At night, Qiongying went to the back mountain for no reason, but now she is going alone.
Moreover, she encountered some interesting things, so she watched it for a while.
Under the light moonlight, there was a figure, dressed in black, carrying a basket, as if looking for something.
Suddenly, the figure felt something strange behind her. She turned around vigilantly and couldn't help but be shocked. She looked at her from a distance and near, as if she was back when she was a child, she was on the small bridge by the mountain at night.
Her figure was reflected on the river, and he thought it was an illusion.
At this moment, he was also watching from a distance and close, and was also such a erratic figure, but now he knew that it was not an illusion.[
"I was surprised to see me?" Qiongying had already walked in front of him and saw that there were pine cones in his basket.
"Some." Jing Hao said truthfully. Looking at her like this, he let go, but he was tightly in his arms.
He always told himself that his parents killed her mother and that she killed his parents to take revenge. All the grudges were settled, but he could never take the first step.
The eldest brother can look at everything and look at the world calmly, so he can never do it. He is unconscious, bound him and cannot break free.
Suddenly, a slight sound of falling off came from the tree, and a pine cone fell down silently.
Qiongying stretched out her hand, and the pine cone fell accurately on her palm, breaking the silence.
Jing Hao looked at her palms, and he was even more silent than the pine cone.
It is hard to imagine that a child who was so lively back then would be so indifferent when he grew up.
"Are you?" Qiongying asked without throwing away the pine cones.
"...Well, thank you." Jing Hao stretched out his hand, took the pine cone from her palm, and put it into the basket.
"What are you used for?" Qiongying asked.
"It's for the kitten to play with." Jing Hao said.
"It's not your thing to play with? It's really not adorable when you grow up." Qiongying looked at him, and she was still cute when she was a child.
Jing Hao had no expression on his face and felt ashamed. No, it should be sweating. She thought he could play with pine cones?! Joke! Is he lovely? So what?! No, how can he use cuteness as an analogy!
"Do you still want to pick up pine cones?" Qiongying asked.
"...Well." Jing Hao nodded hesitantly. Maybe it was enough, but it would be okay to pick up some more.
"Go away and go there." Qiongying pointed to the position.
Jing Hao was suspicious for a moment, but he didn't know how to ask her what she was going to do, so he obediently walked aside.
Qiongying walked to the head of the tree, looked at the height of the tree, and then gave the trunk a palm.[
This palm seemed to be useless, but the pine tree was shaking violently.
Rush, thrilling, the leaves and pine cones fell all over the ground, but none of them hit her, and even a leaf fell on her.
Jing Hao was stunned and his heart was sweating again. She didn't need to do this... It was speechless.
"Is it enough?" Qiongying asked.
"... Enough." He couldn't finish pretending, and he was a little uneasy.
"After picking up these, go back soon." After speaking, Qiongying headed up the mountain.
Jing Hao was stunned. Looking at her gradually distant figure, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Let's go." Her voice was very soft and disappeared into the forest with her figure.
Jing Hao looked at the direction where she disappeared, leaving only a night.
If there wasn't a pine cone in the basket, if there weren't new leaves and pine cones all over the ground, she seemed to have never appeared.
He stood for a long time, and then picked up the pine cones on the ground one by one.