After Lu Qiqi fell asleep peacefully, Lu Qianqian did not look sleepy. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Qianqian looked at Xiaoxian, pulled Xiaoxian out of the house, and came to the backyard. At this time, the backyard is still a sea of flowers.

However, it is slightly dark.

Xiaoxian took a few steps and turned on the street lights in the courtyard. It's still temporary, anyway, in the dark night, who will notice the sudden appearance of the street lights. However, during the day, no one cares if there are street lights in a few small corners. Xiaoxian sighed: It's good to be a fairy, you have what you want.

"What's wrong?" Fairy asked.

In the middle of the night, before she slept, Lu Qianqian suddenly pulled Xiaoxian to the backyard, presumably because she had something to say. Xiaoxian looked back at Lu Qianqian, dazed and didn't know what confusion she still had. You know, her matter has been settled. When she picks up the pen and starts writing her own story, she will understand Xiaoxian's good intentions.

This is an opportunity and a redemption for Lu Qianqian. What Bi Xiaoxian does and says, it has to work. Many things, discovered and explored by myself, will be more transparent and understanding in the future. Let Lu Qianqian think about her own things and understand life by herself, which is more effective than anything else.

"I ......" Lu Qianqian stopped talking, and turned to look at the sea of flowers.

Xiaoxian stood quietly to the side, standing side by side with her. Waiting for her to speak, waiting for her to say what was on her mind. Xiaoxian suddenly realized that when she was with Lu Qianqian, she was a listener most of the time. Every time this girl asks her to wait, she can't rush to change?! Depressed!

Under the snort was a floral scent. Xiaoxian pointed to the small purple flowers and said with a smile: "Look at those small purple flowers, they only bloom in the dark night, but they exude an attractive fragrance. If anyone likes this flower, they have to wait until late at night, who do you think will wait seriously? ”

"People who like this kind of flower must be true love." Lu Qianqian said lightly. If she is asked to wait for a flower, she can't find a reason to protect a flower except for love from the bottom of her heart.

However, she has never had anything particularly fond of it. This flower looks good and smells good, but it is not the kind of flower she likes.

Xiaoxian nodded and smiled. "Yes, only true love can make a person wait with all their hearts. What do you want to say? Say, there may be no answer, but if you say something that can make you feel comfortable, you can say it with peace of mind. ”

Lu Qianqian frowned and said slowly: "What angle do you think I should write my own story?" ”

"Angle this question, ask your own heart. You are the protagonist in your story, what do you want the protagonist to appear in front of people? Xiaoxian can't tell, the story Lu Qianqian told herself last time was too hazy to ask for help.

If she were a little more detailed, she might be able to help her write something better. However, Xiaoxian didn't want to ask too much. That story is a sad one, one that can shed tears in just one minute. With Xiaoxian's dream, it only takes a few fragments to make people cry and touch the softest place in people's hearts.

"I am who I am, and I walk in front of everyone in my own way. But...... Behind me was an absurd backdrop, with tears in my eyes, a miserable smile on my lips, and the eyes of the once spiritual cave became desperate. Do you think this picture of mine looks like a broken doll, can I stand in front of everyone? Lu Qianqian squatted down, covered her face, and tears flowed from between her fingers.

Xiaoxian squatted down, exhaled softly, and asked, "That's how you see yourself?" ”

"Woo...... What else can I see? I lost my chastity, I lost my faith, I lost my family, I lost my dignity, and the only thing I had was a broken life, a broken heart. I had only a small part of it, but I sacrificed most of the respite that I had replaced. Xiaoxian, why can't you help me write it! In the end, Lu Qianqian almost shouted angrily.

Xiaoxian got up, took a few steps back, and looked at Lu Qianqian in anger. I made a hole in my heart, knowing that Lu Qianqian was very depressed and painful at this time. However, if Xiaoxian went to help her now, he was actually hurting her. Could it be that Xiaoxian watched her finish her work, jump from a dozen stories high, and end her life?

Don't forget, Lu Qianqian's purpose is to baptize her work with blood.

Sacrifice one's own life to awaken the conscience of another.

Is it worth it?

Xiaoxian really wants to ask Lu Qianqian, is it worth it? If she had exchanged her father's confession, her life would have ended, her life would have ended, and even if she had exchanged for repentance, what would she get? Maybe she didn't care what she had gotten out, but why was she stubborn about awakening her father's repentance?

To put it bluntly, Lu Qianqian wants to repent of her sins. She thinks that her life is very dirty and she has lost the belief in living, and she hopes that after she leaves, someone will remember her and feel guilty about her.

This kind of thinking is too dangerous. Xiaoxian definitely didn't want to see such a frustrated woman walking on the bridge, walking miserably to the end of her memory, drinking Meng Po soup, and starting again. That wasn't fair to her. Now that she has come to this world, she should live her life well.

Life is not static, and her hopes are in her own hands.

Xiaoxian thought too much in her heart, and she didn't pay attention for a while and ran away. Lu Qianqian, on the other end, questioned Xiaoxian hysterically.

"If I write a script, can I free myself? Xiaoxian, don't you think so?! Don't you think it's cruel for you to do this?! You're on my heart, you know?! Reliving the nightmare over and over again every day, recording the nightmare bit by bit on paper, do you know how cruel it is?! ”

Xiaoxian frowned, and Lu Qianqian seemed to be crazy at this time. "Calm down, I understand nothing less than yours, what you find painful, and I can still come up with hundreds of examples to prove that there are tens of thousands of people in the world who are more miserable than you."

Lu Qianqian looked at her in a daze and smiled miserably. "Don't laugh, who can be worse than me?"

The fairy slowly approached her and picked a handful of flowers from her side. Hand it to her. Lu Qianqian took the flowers, I don't know why. Xiaoxian motioned for her to smell the flowers, and Lu Qianqian did so.

Xiao Xian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This floral fragrance can calm your mind and help you calm down." In fact, if you live in your own world, you naturally can't see that there are more people in the world, who are worse than you, who live worse than you, and who are not as rich as you. ”

"I know a lot of people are poor, but how can they be worse off than me?" Lu Qianqian's mood gradually returned to peace, but she was still obsessed. Her world has long since collapsed, so she doesn't believe that there will be anyone in the world who is worse than her.

"There are people in this world who are worse than you, believe it." Xiaoxian Road.

(To be continued.) )