Qingge sat bored on the bed, her face so weak that it was almost transparent. She lowered her head and looked at her pale-skinned hands, smiling bitterly.
She once trusted someone like that, but was abandoned like a shield.
But she is lucky. There are still people who care about her and love her, and there are still people who risk their lives to protect her.
One pair for life people.
No matter in the previous life or this life, she never changed this idea.
*
After dinner, Mo Xie sent Qing Ge back to Ye's house. I'm afraid that if he doesn't send Qing Ge back, Old Man Ye will tear down the Mo house.
During the few days that Qing Ge was recuperating, Ye Jingjing and Ye Qingcheng lived together in Fengyue Pavilion.
I was so surprised and happy that the calm after the storm was so precious.
When Qingge returned to Ye's house, Ye Qingtian came to pick her up at the door in person, followed by Ye Wuhen and Ye Yu. The small Ye Jingjing rushed out suddenly, threw herself at Qingge, and rubbed her head against Qingge's chest.
, "Sister, I miss you so much."
Qingge smiled helplessly, stretched out her hand and rubbed Ye Jingjing's head. After not seeing each other for so long, Ye Jingjing seemed to have grown taller.
She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the woman next to the door lintel. The woman was covered in a snow-white gown and holding a Fuxi harp in her arms. The strings were a red color, shocking and bloody. She just stood there, facing the night.
Melting together, the ice-like figure was lost in the darkness.
Ye Qingcheng has always been like this. Her feelings are not a grand battle or a turbulent oath. What she wants is just to be by her side.
Maybe in the future, someone will save her from fire and water, but what she will never forget the most in this life is the outstretched hand and the cold black eyes of the girl by the lake that day.
"What a useless woman."
Ye Qingtian's wailing voice brought the two women back from their thoughts. Qing Ge looked at Ye Qingtian who kept complaining with a cold sweat on his face, "Xiao Ge'er, think about it carefully, do you still have something in your eyes?"
My grandpa, such a handsome grandpa who is more beautiful than Pan An, is still staying at the immortal home of Mr. Mo."
Qingge: "Closing the moon and shying away the flowers describes a woman."
Ye Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and then said narcissistically: "It turns out that your grandfather's beauty is comparable to that of women."
Qingge: "..."
After a while of joking, everyone walked into Ye's house with smiles and a happy atmosphere. The moment they passed by Ye Qingcheng, Ye Qingcheng suddenly grabbed Qingge's hand, Qingge stopped, and everyone also
He stopped and looked at the two people in a strange atmosphere.
"Don't lock me up in the future." Ye Qingcheng lowered her head and said.
Qing Ge pursed her lips tightly. She understood what Ye Qingcheng meant. Ye Qingcheng was blaming her for locking her up in Fengyue Pavilion and not letting her fight side by side with her.
But what was in front of her was more than just a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. It was so dangerous, desperate and bloody. Qingge didn't want this stubborn woman to be involved in the endless killing.
If you go down this road, you can't come back.
She always tries her best to keep the original heart around her and not be polluted by the world, just because she has become a demon-like person. Her seemingly clean hands are stained with the blood of many people, and the sword in her hand is unknown.
How many people have you killed?
She always remembered that the first time she killed someone, the panic that filled her bones made her collapse.
Just let her do such dirty, sinful things that are forbidden by nature, and she will be happy as long as others are alive.
"If you want to leave, who can stop you?" Qingge smiled as brightly as a flower.
Yinlan sent someone to Mo's house to talk to Ye Qingcheng about leaving Fengyue Pavilion without hesitation that night.
She lowered her head and glanced at Fu Xiqin, who was held in Ye Qingcheng's arms, and said helplessly: "You are always like this, killing people by self-mutilation. Don't let me see the injuries on your hands again, otherwise I will
I will smash this piano."
At the end of the sentence, Qingge's eyes flashed with a cold light.
She is not a confused person. As long as she thinks about it carefully, she will know that the death of the Northern Tomb King is related to Ye Qingcheng. This woman is always like this, willing to turn into a sharp blade behind her, killing her one after another in the dark night.
Even if the enemy is killed, even he himself will be beyond redemption.
If she had known that Ye Qingcheng would risk his life to play the Fuxi Qin for her, she would have thrown the Fuxi Qin into the lake.
Ye Qingcheng didn't speak, but looked at Qing Ge carefully. After a long time, she said seriously: "You have gained some weight."
Qingge: "..."
That boy Mo Xie definitely had an agenda. He must have thought she was born as beautiful as a flower and was jealous of her beauty, so he fed her delicious food to make her figure out of shape.
snort.
*
Main hall.
The table was full of delicacies, and the crystal plates on which they were served shone like glass under the fire of night pearls. The various cuisines were like a gourmet feast.
Ye Qingtian said, this is the reunion dinner.
On the table, most of Qing Ge's favorite dishes are light but not bland, oily but not greasy. Each dish has a different taste in the mouth, which shows how much Ye Qingtian put into it for tonight's reunion dinner.
Qing Ge found that Ye Qingtian's gesture of holding chopsticks was a bit weird, and frowned slightly, "Grandpa, your hands..."
Ye Yu on the side took over the words, "Qingge, you may not know, but the dishes on the table are all cooked by grandpa himself. Grandpa got up before dawn, and it took him a whole day to cook.
Finish the dishes for this table."
"cough……"
Ye Qingtian coughed and glanced sideways at Ye Yu. Ye Yu shrugged at Qing Ge, smiled and said nothing.
"No trace!"
Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Wuhen who was eating meat and suddenly said angrily. Ye Wuhen raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qingtian blankly.
"Eat less, this is all for your sister." Ye Qingtian was displeased, and with a smile on his face, he put a bunch of vegetables in the singing bowl, and said with a smile: "Eat quickly.
Eat and see, grandpa has been busy all day."
Ye Wuhen: "..."
We are both grandchildren. Is this too much of a difference in treatment?
And the speed at which his face changes is simply breathtaking.
Qing Ge withdrew her eyes from Ye Qingtian's hand. She could notice that Ye Qingtian's elbow was injured, presumably from cooking for her.
She ate the food in the bowl and chopsticks together with the rice, and the feeling of fullness made her more satisfied than ever before.
With such a grandpa, what else could she ask for?
"Grandpa, Jingjing wants it too."
Ye Jingjing suddenly walked up to Ye Qingtian holding a huge bowl and looked at Ye Qingtian eagerly.
Ye Qingtian laughed and seemed to be in a good mood.
"Okay, give it all to Jingjing."
Ye Qingtian put some of Ye Jingjing's favorite dishes into Ye Jingjing's bowl. Ye Jingjing held a bowl of vegetables with rice grains stuck to the corners of her mouth, smiling innocently.
Some are old, some are young, some are young.
This is a family.
After living for so long, Qingge finally felt like she was home.
It's warm and comfortable, at least she doesn't hate it.