"You're going to be both soft and hard, and you're going to pull the hair on my head on the edges, and I think the person who designed you is familiar with me—"

…… This, this dangerous inexplicable tone-

The system swallows.

I feel like I've done a great death—

It's still the kind that plays with yourself at any time-

Boom~

God is pitiful, it just wants to get a guarantee of survival~

Why is it so hard?

Whereas.

was stuffed into the mirror by a certain girl, like throwing stones, only to feel that it was dark in front of her, and then a flower.

Then the bright skylight and the scorching sun made the eyes hurt to pierce.

Physiologically I want to roll down the tears, so as to relieve the uncomfortable eyes at this time.

"That, don't cry——, I didn't mean to, I'll blow it for you, it won't hurt if you blow it, okay?"

Anxious and uneasy, the glutinous and soft girl's voice made Yijing stunned.

Squinting, facing the light of the sky, he looked at the person in front of him.

It was a little girl of seven or eight years old.

Dressed in a goose yellow dress, with a small twitch on her head, she is white and chubby, delicate and cute.

But it made Yijing's eyes shrink violently.

The eyes that wept down because they were stung by the sun became more and more turbulent.

The frightened face of the little girl in front of him turned white.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I really didn't mean to, I didn't expect to throw the hydrangea out and hit someone, I'm really sorry, don't cry, don't cry, okay-"

The little girl was in a hurry, and her big apricot eyes were red.

She bit her lower lip, trying to reach out and rub his smashed head.

But as soon as he saw it, the hand that had been slapped red before shrank down.

I can't help but want to cry too.

I knew that she didn't say anything about not playing hydrangea, but she knocked people unconscious, and she was still hurt.

If my mother knew, I would have scolded her again.

looked at the little girl in front of him who was about to cry.

Yijing opened his mouth and tried to reply in a tender and gentle voice:

"Don't cry, it doesn't hurt—"

Ay?

The little girl blinked and looked at him with some puzzlement.

"You, how can you not hurt when you're crying? Xing'er went to ask for a doctor, you, bear with me, and I'll be back soon-"

Look at such a careful, bright and clear little person.

Yijing curled his lips and smiled.

The eyes are warm and spoiled, and there is no trace of the ferocious gods and evil spirits of the later generations.

Ah, he didn't know that when she was so young, he had already met and had such a fate with her.

A small fluffy one, so cute and so well-behaved.

Even if he grows up, he is still so cute and well-behaved.

He remembered that once Ah Qiao held a hydrangea that was some years old and asked him with a smile:

"Yijing, do you recognize this?"

He was puzzled at the time, shook his head, and even said with some indifference:

"Isn't it just a hydrangea?"

At that time, he clearly saw the loss in Ah Qiao's eyes and muttering to himself.

"Ah, I don't remember—"

And now, he was thrown back here by the girl, and when he saw little her, she was holding a delicate red hydrangea in her hand.

Just so alive, squatting in front of him, looking at him.

That's nice.

It's really good.

This time, he must have written down every detail of his relationship with her.

Draw it into a picture and record it into a book.

When she is old and her children and grandchildren are full, she will sit next to her under her favorite ginkgo tree and tell her these bits and pieces, so that she can know.

A pure heart is pleasing to Aqiao, from the beginning to the end, it has never changed, no matter the past life and this life.

Please ask her to see that in her life, she has never made her sad again, and in the next life, she is willing to go to Baitou with him.

"My name is Yijing, what is your name?"

"Huh? That's, my name is Qiaoniang—"