"No way. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Mu Qingqing gritted his teeth and said word by word.

Quan Zichen nodded helplessly, he didn't force her anymore. He knew that it was his strong man who made it difficult.

Even if he were him, he wouldn't be able to do it. Moreover, with his character, I am afraid that he will not let the murderer have a better day from the time he learns the truth.

Mu Qingqing has achieved the maximum tolerance.

It's just that there is a gap between them, and how can they cross it in the future. Love, how can it be safe......

"Qingqing, take off your clothes, you'll catch a cold. Quan Zichen coaxed her.

Mu Qingqing's whole body was soaked in hot water, and when she heard Quan Zichen's words, she was indifferent, her eyes were empty.

There are still traces of rain on her face, and Mu Qingqing like this makes Quan Zichen feel extremely distressed.

He couldn't help but think of Mu Qingqing at that time, who was also like this at that time, so quiet that he was scared.

In those eleven years, she was always carefree, she didn't know what her troubles were, and her world was simple and beautiful.

He wanted to selfishly hide this from her for the rest of his life, but he was negligent......

The shadow left by this incident on her is afraid that it will be difficult to eliminate for the rest of her life. He wanted to see a sunny and cheerful Mu Qingqing, not a quiet and introverted Mu Qingqing.

"You go away. Mu Qingqing lowered his head.

Quan Zichen was helpless, his fingers slid over her face, and his heart ached: "You have to be good." ”

Mu Qingqing didn't speak, and kept his head down.

Quan Zichen had no choice, handed her the towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Mu Qingqing's mood was still very unstable, she sat in the bathtub and slowly closed her eyes......

It's not a taste in my heart.

After a long time, she picked up a handful of water with her hand and poured it on her face.

After Quan Zichen went out, he didn't dare to go too far, so he went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

Smoke hung on the balcony, and his deep, distant eyes kept looking out the window.

Outside the window, it was raining heavily, and the raindrops the size of beans fell quickly from the sky and hit the ground with a "crackling" sound.

The wind blows the leaves, and the green trees keep swinging their branches, and the leaves fall from the branches one by one.

From time to time, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the entire sky, and at that moment, Quan Zichen saw a gloom rising from the earth.

Because of the temperature difference, the glass on the balcony was covered with a shallow layer of mist.

Quan Zichen suddenly remembered that Mu Qingqing loved to write his name and his name on this hazy mist.

At this time, as soon as he raised his hand, he wrote two words without thinking: Qingqing.

I don't know when she has become a part of his life.

He always thought she was naïve, but later he realized that if he loved someone, he would feel good no matter what she did.

When she laughs, his heart laughs, and when she is sad, his heart aches.

Quan Zichen looked at the two words on the window, and slowly, when a cigarette was smoked, the two words gradually blurred.

His heart tugged at him, and to this day, he can't give himself a definite answer, the future...... Will they be able to live this life in peace?

After a long while, Quan Zichen hadn't seen Mu Qingqing come out, he was a little panicked, and hurriedly pushed open the bathroom door.

When he pushed it away, he saw Mu Qingqing lying in the bathtub in a daze, looking blankly ahead, exactly the same as when he left.

Quan Zichen was helpless, stepped forward, picked up a towel, and wiped her face for her.

"Qingqing, I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow. ”

Mu Qingqing did not refuse, nor did he agree.

Quan Zichen wiped her face for her, and carefully untied her pajamas for her.

He brought her another set of clean pink pajamas, which she liked very much.

His heart twitched as he touched the scar from the bullet on her arm.

If he had a choice, back then, when the bullets flew, he must have hit himself!?

That night, Quan Zichen kept cuddling Mu Qingqing to sleep.

He was afraid that she wouldn't sleep well, so he went to make her calming tea.

This tea was boiled by Mu Qingqing when he first came to Quan's house. Of course, he only cooked for her.

Later, Mu Qingqing no longer had nightmares and would no longer wake up at night, so he did not continue to make tea for her.

In the evening, Mu Qingqing held the hot tea, smelling the familiar taste, her nose was sour, and the hot tears suddenly swirled in her eyes.

I don't know if I'm tired of crying, but not long after he hugged her, she fell asleep.

Slowly, he also fell asleep.

His arm kept around her, and at first the two fell asleep head to head, and later, Mu Qingqing pillowed on his arm.

It was probably quite comfortable to pill his arm, and that night, she used his arm as a pillow.

In the middle of the night, Quan Zichen's hands were a little numb, and the next morning, he was almost unconscious.

But he saw that Mu Qingqing was sleeping soundly, did not move, and let her pillow.

Sometimes when he fell asleep in a daze, he would hear Mu Qingqing muttering and talking in his dreams.

Listening carefully, she was still calling her mom and dad......

"Mom and Dad...... Don't leave me......"

Quan Zichen sighed, how should he untie this knot for her.

In those days, Quan Zichen never went to the group, and he handed over all the big and small affairs to Du Wen.

The storm raged all night, and the next day it was still wet, but on the third day the sun came out, and the clarity was restored everywhere.

The water on the ground has long since dried up, but the water in the creek has risen considerably.

The rain-washed world is clear and bright, and exceptionally fresh. The scent of grass and earth fills the air, and flowers sway in the breeze.

In those two days, Quan Zichen never left Mu Qingqing and took care of her carefully.

The day after the rainstorm, Quan Zichen changed into a casual white T-shirt, and the whole person looked sunny and handsome.

Mu Qingqing was still lying silently on the bed, looking at the direction of the curtain with his eyes open, without any movement.

Quan Zichen picked out a similar white T-shirt for her from the closet, at first glance, it looked like a couple's shirt.

Seeing that Mu Qingqing didn't get up, he leaned over and scratched her: "Qingqing, get up and take you to the beach." ”

Mu Qingqing blinked his eyes and didn't speak.

She hadn't spoken much in the two days since that night. Yesterday, I had been lying in bed all day, not talking or eating, just silently opening my eyes and looking at the position of the curtains, watching the sun rise to set.

The weather is fine today, cloudless and the air is fresh.

Quan Zichen agreed to take her to the beach, and he kept pestering her.

"Qingqing, don't you like the sea very much?"