The season is in August, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner. In the past few days, Yang's mother's spirit has improved a lot, and she finally got up, and Yang Jinxin helped her mother sit under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

The autumn sun faded and spilled down through the dense branches like golden threads, Yang's mother lay on the rocking chair and squinted slightly, Yang Jinxin held a book in her hand, sitting next to her and guarding her mother.

"Xin'er, it's been a long time since school started, don't stay with your mother all day long, go to your school." Mother Yang is from everyone's background, gentle and beautiful, speaking slowly and softly.

Yang Jinxin closed the book and chuckled: "I'm tired of looking at me every day? Rest assured, tomorrow the holiday is coming. Also, I'm going to the Holy Child's Church in the afternoon to teach the children, and I may have to come back later, don't worry. ”

Yang's mother also chuckled and told her to pay attention to safety on the road, and the mother and daughter laughed for a while.

The Holy Infant Church is the largest orphanage in Jinling, and most of the people in it are war orphans. After the establishment of the southern government, the president's wife personally set up this orphanage, and the celebrities of Jinling City donated generously from time to time, which inevitably had political implications, but fortunately, the children of the Holy Infant Church have grown up very well.

Yang Jinxin, who was an orphan in her previous life, often went to the Holy Infant Church to help, she had already gone to college in her previous life, and she had already studied in middle school here, and she was also handy in teaching children.

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Qin Muyang stood by the window of the office on the second floor, looking out from here, facing the garden lawn of the Holy Child Church, with a wide field of vision, quiet and peaceful, and all his troubles were swept away.

"Si Shao, thank you for your loving support for the children all the time, I thank you on behalf of the children!" The speaker was Sister Jane, the dean of the Holy Child's Church, who was British and fluent in Chinese.

Qin Muyang withdrew his gaze from the window, with a light smile on his face, and his aura softened.

"This is a little bit of my mother's heart, she has always been very concerned about the children here, and the dean does not have to be polite." As he spoke, he took out a check from his body and handed it to Jane.

"This adds winter clothes to the children, the old rule."

Jane took the check, her blue eyes shining with love and surprise, "Thank you, thank you so much for always supporting us so privately!" ”

The corners of Qin Muyang's mouth pulled into a shallow smile, picked up the teacup and walked to the window again, and did not follow her words, but sighed as if nothing: "The dean is so good here, full of innocence and no hustle and bustle, it is really a rare paradise, every time I come, I am reluctant to leave."

Jane also came closer and looked at him sincerely, "The children are the most innocent and immaculate spirits in this world, they are all angels brought to this world by God, and the four rarely have time to come often. ”

Qin Muyang took a sip of the teacup, his eyes stayed on the figure in the blue dress and black dress on the lawn, motionless, and time seemed to stand still.

Jane followed his gaze, "That's Miss Yang, who often comes to teach the children, and is a kind girl. ”

"Why haven't you seen her before?" Qin Muyang kept her eyes off, she was taking the children to play games, and her spirit was flying.

"She only came here to volunteer a year ago, when Si Shao was on the side, so I didn't meet her."

As soon as Jian said this, someone looked for her, so she had to tell Qin Muyang that she was not accompanied, Qin Muyang didn't mind, and kept leaning against the window and looking at the people on the lawn. The game seemed to be over, and Yang Jinxin was beckoning the children to go to the classroom.

Qin Muyang squinted his eyes, his cold and waveless black pupils couldn't see his thoughts, he lowered his head and pulled out a cigarette and twisted it between his fingers, stopped for half a moment, and went downstairs.

Walking down the corridor, he was saluted from time to time. The bright light of the autumn sun fades away, and the breeze is cool and comfortable.

After walking forward for a while, the immature child's voice babbled and came, getting closer and closer, and I could hear it more clearly, reading "Man Jianghong". Qin Muyang approached the window and saw Yang Jinxin walking in the middle of the classroom, teaching and reading word by word with a solemn expression. Eight or nine-year-olds, holding hand-bound pamphlets, may not understand the meaning of the poems, but they read them very carefully.

After reading the article, Yang Jinxin walked back to the podium, picked up the chalk and wrote down a line of juanxiu words, turned around and picked up the whip and said: "Today, what I want to tell you is this."

After speaking, he turned around and pointed to the words on the blackboard, and read word by word: "Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!"

She smiled lightly and told the story behind the poem to the children seriously. Qin Muyang leaned out of the window, twisting an unlit cigarette in his hand, listening to the clear voice echoing in the classroom, like a pebble that had no intention of breaking into, stirring up ripples in the calm heart lake.

"Four young ......" Liao Yong looked around, only to see him standing outside the classroom, and hurriedly trotted a few steps closer, but Qin Muyang raised his hand to interrupt his words.

Liao Yong was a little surprised, looked at the classroom, and immediately recognized Yang Jinxin as the girl who was shocked on the night of the assassination.

"That...... Wasn't that the girl who picked up the grenade that day? Liao Yong pointed in the direction of Yang Jinxin and looked at Qin Muyang with a surprised expression.

Qin Muyang nodded and said, "Yes, she is Lily's sister."

"What?" Liao Yong felt even more incredible, the day Qin Muyang met Yang Jinxin in Lijing Apartment, he didn't go with him, so he didn't know Yang Jinxin's identity yet.

"A dancer has such a courageous sister, what kind of family is their family?" Liao Yong seemed to be talking to himself.

Qin Muyang's cold eyes couldn't see any other mood, he just looked at Yang Jinxin in the classroom, heard his words, turned his head to look, and his dark pupils flashed slightly.

