It took a long time for Han Qingqing to calm down.

Listening to Luo Yunye tell the story of this "Song Ke", she still felt that she was in a dream, and the light and shadow were mottled unreal.

Her life was stained by a word from someone else. And her mother, too, had to leave the housekeeping profession because of the boy's silence.

Easily, but in a few words, they changed forever.

After crying for a long time, Han Qingqing's eyes were swollen from crying.

The delicate and elegant makeup on his face has already cried, and he looks like a kitten with a flowery face. Clusters of mascara stick stick to the eyelids, leaving black messy marks.

Luo Yunye held her in his arms, and after a long time, he asked her softly, "Are you going to find him?" ”

He didn't say who it was, but Han Qingqing knew that Luo Yunye was talking about Song Ke.

Her heart began to struggle.

When he was young, a boy of the same age was wronged, and in the eyes of adults, it was just an ordinary child. However, for her, it has left a shadow that will never dissipate.

In the years that followed, she became timid, cowardly, and only hid in romance novels, fantasizing about life at will.

But today, as today, the boy appeared. Should she go to him? Should we find the truth from him for the sake of that distant incident back then?

Han Qingqing hadn't answered yet, but Luo Yunye suddenly spoke first: "Qingqing, we must go to him." ”

That tone was unprovoked and determined, and Han Qingqing was shocked when he heard it. It seems that in his opinion, he will do everything that makes her comfortable.

Han Qingqing shed a lot of tears, and people were tired from crying, and they went to take a bath dizzily.

As soon as she left, Luo Yunye took out her mobile phone to call her father. Luo Xuqing may have just fallen asleep, and it took a long time to connect, but on the phone, his voice was still sonorous: "Yunye, it's so late, what's the matter?" ”

Luo Yunye stood up, held the mobile phone in his right hand, put his left hand in his trouser pocket, walked to the window, and said in a flat voice: "Dad, I asked you about someone." Song Ke, do you know this person who lives in your neighborhood? ”

"Song Ke?" Hearing this name, Luo Xuqing was slightly stunned, "You said the child of the old Song family?" ”

The "old Song" in Luo Xuqing's mouth is also a retired old cadre, like Luo Xuqing, who lives in the Beiyuan community. Not only them, but also many other retired veteran cadres live in this community, and the construction of this community was mainly to provide them with distribution.

Luo Yunye didn't know "Old Song" very well, so he only continued to ask: "Do you know where Song Ke's family is?" ”

Luo Xuqing pondered for a few seconds, and replied in a vigorous voice: "Didn't you go to Uncle Song's house when you were a child, it was on the seventh floor of the building in front of us." What are you suddenly looking for that kid from Song Ke? ”

Luo Yunye didn't answer his father's words directly, just said a little thing, and then hung up the phone without chatting.

He sat in the living room for a while, looking at the room full of antique cultural relics and antiques with open eyes, only to feel a strong impulse and ** in his heart, piercing his heart, and he was about to burst out.

He thought of the day before, when Han Qingqing stood in the living room and laughed at him, telling him with a smile, saying that she wanted to protect him.

It was the first time in his life that he had heard a girl younger than him say something like that. He remembered the firmness in her eyes, and the unmistakable persistence.

She is always brilliant and passionate, even if she is occasionally jealous and coquettish, she is full of the delicate and charming state of a little girl.

And this time, she cried so much that the pear blossoms fell and the rain fell, and she was miserable. He never wants the girl he loves to be sad for the rest of his life with a regret that will never be released.

Han Qingqing had already finished taking a shower and went back to the room.

It was obviously autumn, but Luo Yunye felt that there was still a trace of heat in the air. He loosened the collar of his shirt and changed into a pair of shoes to go to the bathroom shower.

When he came out of the shower and passed by his room, he paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and stretched out his finger to brush the door open.

Han Qingqing was placed in large characters on the oversized bed. When I heard the sound of "Didi" opening the door, I was immediately slightly stunned.

Luo Yunye's upper body is not clothed, his smooth lines and muscular body are exposed to the air, and mixed with the fragrance of good-smelling shower gel, which is silently releasing the unique charm of men.

And the lower half of his body was only surrounded by a wide white bathrobe. Wrap it around your waist a few times, and the muscles in your abdomen loom.

Han Qingqing finally calmed down from Song Ke's memories, and now that she saw such a seductive scene, she felt that her eyes were astringent, and she couldn't take her eyes off.

Luo Yunye was worried about her insomnia, so she walked over gently, sat down on the edge of the bed naturally, and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?" ”

His voice was soft and deep, mixed with the soft night, and it was even more beautiful.

Han Qingqing was immersed in his magnetic male voice, and was silent for a few seconds without answering. She thought he was saying whether to talk to her for a while, she had just brewed a good relationship, and was about to speak, but he grabbed it: "That's it." ”

He spoke extremely naturally, as if he were just calmly expounding her thoughts.

In the next second, he sat down on the bed, raised his legs, and lay down next to her steadily. This was not enough, when Han Qingqing was stunned, he waved his hand again, lifted the quilt, and pressed it tightly, next to her skin.

Han Qingqing was frightened, and immediately stepped back a little, and asked in a frightened voice, "Yun ...... Brother Yunye, what are you going to do? ”

"Qingqing, it's too late to refuse." Luo Yunye continued to follow, stretched out his long arm, and pulled Han Qingqing into his arms.

Qingqing was so frightened that she desperately retreated backwards, trying to break free from his arms. But Luo Yunye clinged to it tightly, stroked her hair, and said gently: "Don't make trouble, I won't eat you." If you want to eat, you will wait until you want to. ”

Hearing this, Han Qingqing immediately quieted down. For some reason, a faint trace of disappointment flashed in her heart, but more than that, it was admiration and awe for him.

He never overstepped the rules, and he never took advantage of others.

Quietly lying on his chest, like a boat that has lost its direction, seeing the glimmer of the rising morning light, his heart suddenly settled.

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, Han Qingqing had no classes, and Luo Yunye didn't need to go out.

In the morning, Qingqinglei couldn't practice speaking English, and after making breakfast for Luo Yunye, she stood on the balcony alone and read long sentences with the anchor in the BBC.

Luo Yunye was dressed in casual clothes at home, sitting lazily and elegantly on the sofa, silently nibbling on the slices of bread in his hands.

Thinking about it, how do you feel that last night's night was so short? It seems to be so rich, but in a few seconds, it disappears.

Han Qingqing listened to the morning radio for half an hour and came in, and saw that Luo Yunye was still pondering slowly, not knowing that he was thinking about those messy things, he just thought he was thinking about Song Ke's stubble, so he was so moved that he walked over, and his voice was fluttering: "Brother Yunye, it's good to know you." ”

Luo Yunye raised his eyebrows, and only urged her after a while: "Pack up and get ready to go." ”