After listening to Zhuge Yan, Yang Zi's eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Luck your puppy!"
Zhuge Yan said seriously, "At that time, everyone felt that he was a demon, so there was no father, which led his mother to run away from home, which caused the grandfather's family to die."
"Don't say it."
When Yang Zimei thought of the loneliness and pain that Long was rejected by his companions when he was a child, his heart was painful.
"Um."
Zhuge Yan seemed to see her a little anger, so I didn't say anymore, "Then take a look at it yourself."
Yang Zimei ignored him and walked directly into the room.
Who knows that as soon as she entered the room, she saw that Long sat up all day. Under the dimly yellow sleeping light, she looked at her quietly with dark eyes, and there was a trace of losing her face on her face.
"How woke up?" Yang Zi browed forward, asking softly.
Long stretched out his arms, pulled her into her arms, asked her to sit on her knees, circled her waist, and put her chin on her shoulder nest. The voice was slightly hoarse and asked: "Where are you going?"
Hearing his voice seemed to have some uneasiness, she asked in doubt: "What's wrong with you? You never woke up before, you have a nightmare?"
Long Tian's big hand closed tighter on her slender waist. "I don't see you when I open my eyes, and I suddenly feel at a loss. When I sleep, don't leave."
Yang Zimei's heart moved, nodded.
It turns out that he can fall asleep like this.
This idea made her sweet and sad.
He can be around him very little. When she is not there, he should have been unable to sleep deeply, so the pupil eyes will be blood red and desolate.
She reached out and touched his chin that tied his hands because of the slag, and a thin layer of fog slammed into his pupil eyes.
In the eyes of outsiders, he should be strong like an iron. Only she knows that he is actually like her. Under the powerful surface, he has a lonely and fragile heart.
Therefore, the two people with the same characteristics will sucked so much. This is the belonging of the other party's peace of mind.
Seeing the camera in her hand, Long asked in doubt, "What do you do in the middle of the night? Do you have become a photography enthusiast?"
"No, I borrowed it from the school of Luo."
Yang Zimei shook his head, "We have been gathered less and more, but there are no photos of the other party, and there is no group photo, so I want to take a picture of us."
Long Tian's black eyes sank, and a touch of pain flashed.
"I might not be able to stay."
He said with a little guilty, "I have not taken pictures for so many years, and I have none of me. I have succeeded."
"What is Zhuge Yan said?"
Yang Zimei asked puzzled.
"Um."
"Then we try to take a look, maybe, I can't take a picture." Yang Zimei adjusted the camera to a selfie mode, holding the dragon with the sky, smiling at the camera.
Click!
The flashing light flashed, and a photo bounced out of the camera.
Yang Zimei hurriedly took out the photos of the sun, and couldn't wait to pick it up, and then smiled happily, "We imagine, one by one, we can take photos, whether it is you or me, it is clear."
Long Zhan Tian took the photo over.
Although he and her in the photo, although the indoor light was not sufficient and dim, the face of the two was still clearly visible, which was different from the photos taken before.