Liao Yong paused slightly, and immediately stood up straight, "I'll do it right away!" ”

Qin Muyang ignored him and turned his head again, Yang Jinxin also happened to turn his head at this time, and his eyes collided unexpectedly. Qin Muyang just showed a smile, and the next moment he froze at the corner of his mouth, only to see Yang Jinxin naturally turn his head, and start the lecture again, as if he didn't see him from beginning to end.

The two men met their gaze and then staggered.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Jinxin came out of the Holy Infant Church. The autumn sun is still high, it doesn't seem too late, and Yang Jinxin has been worried about his mother at home, and his steps are in a hurry.

After walking a few hundred meters out of the Holy Infant Hall, Liao Yong, who was dressed in an iron-gray military uniform, greeted him from afar, Yang Jinxin of course recognized him, but he didn't want to have anything to do with them, he frowned at the moment, and was about to turn around and walk back.

"Miss Yang, four young people are invited!" Liao Yong saw through her actions and shouted at her.

Yang Jinxin had to stop, waited for him to get closer, nodded politely at him, and said, "I'm not familiar with Si Shao, is there anything wrong?"

Liao Yong just shook his head, and his voice was resolute and could not be refused: "Four young people, please!"

Yang Jinxin bit her lip, pinched the schoolbag belt on her chest tightly with both hands, lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a calm voice: "I still have something to do, I want to rush home, just go, please forgive me!"

As he spoke, he turned around, and Liao Yong strode over and blocked in front of her again, with no expression on his face but as tough as ever.

"Miss Yang, Si Shao and Miss Lily are old acquaintances, it's always okay for you to come over and talk, this is also for Miss Lily's good, isn't it?"

Yang Jinxin took a deep breath and looked up at the tall man in front of him, his eyes were full of undisguised anger, and his voice became cold.

"Are you threatening me? My sister doesn't steal or rob, she is begging for a life in a bright way, just because the four young people are in high power, should we grovel to him? ”

Liao Yong didn't expect her to react so much, and he was stunned for a moment, but another cold voice appeared behind him.

"How can it be so serious, I just want to talk to you, we can be considered acquaintances anyway."

Liao Yong "snapped" and stood upright, but he still stood in the way, motionless.

Yang Jinxin had no choice but to turn around and salute Qin Muyang, who was approaching, "I really have something urgent to go back early, if there is anything that offends the four young people, please forgive me!" ”

"No matter how anxious you are, there is time to talk, Lily has a new song on stage tonight, let's go and cheer her on together!" As he spoke, he took another step closer, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, "Let's go, I'll send you back first!" ”

Yang Jinxin didn't expect him to suddenly stretch out his hand, he was caught, his face froze, the anger in his eyes seemed to overflow, and he struggled to shake his hand.

"I'm not going, you let me go!"

Qin Muyang secretly exerted strength in his hand, but instead pulled her closer, the faint smell of tobacco came to his face, Yang Jinxin staggered, his face flushed suddenly, and the moisture in his beautiful eyes was heavier, unconsciously aggravating the temptation.

"I just said I'll send you back, what's wrong?" Qin Muyang's light tone didn't seem to be inappropriate.

His big iron pincer-like hand tightly clamped her thin white wrist, and he couldn't shake it off, Yang Jin blushed anxiously, ignored him, and used his other hand to pull his fingers.

Qin Muyang looked at her busy appearance, and a slight smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he knew his hand strength too well. However, the next moment an incredible scene appeared, she actually started from his little finger and broke it one by one, feeling effortless, and in the whole process, he actually didn't use his strength at all.

Letting go of his fingers, Yang Jinxin took advantage of Qin Muyang's surprise, shook off his hand, rubbed his wrist and took a big step back, looking down at the bruises left on his wrist, his eyes were red.

Every time they met, she could let herself see her different side, Qin Muyang couldn't help but wonder, how many surprises did she have?

"How did you do that?" Qin Muyang looked at his palm and took another step closer.

"I'm going back!" Yang Jinxin didn't want to entangle with him anymore, so he turned around and ran, but Qin Muyang grabbed the schoolbag belt, he took it lightly, Yang Jinxin screamed, fell into his arms, and a cold and hard manly aura swept over.

"Run for what?" Qin Muyang's slightly cold voice couldn't hear joy or anger.

Yang Jinxin struggled hard, his heart was angry and anxious, and he even cried with his voice.

"There is a difference between men and women, please respect yourself with four young people!"

"Don't cry, you talk to me well, I'll let you go, okay?" Qin Muyang's always cold voice brought an imperceptible gentleness.

"You let me go first!" Yang Jinxin has never been in such close contact with a man, and it is not good to be awkward from the inside out.

Qin Muyang responded, but didn't want him to let go as soon as he let go, Yang Jinxin quickly broke away and ran forward quickly, fortunately Liao Yong stopped her in front. Qin Muyang saw that she was as sensitive and cunning as a fox, angry and funny, and couldn't help but have the idea of teasing her, and the two were entangled endlessly.

Yang Jinxin couldn't escape, his eyes were red, and his tears were rolling for a long time, but he had been stubborn and refused to fall.

Qin Muyang looked at her watery black pupils almost fascinated, and there was stubbornness and unwillingness in the anger, and maybe a little fear.

"Jinxin?" A gentle and clear voice broke the deadlock between the two.

Everyone looked across the street in unison, and the moment they saw the person coming, Yang Jinxin, who was trapped in Qin Muyang's arms and couldn't resist, finally broke the string that he had been holding in his heart.

"Wow!" cried out, and his voice was full of distressing dependence and accusations, and he sobbed and screamed.

"Brother Huo......"