Ye Qingli's heart was turbulent, Tang Yuan was right, perhaps, their own differences are destined to be treated in different ways, people like them who seem to be "in the spotlight" will definitely receive more attention, and naturally there will be a lot of topics.

Even if the topic is deliberately created, the illusion will not stop people from wanting to pay attention.

She sighed as if she had stopped, glanced at the square tabloid on the wooden table, and said hatefully: "Forget it, I don't care, go your own way, let them go!" ”

She stepped out of the door, but immediately retreated, leaving a sentence: "Help me talk to Xiao Ling, and then I will move to the library!" ”

She left Tang Yuan with a back, and Tang Yuan's voice sounded like jumping feet: "Then don't you tell me?" ”

Ye Qingli: "Didn't I tell you, didn't you hear it?" ”

Tang Yuan: "...... Uh, okay. You seem to have told me. ”

Ye Qingli was speechless, and walked back quickly.

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Lazy afternoons, dusk sunshine, full of the smell of old times.

Qi Yin was lying on a rattan chair, and his clothes were listening to the melodious birdsong under the tree, and the fluttering Luoying quietly fell, adorned with his dark clothes.

His slender fingers twisted a petal that fell to his face, and his eyes were open, and his ice-blue eyes like the ocean looked at one of his light red petals in his hand calmly, and then quietly let go, so the petals that had lost their support drifted away with the gentle wind.

He sat up sideways, his hands propped up on a wicker chair, and looked at the glistening pond in front of the flower trees, where there was often a man painting in the pavilion not far away.

Drawing every day, painting every day, day after day, year after year, never stopping.

Now, the green jade table was empty, and there was no shadow of anyone.

He frowned slightly, how could this girl go back so early today, in the past, she would not slowly pack her things and go home until sunset.

The corners of his lips curled, he stood up, and walked lightly inside.

In the wooden pavilion, there was a quiet silence that seemed to have no trace of life, he was used to it, and his sister Riraku did not like noisy places, so he withdrew everyone from the place where she lived.

Inside, the thick aroma is heavy and floating, ethereal, he looked at it, it was really a soothing incense that burned up.

Qi Yin felt interesting the moment he entered the door, didn't this girl say that she was not interested in spices?

Therefore, she never smokes incense here.

He lifted the curtain and saw her.

In the orange light and shadow, she lowered her head slightly, her expression was even more pale due to the bright sunshine, and her eyebrows melted in the light, like a porcelain doll, but there was a lack of vitality between her eyebrows.

She paints in the house.

He walked over, sat down beside her, and said, "Isn't it not incense?" Why are you interested today? ”

She dipped the paint on the board, and the movements in her hands did not pause: "...... You look too tired. ”

Qi Yin touched his face and sat down in a trance: "Do I still feel tired?" ”

Liluo lifted the corners of the coral-colored skirt, so as not to stain the skirt with paint, which is difficult to clean, she said: "The body is not tired, the heart will be tired, so, what troubles have you encountered?" ”

Qi Yin looked at his sister who was immersed in the warm light, there was a gentle light on his long eyelashes, he squinted, closed the curtain, lit the lamp, and then sat on the edge of Liluo, and said melancholy: "It's really a little annoying." ”

He turned his head to look at her brows, which looked as if they had been stagnant for a century, and his gaze was gentle.