Is imagination rich, is it good or bad?

He Yu thought about it repeatedly, and the thought that would make him chill:

Among hundreds of millions of people, the people who are heart-pounding and selected will not really be able to fall into the kind of spell that cannot be escaped for generations-- may all lovers in the world be good brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years!

Thinking of this, He Yu called up Fang Qing's memory in his mind, and stared at the screen with four eyes and blinked reluctantly, in fact, he couldn't get enough of it, he couldn't wait to put his face on the screen, teleported to Fang Qing, and looked at her face carefully.

This eyebrow, this nose, and that mouth shape, well, no matter how you look at it, you can feel it

......

Felt:

This TMD doesn't look like me at all!

No, no, it's all generational, it's not like it's normal.

Hurry up and ask your old lady, when he was young, did he not control his hormones?

That day, grandpa only said that he thought about back then, and Tongfangqing's grandmother was sitting side by side! If it was really a moment, Huatian made a mistake, but it was his own grandson who pitted!

Fang Qing was ignorant and unconscious, and she didn't know what to do.

She struggled for a while, and then said to He Yu: "That, you left a card last time, right?"

He Yu was still immersed in conjecture, and he didn't hear Fang Qing's question for a while.

Fang Qing asked again: "Ah Yu, what is the card you left me for?"

When He Yu heard his name, he replied apologetically: "Ah, card, oh, of course, it's for you to use the card, so that you can spend it daily." ”

Fang Qing listened to this explanation and almost dropped her jaw: "Then you...... Do you remember how much else there is in it?"

He Yu was stunned when asked, he really didn't pay attention to how much money was in it, anyway, he went out with him, someone regularly stored value, and it hasn't been used up yet, but it was better to ask: "What? Is there no money? I'll arrange it?"

Fang Qing hurriedly cut He Yu's inference: "No, no, there are in it, and there are many, many!"

"It's just...... It's just that I'm not used to using other people's money yet, so I didn't bother to brush some of it this afternoon, and I'll pay you back that money later. Fang Qing said

When He Yu heard Fang Qing's explanation, it was like Sun Wukong being recited a tight mantra, and his brain hurt with squeezing, and he thought:

What kind of woman is this, others are using the opposite sex as a bank ATM, cashing out in a different way, this little sister is good, she has always wanted to stick to the well water and the river water, hum!

"Okay, others, you are still someone else, right? Then I may ask, can you tell me how I can not be classified as 'others' by you, hmm? How can someone other than others become?" He Yu straightened his expression and said with a bit of fierceness.

Fang Qing really didn't expect He Yu's reaction to be so intense, and Fang Qing didn't have an answer to this question for a while: in her mind, except for her family, she regarded anyone else as someone else.

So what about now? He's not someone else in the usual sense!

Yes, definitely not, but he is not my relative now, so who is he?

Between others and their loved ones, who else?

Thinking about it, Fang Qing had a word in her heart, that word was so wonderful, it made her cheeks plush, and her lips opened and closed, but Fang Qing still held the words in her throat and was reluctant to say it.

Fang Qing faked coughing twice and cheered for herself: "That, people other than others are my relatives, and you are not my relatives, but ...... You are mine......" Fang Qing seemed to be very good at grasping the node, and it was stuck again at a critical time.

"What am I you?"

"You're mine...... Well...... Lovers?" Fang Qing said at the end, almost burying her head in shame.

Finally hearing Fang Qing's admission, He Yu's feeling at that time was, without exaggeration, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Lovers...... Hey, lovers!" He Yu chewed on this expression repeatedly.

"Lover, very good! I am very satisfied with this person other than others, you are my baby, I am your lover, what a match!" He Yu nodded

Fang Qing listened to the magic sound of "lover, baby" in her ears, and her soul was bewitched:

What a good thing that is!

*

hung up Fang Qing's phone, and He Yu immediately called out again.

The phone calls rang again and again, and He Yu's heart tightened as if he was restless......

The phone was connected, and He Yu's heart almost popped out of his mouth.

Inquiry, Silence, Reply...... As the call continued, He Yushi's soaring blood pressure was finally stabilized until it was as calm as autumn water.

*

The wind blows in through the open window, like fine satin, gliding through every inch of the skin, with a brushed touch, enveloping the body comfortably in it.

He Yuecheng put down the thick stack of photos in his hand, took off his reading glasses, and walked out of the room.

The main figure of the photograph on the table is a silver-haired and benevolent old woman, who is supported by her family: either walking around the bend, or cutting flowers and branches on the balcony, or sitting around drinking tea with a circle of old friends......

