Outside the window, the dry birds fluttered their wings with messy feathers, and landed on the dead branches, chirping non-stop.

The birds are dry, and the moonlight is annoying.

After ten seconds of silence, Qiao Ziqian picked up the spatula again and calmly began to stir-fry: "Nonsense." ”

Sang Apple grinned, "I'm serious. ”

Qiao Ziqian was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Even if you say this, I won't give you extra money." ”

Sang Apple was a little speechless, why did she think that she was asking for money!

Thinking about it, Sang Apple suddenly felt angry, so he snatched the spatula from Qiao Ziqian's hand, came to the side, looked at Qiao Ziqian's side face, and asked, "Do you think I'm asking you for money?"

Qiao Ziqian glanced at her silently and said, "...... Isn't it?"

Sang Apple: "...... That's how you look at me!"

Qiao Ziqian: "......"

Sang Apple coughed twice, waved his hand, and said, "Don't you believe me seriously?"

Qiao Ziqian: "...... Unbelief. ”

Sang Apple suddenly felt a little angry, and she said in a muffled voice, "Why don't you believe me?"

She asked herself if she hadn't deceived Qiao Ziqian much, although this time she wanted to tease him.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the dishes in the pot and said softly: "Impossible, don't think about it." ”

Why do you sound so angry!

Sang Apple felt a little angry, and there was nowhere to put his hands.

"I don't need such feelings, besides, these things are impossible for me. ”

Qiao Ziqian's words were a little sad, and the words were the vicissitudes and helplessness that had been precipitated for many years.

He didn't blame Sang Apple for not knowing etiquette as usual, and nagged that there was an ancestral relationship between them for hundreds of generations, but instead said these strange things.

Sang Apple was speechless for a while, she didn't want to speak, she suddenly spoke, as if her brain was cramping, and suddenly said: "You haven't been married? So how did I get here? We must not be related by blood!"

Qiao Ziqian: "...... You've been itchy lately?"

Sang Apple pursed his lips and said, "I...... I just want to complain. ”

Qiao Ziqian held the spatula, but did not stir-fry, he said: "Don't talk about this in the future, I don't want to talk about emotional matters." ”

Sang Apple frowned, her heart was in a mess, she asked, "Don't talk about it, do you really live for a thousand years, and you have given up all this?"

Sang Apple secretly scolded herself in her heart, obviously she didn't want to say this, but when she said it, it changed.

Qiao Ziqian's eyes drooped, and he said lightly: "What's the use of asking for these? The love between men and women is something that blocks people, and people can go far only if they are ruthless." ”

"Yes, you have lived for thousands of years, and you have long put these things out of the way," Sang Apple became more and more chaotic the more he spoke, but his brain and mouth just didn't match, obviously he had been preventing himself from saying it in his mind, but he just said it, "No wonder you are indifferent to outsiders, have a strange personality, and don't want to help Ali at all, more for you, only you are the most real, right? Then aren't all the words you said before all liar? You don't treat me as a family member at all, right?"

Qiao Ziqian stared at the pasted dish in front of him, and was silent for a long time before saying,

"The dish is mushy. ”

Sang Apple let go of Qiao Ziqian's arm and walked out, saying as he walked: "I originally wanted to tease you, who knew that you said these strange things, so I also said, okay, I don't want to eat anymore, I'm going to sleep." ”

After speaking, I went straight back to my room.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the black and slimy dish in front of him, sighed, and muttered to himself: "...... How can you say such a thing against your will? ”

After returning to his room, Sang Apple jumped on the bed, pulled the quilt over his body, and covered his head.

After a while, I lifted the quilt again, sat up from the bed, and looked at the door in front of me, which was quietly there, and felt uncomfortable.

This door was broken once, and it was repaired by Qiao Ziqian.

I don't know what's going on, obviously she wanted to tease Qiao Ziqian, but she wasn't happy at all, as if she didn't want to hear him talk like that at all.

"Oh, it's annoying, why am I thinking about this!"

Sang Apple lay back on the bed and looked at the unstained ceiling, which was also cleaned by Qiao Ziqian.

Not a single stain to be seen.

Mulberry reached out and hugged the pillow, and the pattern on it was clearly visible.

The pattern is a fresh light green lattice, and it also exudes a faint fragrance, and it has a smell of being sunburned, which is the smell of laundry detergent bought by Qiao Ziqian.

Even this quilt cover was bought by Qiao Ziqian.

"Qiao Ziqian, Qiao Ziqian, Qiao Ziqian is everywhere! I don't want this pillow!"

Sang Apple threw the pillow on the ground, and it was not pleasing to the eyes when he looked at the quilt, so he kicked the quilt off the bed.

"Annoying, annoying!"

Obviously, she didn't treat Qiao Ziqian as a family member at the beginning, and even regarded him as a human trafficker for a while!

It sounded against her heart to say those words, but she didn't know what's wrong, hearing Qiao Ziqian say that, she just felt uncomfortable.

Sang Apple kicked his legs in annoyance.

"Ding—"

Sang Apple's mobile phone rang, she took it and looked at it, and there was a text message, three.

One is Mina's.

"Little Apple, how are you doing? I heard today that there was a fire in the studio, are you okay?"

Sang Apple replied that it was okay to pass.

The second one was An Qi's message, which also greeted her if she was injured, and her tone was full of concern.

Sang Apple smiled back.

But when he saw the last one, Sang Apple's smile disappeared.

"Come home when you have time, your mother misses you very much. ”

After reading it for a long time, Sang Apple typed several strings of words, deleted them all, and finally only replied with one sentence.

"I'm busy with work right now, and I'll go back when I have time. ”

After replying to the text, she tossed her phone aside, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.

I haven't been back for a long time.

