Chapter 18 Write a song about troubled times

"Girl." Qingxing looked at Emperor E walking in front of her, she didn't say a word on the road today, and the atmosphere was calm and scary.

"Green apricots." Listening to Emperor E calling himself, he hurriedly went up and agreed.

"Girl, what's the matter?"

Emperor E did not stop, but accelerated her pace a little, the sadness on her face replaced firmness, she wanted to know what the ending would be if she would not be obedient in this life?

"Qingxing, how long have you been following me?" Emperor E's footsteps were slightly, he looked at the sky, and said in a deep voice.

"Qingxing has followed the girl since she was four years old, and it was the girl who picked up Qingxing from the street without her father and mother, so that Qingxing did not starve to death and freeze to death."

Qingxing heard her own girl ask this, and immediately straightened her face, she originally had only starved to death on the street after her father and mother died, and it was when the girl was playing on the street that she saw herself eating half of the steamed buns thrown by others, and felt pity, so she begged Mrs. to take her in.

At that time, the girl was still a happy little girl in pink, just like Miss Nuying. As a girl's personal girl, although she has made a lot of mistakes, it is the girl who is in front of her, and the people in the house also look up to her.

"Four-year-old ......" Emperor E murmured softly, and began to walk forward again, looking at the somewhat dim sky, as if it was about to rain, "It's been so long, do you miss your father?" ”

Qingxing didn't expect Emperor E to ask such a question, "To say something without conscience, Qingxing's name was given by the girl, Qingxing's life was saved by the girl, and Qingxing's face was given by the girl."

If it weren't for the girl, I would have gone with my father and mother, I only know that my father is good at gambling and drinking, my mother makes a living from human pulp laundry, although I am only four years old, but I remember clearly, the money for the mother's pulp laundry can't even afford food, but my father took it to gamble and drink, and Qing Xing never wanted to experience that day again, and I have long forgotten what my father and mother are like. ”

The resentment on Qing Xing's face could be seen at a glance, having said that, there were still a lot of tears in her eyes.

Emperor E listened to Qingxing's words, did not answer, and kept walking towards his courtyard, "Bodhi Garden" is made by Mr. Yin himself, and I still don't understand, why Mr. Yin proposed such a name for his residence, is it to let himself see through the red dust?

Quickly walked to the gate of the courtyard, Emperor E looked back, Qingxing's eyes were still red like Xiao Rabbit, "Qingxing, go wash your face and come to see me." ”

Qingxing nodded, didn't say anything, followed Emperor E into the courtyard and walked towards his house, because he was Emperor E's personal girl, although he usually spent more time with Emperor E, but his identity was different, and he still had a room of his own.

It is also the reason why the servants in the house look up to him, and the jewelry that Emperor E doesn't want is usually rewarded to himself, and some of them are specially rewarded by Emperor E on his birthday, and others don't have this treatment.

After Emperor E went back, the girl put tea on the head, maybe it was ordered by the Qin family, ginger tea was sent from the kitchen, and a variety of medicinal materials were added to it, Emperor E looked at a bowl of steaming ginger tea, but he couldn't drink it, and his mother pulled Nuying's back as he walked away, lingering in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

I tried my best to keep it and try my best to change, but the facts kept reappearing.

In this life, if Emperor E makes you sad, don't blame Emperor E, Emperor E just wants to compose a slender and distant song in this troubled world, there can be no gorgeous chapter of neon clothes and feathers, there can be no magnificent waves of marching in troubled times, as long as a simple and sincere song.