she was dead. Maybe he still couldn't let go of her, so he had such thoughts.

How can the dead be resurrected?

During dinner in the evening, Leng Ningyu talked about today's speech at the dinner table.

Leng Xiao asked casually: "How is it?"

"Fortunately, A University is indeed a famous school. I originally asked a difficult question today to give these students a shock, but I didn't expect that someone could answer my question without any effort." Leng Ningyu thought about it now, and was still there.

Heartfelt admiration.

"If a student can answer your question, then he is really extraordinary. Such talents are exactly what our Leng family lacks." Leng Xiao was talking to Leng Ningyu here, and told Axiu: "Here.

My cousin, please add some hot soup."

"No, I'm full." Leng Xiaotian put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Second brother, please take it easy, I'm going upstairs to read."

Leng Xiaotian didn't accept Leng Xiao's sympathy at all, pushed away the chair and went straight upstairs.

Leng Ningyu looked at Leng Xiao's face with some embarrassment. He was neither angry nor angry, his expression was calm.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Ever since Qiu Mo's accident, Leng Xiaotian has always had this attitude towards Leng Xiao. Sometimes she wouldn't even say a word to him. Even if Leng Xiao cared about her and followed her, she still refused to forgive him.

he.

The relationship between the brother and sister seemed to be getting worse as time went by. Leng Ningyu wanted to adjust it, but he was choked back by Leng Xiaotian's cold attitude every time. He had to comfort her: If Qiu Mo is still alive,

, she definitely doesn’t want their relationship to become so cold. What she wants to see most is Leng Xiao’s happiness and Leng Xiaotian’s happiness.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little clouded, so Leng Ningyu had to quickly find a topic and said: "Brother, I saw a girl today. She is very beautiful. She has the kind of shocking beauty. If you see her, I guarantee you will like her too."

."

Leng Xiao gave a faint hum and continued eating.

"She gives people the feeling of autumn sunshine. It seems that if you take a deep breath, you can smell the fallen leaves..." Leng Ningyu really closed his eyes and took a breath, and Axiu put a plate of roasted conch on the table.

In front of him, he couldn't help but open his eyes and said: "What does this smell like? How can it smell like autumn?"

Axiu covered her mouth and snickered.

The taste of autumn?

Leng Xiao's eating movements slowed down significantly. Opposite him, Leng Ningyu and Axiu were studying how to bake conches, and he seemed to see a beautiful girl sitting next to Leng Ningyu. She was a little cautious while eating.

, even if she wants to eat something that is too far away, she will not reach out to reach it. She never takes the initiative to speak, only listens to them quietly. When they talk about something happy, she will smile softly, of course it is a smile.

Don't show your teeth.

She was sitting in front of her now, sipping the soup in small sips. There were two naughty strands of hair hanging down, but she didn't seem to notice it yet.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, trying to gently tuck it behind her ear, but as soon as his fingertips touched her face, the girl disappeared like a scattered phantom, and all he could see was a lonely nothingness.

Momo!

Leng Ningyu and Axiu looked at Leng Xiao's series of strange actions in shock, until he suddenly took back his hand, stood up and said, "I'm going to the backyard."

The mulberry flowers in the backyard have already bloomed, occupying a small piece of land in the corner.

The white petals are layered on top of the green, as if thousands of white butterflies are lingering and unwilling to leave.

Although the mouli flowers are not as stunning as the others, they all have the sweetness of the rose, the fragrance of the plum blossom, the remoteness of the orchid, and the elegance of the magnolia.

And the moli flower tea made from it is one of Leng Xiao’s favorite tea products.

A Xiu once said that she planted this flower field just to pick the flowers to make tea for him.

A wicker chair was still on the spot, and beside it were tools for planting flowers.

Suddenly the tool was picked up, and her soft voice came to my ears: "When I wake up from a clear dream, the fragrance blooms on the head of the beauty."

The giggles kept filling his ears, and he saw her squatting by the flower field, gently picking off one, then turning her head and smiling sternly at him.

He strode over and said, "Momo..."

The fragrance of flowers fills my nose, the empty chair is still there, and the things seem to be covered with the dust of memories, unmoving.

Leng Xiaotian stood on the balcony on the third floor and looked at the man downstairs who had hallucinations several times. A trace of moisture could not help but slip through the corners of his eyes, and it fell straight down his smooth face into his white neck and disappeared.

Until now, she still didn't want to recall the news she heard that day. Axiu stood in front of her and cried like a tearful person. She sobbed and told her that Qiu Mo was gone, taking the child with her. And she couldn't let her go.

What she accepted was that when Qiu Mo was lying on the operating table, her eldest brother, that ruthless and indifferent man, could actually say the words "protect the child". She could not imagine what would happen if Qiu Mo knew about it.

What a heartbreaking despair.

All along, she wanted to protect her in her own way to prevent her from being shocked and suffering, but in the end, she was the one who caused her the worst.

She also often had nightmares. Even though she knew that Qiu Mo had not blamed her, her uneasy conscience still kept her awake every day. She relied on sleeping pills for a long time until she discovered the field she left behind. , so she would take care of it every day after get off work or rest. With her efforts, the first batch of flowers bloomed this year, and some even produced small fruits.

Only by looking at these growing branches and leaves could she find a moment of relief.

And Leng Xiao...

She stared at the desolate back: How should he redeem his heart?


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