Standing under the dim lamppost in the courtyard, it was the phantom night of the breeze and the shadow of the moon, but at this moment, it became real because of the photos and the phone call he had just met.

I thought that the deceased had passed away, and tried to forget it for decades, but she still couldn't bear it, she still occupied a corner of her heart, and based on the lingering nostalgia, she tried to pursue her message;

Now that she can finally learn that she is still magically alive in the world, and seems to be happy to have her own family, the dust in her heart can finally settle, right?

Sighing around the garden, the flowers and trees that were carefully decorated and trimmed in the past are now in the eyes, but they are all black and gray blocks and lines, without the slightest difference.

It's a good thing that has been fulfilled for many years, but why is somewhere in the chest even more empty?

Is that a pity? I regret that I couldn't find her in time;

Or is it a pity? I regret that she didn't have her own participation in the past years.

He Yuecheng squinted his moist eyes, looked at the dark blue sky in the north, and silently recited:

Ling! It's good to know that you're good...... I won't disturb your life, let me use other ways to make up for your shortcomings over the years!

Where did the photos He Yuecheng just saw come from? This thing has to go back to that night, the night He Yu went back to the old house.

When He Yu had just left the old house on the front foot, Aunt Gui arranged a special person on the back foot to follow the clues to find Fang Qing's hometown and obtain the image data of Fang Qing's grandmother.

It has always been a coincidence that there is no book, and Grandma Fang is just the former Yiren who Grandpa He has been looking for for many years.

No one would have thought that the lovers who missed each other in the past could finally find each other's traces because of the love of the next generation after decades of no news.

*

The moon is shining tonight, located in a shanty town on the outskirts of the northern city, in a low brick house, a gloomy room, the wall skin of the window has fallen off, revealing the black mold spots inside, and the gray-white lime crushed powder has fallen densely on the cement floor.

The corners of the house are covered with cobwebs, and the big-bellied spiders are dancing gracefully in a lonely ballet around their hunting grounds, and the flies and moths flying around them answer the spider clearly: Don't be impatient, and in a while, you will not be alone!

The cottage is simply furnished, even rudimentary, without half a decent piece of furniture.

The air was filled with a strong smell of medicine, sometimes mixed with the stench of the bathroom.

In such a place, a woman who is out of place in the environment stands facing a heavy curtain, which is half-drawn and tightly shielded, leaving only a few centimeters of gap in between.

The curtain was covered with floating ash, and the pattern that should have been bright yellow had dimmed to earthy yellow.

Although the curtains are old, the shading effect is quite good, there are no headlights in the house, at this time, the curtains block most of the only street light sources at the entrance of the alley outside the house, and the only light that slips into the window through the narrow gap hits the face of the woman by the window.

"Okay, it's up to you to deal with it, all I want is for her to disappear quickly. The woman was talking on the phone, and the light outside the window was smeared on the woman's lips, which had been blended into vermilion, but now they could not help but look so dazzling, with a certain horror that had just been bloodthirsty.

The person on the phone was chattering, and seemed to relish the woman's request, and the woman who listened:

"Uh-huh!" nodded incessantly, and after a long time, he hung up the phone with relief as if he had completed a heavy task.

The woman also carefully smacked the infinite pleasure brought to her by the content of the phone, and when she turned around with the muscles at the corners of her mouth, she suddenly saw that:

In the shadows of the porch at the doorway, there were two points of reflected light, and following the light, it was a man's eyes, staring at the eyes of the indignant eyes in the dark shadows of the black holes around him, emitting a fire of resentment.

"When did you come?" the woman asked after only a moment's pause, then with a natural expression.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" asked the man in the shadows

"You don't have to worry about it, just take care of yourself. The woman ignored it and didn't give an explanation.

"Are you the same people from the past? you said you won't contact them anymore?" the man buried in the darkness asked again.

"Yes and what, what about contact?" the woman replied in the affirmative in disguise

"Those people aren't good people! Who are you letting them deal with?" The man shouted

"Good guys, bad guys! Hmph! Who cares about these days? Becoming a king or losing a villain, and reaching the top at all costs is the royal road. When she had finished speaking, the woman trembled a little, pulled out an old-fashioned slip from the table, and sat down weakly.

"I care, I care!" she ...... She cares, too!" said the man, who burst out of the shadows, ran to the table, and pointed to the door of the inner room

"Are you cursing me, cursing me to be like her in the future? she cares, I don't know that she cares!" the woman almost screamed

"Don't say that about her!" the man yelled