Ye Qingli put all the Purple Cloud Coin boxes in the dark grid into the empty space, and then slowly climbed the wooden ladder up, and when she finally came to her room to revisit, she felt like she was in a different world.

She sat slumped on the carpet, her hands on her sides.

The body was tense like a bow for a long time, but now that the shoulders and back are relaxed, it seems that there is a sense of prostration. The body didn't know when it had scared out of a cold sweat, and at this moment it suddenly felt sticky and sticky to the body, which was a little uncomfortable.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt impatiently.

Not knowing what time it was, she turned her head to look at the newly added water falling clock in the room.

The water droplets fell drop by drop in the time cylinder, and the height of the water now showed that it was the time of day, and looking at this water level, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

At this point in time, it's not too late.

She decided to take a shower first.

She opened the door, the wind was blowing, it was very comfortable, it had just rained a few days ago, so there was still some wet moisture in the air, and the fragrance of the breeze came from the face.

She took a few more sips.

The moonlight was beautiful, and the cold white light illuminated the courtyard semi-transparently. Such a night scene is very beautiful, everything is half-clear and half-ambiguous, half clear, half vague mystery.

Irresistibly beautiful.

She walked towards Xiaoyun's living room, her living room was on the east side of her courtyard, about a hundred meters away, and the bedroom was dark, she was a little strange. She likes to chat with Aunt Lin in the kitchen, but every day when she leaves, the lights are left, why ...... today

She pushed the door, and the half-hidden door creaked open, and she lit the lamp, and the futon was neatly laid.

Empty.

Strange, where did she go.

She decided to look for her.

The most likely place for her to go is the kitchen, and the rest of the place doesn't seem to be very familiar.

The lights in the kitchen were on, and she asked, but no one had seen her.

She was a little surprised, where did this girl go?

She turned around and walked out of the kitchen door suspiciously, looked at the bright moon, but caught a glimpse of a large vat in the distance where the tofu was put in water and exposed a corner of the clothes, the peach-colored corners, she was familiar with this color, and her heart suddenly became a little clear, but on the surface she was still silent.

She smiled, her expression bright, and quietly approached the figure.

Xiaoyun was leaning against the cylinder, her voice was soft, but she still heard it, she was crying.

It's the kind of crying that is very hidden, very slight, that comes out of the throat.

She was all too familiar with the voice.

I couldn't help but touch my throat.

Some people say that when you are in the most pain, you often do not cry bitterly, but silently burst into tears, because the deepest pain is not able to cry a lot, because the voice is in the heart.

It's like she's at this time.

She didn't expect that she would have such a moment when she had always been innocent, but it makes sense to think about it, that is, the Daluo Immortal also has a fragile time, and people are not such a King Kong incorruptible body, how can there be no troubles.

All beings are suffering.

That's probably right.

She approached quietly step by step, and the cold moonlight shone brightly, so Ye Qingli saw her face clearly-

Tears flowed from the tightly closed eyes, quietly flowing down the delicate cheeks, but the cry was negligible.

Her silent tears suddenly touched the most fragile corner of Ye Qingli's heart, and some bitter breath slowly appeared, spreading from her chest to her whole body, she couldn't help but feel distressed, and called softly: "Xiaoyun ......"

The tone was endless and gentle, but Xiaoyun stood up by Jin all of a sudden, hurriedly wiped his eyes, and saw that it was her, so he lowered his head, was a little panicked, and said respectfully in a trembling voice: "Miss, why are you here?" There was still an unwashed pain in his tone.

Ye Qingli glanced at her and pulled her to sit on the bluestone slab where she was sitting just now.

Xiaoyun's body was still trembling, she shook her hand, and said gently: "Xiaoyun, tell Miss quickly, who bullied you, Miss will help you get angry." ”

Xiaoyun's tone was sullen, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Miss, no one bullied me." ”

Ye Qingli looked at the usually well-behaved and delicate little girl, her eyes were already swollen from crying, red and red, but she still looked stubborn, and said: "Don't you say yes, don't you say it, I'll ask them, ask them one by one!"

She made a gesture to get up, but she grabbed her hand, her little hand was very hot, and she didn't have much strength, but she was very persistent and held her and refused to move.

Ye Qingli then turned around and waited quietly for her to speak, and she heard her trembling voice: "...... Today, I heard Aunt Lin...... Tell others that I was sold to the General's Mansion by my father and mother for two Ziyun coins. I've never seen my parents before. She said I was boring and unlikable. But the other children are very sunny ......."

