Locke smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, Ah Jiu, I won't call you that name, not even in this life."
Qian Xiaojue looked at Locke in astonishment, a little confused.
But Locke had the same doubtful question in his mind: "Ajiu, it's Helian Qing... tell you, is your name Qian Xiaojue?"
Qian Xiaojue didn't like anyone speculating about He Lianqing, so he kept a cold face and didn't answer.
Locke smiled and didn't mind: "You are like this. You are very stubborn in defending the people you care about. In the final analysis, it is just persistence."
Qian Xiaojue frowned, stood up slowly, and looked at Locke a little coldly: "I also said that I don't want to think about my past, my name, where I come from, I don't care about anything. , I just want to live a peaceful life, and I hope Mr. Locke will stop disturbing my life in the future."
What she said was very serious and she was really determined.
In the past three years, all Qian Xiaojue's spiritual support and dependence have been on He Lianqing, and she is also very happy. That man is her husband. If she thinks about the past, it will really affect some of the feelings between them or the couple. ...As for any secrets, she would rather not have them.
Chaos is chaos, nothing can compare to He Lianqing.
Locke was a little shocked as he looked at Qian Xiaojue who suddenly expressed his determination like this, with some hesitation in his voice: "Really...really?"
Qian Xiaojue nodded: "Yes. I know you are different from them, but Mr. Locke, you have the same things in common as them."
"Oh? What is it?" Locke took a few deep breaths and reluctantly regained his consciousness.
"Your appearance will disturb my mood and make me deeply uneasy. I know it is related to my past, but the more this happens, the more afraid I am of remembering everything. More importantly, my husband doesn't want me to think of everything. , I promised him not to see you again. I want to do it, so no matter who I was in the past and what my life experience and secrets were, currently, in my heart, they are not as important as my husband. So, so be it... I hope You can understand my determination... and please don't meet again." Qian Xiaojue said coldly before turning around and walking towards the entrance, this time without hesitation.
It wasn't until the door closed that Locke slowly stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen and turned off the fire. Looking at the pot full of stew, he sighed, reached out to pick up the pot, and poured it all into the sink with a "plop, plop," .
Now that everyone is gone, there is no need to cook this meal that she loves most in her memory.
*
Qian Xiaojue stepped out of the elevator and left the apartment step by step.
She doesn't regret her decision.
Although her heart became more and more restless, more and more doubtful, and she had more and more thoughts that thinking about the past might not be such a bad thing, she still couldn't let go of Helian Qing. She didn't know what he was afraid of, but she was afraid of him. He's afraid, and he's afraid that there might really be some hidden danger in his fear.
Since you don’t know anything yet, then just don’t know. This way, you’ll be happy.
Maybe Qian Xiaojue was not sure before and she was still a little wavering, but after getting along with Locke today, she felt certain.
What Locke said might be true. They were friends who had known each other for sixteen years, but she was also sure that she felt uneasy when getting along with Locke or Ye Feihan or even Liao Yuanyuan, but He Lianqing was different. ...She always feels at ease when she is around him. This feeling makes her feel safe, comfortable, happy and happy more than any other emotion.