Lu Qingqing's heart was sour, and she almost shed tears, "I also want to accompany you as soon as possible, and I can accompany you for a few lifetimes." Maybe I didn't find you in my last life, but I'm not here now, am I? ”

  "Hmm." Qiao Yu smiled, laughing at his own incompetence, "It's probably been separated for too long, and I think about it too much, so I will have this kind of dream." Don't be sad, it's better to be late.

  Maybe I'm just waiting for you! If you don't come in this life, I'll keep waiting until you come. In the next life, I will still find you, or wait until you. ”

  Lu Qingqing endured it for a long time, but she still couldn't hold back, crying, "Fool, there are so many people who are better than me......"

  "But none of them are Lu Qingqing, not you, and not what I want, no matter how good they are, it's useless."

  Qiao Yu wiped away her tears for her, and moved gently: "Don't cry, wait for me next time, okay?" ”

  "Not good." Due to crying, her nose was a little blocked, and Lu Qingqing's voice was a little muffled, "I don't like to wait for people, I will definitely try to find you, do you remember, don't marry someone else again, next time you may not meet Su Ruoyun who has a heart." ”

  "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be as protective as you are." Qiao Yu lowered his head, grabbed her lips, and said vaguely: "Now, I will advance the points first, so as not to wait too long and be too uncomfortable in the future." ”

  "Bullying." Lu Qingqing replied and actively cooperated.

  Every word Qiao Yu said seemed to hit the tip of her heart. Sometimes she wonders, did she come here for some reason?

  Because he is here, there is destined to be a fate between them, otherwise why has she never been in love, and he has always been lonely?

  But this is also destined to have no answer, and perhaps by the time the answer is known, they are no longer in this world.

  …………

  The Spring Festival is very lively, it has been busy for a year, it is rare to have leisure, and the family is present, it is a reunion year.

  Everyone pasted Spring Festival couplets together, set off firecrackers, and cooked together. Usually, some people who are reluctant to eat will save it for the New Year.

  There are no children at home, and these are all young Lu Qingqing and Mengxi. After a while, I watched TV for a while, and then I went back to my home.

  There is no Spring Festival party yet, and there is nothing to do when I go home, because the weather is cold, and the heating is also a stove, and the two of them lie down early to rest.

  The lights were on in the room, and the two of them whispered head to head.

  After chatting for a while, Lu Qingqing remembered something, and put her hand under the pillow, "I'll show you something." ”

  "What?" Qiao Yu wondered, and when she reached out again, holding a photo in her hand, he took it and looked at it very attentively.

  This is a photo taken during the summer vacation, a group photo of the two of them, he started school before the photo was washed out, this is the first time I have seen it, "You put it under the pillow?" ”

  "Yes, I want to see photos when I miss you, but I think about it every day, every night, and it's convenient to put it under the pillow."

  Qiao Yu kissed her face fiercely, holding up the photo and looking at it carefully, "Hey, you look so good, you make me a little ugly." ”

  Lu Qingqing snatched it back, "What's ugly, I still point to it to accompany me, you're not ugly at all, I like to see this photo." ”

  Her big eyes flickered, like butterfly wings, disturbing his heart, "Just like to look at pictures?" ”

  Lu Qingqing stuffed the photo back under the pillow and said with a smile: "Isn't the photo you?" What's the use of me looking at photos without you? ”

  Qiao Yu turned around and pulled the lamp rope, and the room was dark, "It's not enough to just look at it, let you feel it." ”

  Lu Qingqing held back a smile, "Hmm...... Is this the last time at the end of the year? ”

  "Don't worry, I'll make it my first ...... next year"