For a long time, the house was in a quiet environment.

Seeing that the daylight was getting hotter, nothing happened.

Lin Qi felt a little bored, but subconsciously felt that something was going to happen.

Sometimes, the calmer the water, there are often amazing dangers, just waiting for those careless people to step into the trap.

Chu Yuan embroidered for a long time, and felt that his eyes were a little sour, so he walked out of the door, stood at the door, greeted the warm sunshine, stretched his waist lazily, and moved his muscles and bones.

Lin Qi began to faintly feel that something was wrong, although the sun outside was so bright at the moment, there seemed to be an indescribable sense of depression and gloom around him.

This feeling made Lin Qi feel very uncomfortable.

Looking at Chu Kite, the sunlight outside the door fell on her shoulders, and when she looked out inside, she happened to see her steep back.

Just imagine, a person with no memory, has an eternally young face, but she has been guarding a courtyard called a ghost house, and has spent spring and autumn one after another, is it really meaningful to have such days? Lin Qi was a little puzzled.

However, after seeing the painting on the embroidery, Lin Qi began to waver.

Sometimes the most casual act often makes people can't help but cry.

She has been guarding a desolate time, not in contact with anyone outside, no one to speak, just like a shell or, but, in the deepest and deepest part of her mind, there is always a teenager hidden.

She didn't know who he was, she just remembered him, so she couldn't help but draw his face, can such a thing be called moving?

Move?

There is no definition of what is moving, sometimes moving can be doing a vigorous thing, such as a long drought and a rain, such as meeting old acquaintances in other places, such as the title of the gold list, such as the night of candles in the cave room. But sometimes it's just that casual smile, or in the deepest and deepest night, you will always think of someone's memory in the depths of your memory, and that little bit has become the biggest motivation for this life, although you don't know that person and those memories.

So, what about Shen Duo?

Lin Qi couldn't help but ask himself.

Getting here, going further, probably, many years, yes, many years.

Many years later, maybe she won't have the chance to see that person again, and what is her mood?

Lin Qi couldn't say it, but it felt like those many years seemed to be very long, just like when she was occasionally released from the cage when she wanted to, she stood by the Qianliu River of the Feng Clan, watching the clear river flow quietly into the distance without saying a word, and she looked in the direction of the river as if she could never see her head.

Lin Qi felt as if there was a river between them, and they were silent, silent, looking at each other from a distance, or sometimes pretending not to see each other. But, in fact, they can't cross that river.

They could have crossed the boat, they could have flown against the wind, and the worst of them could have walked through the river.

But neither of them is willing, maybe not because they are unwilling, but they don't know if they are willing or not.

The corners of Lin Qi's eyes were slightly red, but it wasn't sad, it's just a little helpless.

I can't help but choose to solve it like a microleaf, dare to love and hate.

Lin Qi felt that in fact, extreme people were the happiest, because everything they did was their own will, they knew their minds, and they would not regret it even if they did something wrong.

But it's a pity that I'm not the one who is resolute, not the kind of person who is extreme.

Perhaps, it was the life of a prisoner since she was a child that made her become like this! The most important thing she can do since she was a child is to endure, she can endure anything, just to live well.

She didn't know why she was so patient, and sometimes Lin Qi even admired herself, was this person really her?

And Lin Qi didn't know this answer, she didn't know if this person was her or not, but there was always a voice in her heart saying to her, "You have to live." “

It's just these four words, kept repeating, repeating, like a spell.

Always in the deepest and deepest night, she sat in the prison, watching a cold moonlight shine through the high small window, she stared blankly at the moonlight, slowly and slowly fell asleep, and then in the darkness, the voice would remember, over and over again, over and over again, until she woke up from a dream.

Lin Qi didn't feel too tired of that dream, nor was she too scared, but whenever she felt like she was going crazy, she always remembered that sentence, and then her anger that had been stimulated was like smoke, slowly, slowly began to dissipate.

Recalling that time, Lin Qi didn't have any vivid memories in her mind, there were just almost the same things that day by day, the only thing that could make her happy was that the moonlight sprinkled into the room every full moon night, and then she looked at the wisps of amber moonlight, as if she could see the scene thousands of miles away through the moonlight.

There are also memories of those sunny days, she was pardoned to go out for activities, and then she sat under the plane tree that was so old that she couldn't see her age, sometimes when the old woman was there, she either leaned on the old woman's body, or sat cross-legged under the tree and looked at the old woman, listening to the old woman tell about her previous experience when she was young, listening to those interesting things in the world, listening to those earthly fireworks, but no matter what kind of story, Lin Qi listened to it with relish, without a trace of boredom.

Sometimes, when the old woman didn't have time to come under the tree, she would sit under the thick roots of the old tree and watch the children frolic and play in the distance. In the spring, together with the east wind, there is a group of children holding those colorful kites to fly kites on the tender green grass in the distance, and those children who do not have kites are not unhappy, they will chase the children with kites, chase them, run with their kites, until they see those kites flying high in the air, they jump with joy.

Although Lin Qi was the same size as those children at that time, she didn't find those chases interesting, but she liked their laughter, or in fact, what she really liked was the freedom that those children had.