Qiao Ziqian, who was outside the house, looked at the food that had been completely pasted in front of him, and he didn't have the heart to cook, he reached out and shoveled out the food and put it on the plate, the color of the pasted food was ugly, and the smell was not good.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the dish in front of him, sighed, and said to himself: "The first time I made it so ugly, how could I be upset." ”

Subsequently, Qiao Ziqian poured out all the food, washed the pots and bowls, saw the oil stains on his clothes, and was about to take a bath, but after seeing the closed door of the mulberry apple, Qiao Ziqian stopped, came to the door of the mulberry apple, stretched out his hand to knock on the door, and after thinking for a while, Qiao Ziqian reached out and knocked on the door.

Hearing a knock at the door, Sang Apple responded inside.

"Who!"

Qiao Ziqian stood outside the door, and after hearing this voice, he sighed and said, "Who else can it be besides me?"

"Aren't there any ghosts? Mulberry replied in a muffled voice.

"Apple," Qiao Ziqian whispered outside the door, "Are you angry?"

Hearing Qiao Ziqian call his name instead of "junior", Sang Apple got out of bed and came to the door barefoot, his ears were close to the door, and he listened carefully.

"I don't expect love, and I'm good to you, it doesn't conflict, nothing will change. You have to trust me. ”

Qiao Ziqian stood outside the door and said softly.

It sounded like an apology, and Sang Apple was secretly happy in his heart.

didn't hear the movement inside, Qiao Ziqian stretched out his hand and gently put it on the door, and the cold feeling came into his slightly cool palm, feeling the coolness of the outside world for the first time.

"I don't want to help him, because I've encountered such things before, and my ability is not as great as you think, and not everyone I can help. Apple, I'm sorry for not taking good care of you, but what I said is true. I never tell a lie. ”

After Qiao Ziqian said it, he didn't say anything more, and Sang Apple was listening to it with his ears close to him.

After a long while, Qiao Ziqian outside the door spoke: "Are you eavesdropping at the door?"

Mulberry apple: "???"

You can actually guess!

seemed to hear a chuckle, and then Qiao Ziqian sighed and said, "My clothes are stained with oil, I'm going to take a bath, okay, you go to bed first." ”

Then, Sang Apple heard footsteps.

She exhaled, slowly stood up, and cautiously opened the door, wanting to look outside.

Then I found Qiao Ziqian standing at the door.

Mulberry apple: "!!"

Qiao Ziqian looked at the mulberry apple in front of him with a weak heart, and said, "Enough have you heard?"

Sang Apple smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands, and said, "That...... I'm just going to open the door and see, haha, the weather is so nice today. ”

Listening to Sang Apple's embarrassing words, Qiao Ziqian smiled, reached out and gently rubbed Sang Apple's hair, slowly approached her, and whispered, "Okay, don't be like a child anymore." I'm really gone. ”

With that, he walked towards the bathroom.

Sang Apple reached out and touched his head, pursed his lips and smiled, then closed the door, and after seeing the quilt and pillow on the floor, he picked them up and carried them back to the bed, smelling the fragrance on the quilt, inexplicably relieved.

The corners of his mouth really couldn't help but rise.

"Tut-tut. ”

Little Lightning sat on the edge of the table, his calves trembling, looking at the appearance of the mulberry apple, and sighed.

Sang Apple turned his head to look at him and said, "What's the matter with you, take care of your illness!"

Xiao Lightning defended: "I'm not sick, I said that it's called physical weakness!"

Sang Apple turned her head and ignored him.

Little Lightning sighed, looked at the moon outside the window with a pair of golden eyes, and continued to sigh: "You're happy now, I really don't know why Lord Qiao spoils you so much, it's just doting!"

Sang Apple hugged the quilt and said, "I am his descendant." ”

A sincere complaint from Xiao Lightning's heart: "Looking left and right, you don't look like you're related." ”

Mulberry Apple was silent, not like a descendant......

If not, then ...... What kind of relationship are they?

This is a question worth pondering.

Qiao Ziqian was lying on the bed, unable to sleep left and right, thinking about the wound on Sang Apple's arm, he couldn't feel at ease.

couldn't fall asleep after thinking about it, Qiao Ziqian got up directly from the bed, and then came to Sang Apple's room.

Sang Apple lay on the bed, sleeping with a stupid face, not knowing what he dreamed of.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the wound on her arm, it was not too serious, and it had improved a lot after taking the medicine.

But the things he encountered during this time made him unable to feel at ease.

"Hooligans!"

Sang Apple turned over sharply and slapped Qiao Ziqian with his palm.

Qiao Ziqian narrowly avoided it.

"Look at my severed feet!"

After moving her hands, she began to move her feet again.

Qiao Ziqian silently pressed her restless leg and covered her with a quilt.

Qiao Ziqian was very helpless, she really didn't know what she dreamed about......

"There can be no delay. ”

Qiao Ziqian stood up, glanced at the sleeping mulberry apple, turned around and walked towards the door, went out, and walked to the bus stop.

In the dim light, a man in a black trench coat stood silently next to the bus stop, waiting for the bus.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the man, hesitated, and walked over.

"Mistress Joe. ”

The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, even a little creepy.

Qiao Ziqian glanced at him and said lightly: "You are here." ”

"I haven't seen you for a long time, is Master Qiao okay?"

As he spoke, the cold wind blew the man's clothes, which looked particularly strange.

Qiao Ziqian looked at the person in front of him and said, "Tell me." ”

The man seemed to laugh, and the muscles on his face moved, looking terrifying.

The man, "Really, are you sure you want to know right now?"

Qiao Ziqian hummed coldly and said no more, but his clenched hands revealed his mood.

Nervous and worried.

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