Ye Qingli's body shook, and she looked at the sad expression on the little girl's face uncomfortably. A little speechless, this fifteen-year-old girl who has always been innocent has never mentioned home, in fact, she still cares a lot in her heart.

She thought of the middle-aged aunt who was a little crazy, and comforted: "Aunt Lin is open-mouthed, you don't know, you just have to pierce her ears." ”

Xiaoyun's tone choked, and she sobbed, "...... Miss...... You don't understand how I feel. ”

Ye Qingli opened her mouth, why didn't she understand, she herself and the original body had similar experiences, right? She looked at Xiaoyun and didn't say anything after all.

She heard Xiaoyun's bitter tone: "I have always felt that all the people here seem to be different from me, they all have someone to love and take care of, but I was born without a choice, so I am different from others, so I survived, in fact, I also want to live a very free and easy life like them, but I"

Such a scene is a bit familiar, when she was young, it seems that she once envied some sparkling peers, felt that she was very different from others, and thought of imitating them, and later her mother comforted her.

She still remembers what she said: If you are lucky enough to be different, do not change.

Mom also explained to her the meaning of Chinese.

She looked at Xiaoyun, who buried her head deep in her knees, and couldn't help but feel sour, this is a gesture of self-preservation, she should have lacked a lot of things over the years.

She grabbed her shoulders, and her thin petite body was half-embraced in her arms, and she whispered, "My mother said that if you can be lucky and different from others, please don't change." ”

Xiaoyun's crying voice became a little softer, and he said uncertainly: "...... Madame, did she ever say that? ”

Ye Qingli nodded frankly: "Of course." Just be yourself, and let them go. Actually, in my opinion, you are not dull at all, but many times you will be shy in front of the living, and a little slow to heat. ”

Xiaoyun looked up at her, her tear-soaked eyes were shining, she sniffed and asked, "Really?" ”

Ye Qingli nodded heavily, looked into her eyes, and said, "And, Xiaoyun, in fact, our experience is similar, I also had no parents when I was very early, and I have lived a good life alone until now." ”

Xiaoyun pouted: "That's different, General Ye cares about you very much." ”

Ye Qingli raised his head: "It's not that you don't know, he supports the entire Ye family by himself, you can see how much time I have, and how much time I spend alone." ”

Xiaoyun lowered her head, her black and bright hair hung down directly to her waist, her little face was very delicate, it had not yet grown, and some babies were fat and full, she thought of when she was fifteen years old, a similar age, but her experience came later.

She couldn't help but enter the memory, and her tone became softer: "When I was a child, I liked my mother cooking in the kitchen, and it was the sound of swishing when stir-frying, which gave me the illusion that the home was very lively and lively, and I felt very warm in my heart." She looked at Mingyue and was a little melancholy: "Later, I learned that this is actually a little warmth that I created for myself, even if it is fake, it is very nostalgic." ”

A soft sigh opened in my heart, like a trace of water dripping into a lake under a cliff.

Ripple in circles.

Xiaoyun listened quietly, and suddenly asked, "Miss, what is Mom?" ”

Ye Qingli said: "That's what my mother meant." ”

Xiao Yun sighed, his eyes were red, he sniffed, looked at Ye Qingli, and said suspiciously: "But Miss, when Madam left, you were only three years old......

Ye Qingli's consciousness suddenly withdrew from her memories when she heard this, her eyes blinked, and her mouth opened, Nima, she was too careless, she had forgotten, she had already crossed over, how could she talk about these things...... She laughed dryly: "Hahahaha......" and then quickly turned her head away, not looking at Xiaoyun, for fear that she would see any flaws, and said jokingly: "Eh, I'm more early and wise...... Hahahaha. ”

Ye Qingli didn't want her to pay attention to what she had just said inadvertently, so he said: "Anyway, what I mean is that you are you, you must keep yourself as you are, and don't deliberately change because of someone's words." Remember, the world is big, and I'm the biggest! ”

As he spoke, Ye Qingli raised his fist very excitedly and raised it.

Xiaoyun was amused by her actions, and when a flutter came, Xiaoyun threw himself into her arms, knelt down in her heart, and put his hands tightly around her neck.

Ye Qingli felt a faint jasmine fragrance passing through his nose, green and dark.

Ye Qingli, who had never been treated like this by a girl, was embarrassed for a moment, this push is not, it is not a retreat, his arms are stiff in mid-air, it is very unpleasant.