Yang Qingfeng, who was furious, opened his eyes violently, and was about to shout angrily at that person, and slammed into that face, Yang Qingfeng's entire body, as if he was frozen, couldn't move.

Her lips kept shaking, but it took the longest time to shout two words: "Thirteen!" ”

A tear of joy slipped from Yue Thirteen's eyes, he suppressed his excited heart, couldn't control it anymore, hugged Yang Qingfeng in his arms, and cried happily: "Qingyang, I finally found you, woo......"

Yang Qingfeng, who was overjoyed, was stunned by this call, and she patted Yue Thirteen's back: "I'm not ...... lightly"

"No, you're my fiancée." Yue 13 tightened his arms and cried, "It's me who is not good, I didn't protect you well, I swear, in the future, I will never leave you an inch, and I will not let anyone hurt you again." ”

The vow is beautiful, and it is a beautiful promise that every girl wants.

It's just that if the name is not wrong, Yang Qingfeng will be happier, Lu Ming thinks so.

"The wind is blowing!" Yang Qingfeng looked at Xiao Xian, a bitter smile flashed in his eyes, "It turns out that there is really a girl named Qingyang...... Or your fiancée? ”

Yue 13 didn't know her pain, and was still in the joy of seeing each other: "You are Qingyang, you are my fiancée." ”

Yang Qingfeng's heart still had a little fantasy: "Thirteen! ”

"Hmm!" This word, which should come out of the throat, is very sexy and handsome.

"You're holding me, just because, I'm your light?" Yang Qingfeng asked softly.

Yue 13 did not doubt him, nodded again and again, hugged her tightly, and was overjoyed: "Of course, you are my lightness, I like you, I love you, I only want you." ”

Yang Qingfeng's heart slowly sank to the bottom: "But, my name is Yang Qingfeng!" ”

Yue 13 was stunned, his body stiffened, and then slowly trembled: "Yang Qingfeng!" No, you're kidding me, aren't you? Qingyang, you are my Qingyang, do you hate me for not coming to you...... I've come to you, I've been looking for you, even if it's the eighteen layers of hell, I've been looking for you. It's just that I haven't been able to find you. ”

The more affectionate she said this, the more uncomfortable Yang Qingfeng's heart became, she pushed away Yue Thirteen, wiped away her tears, and looked at him with a smile: "It's not easy for you." ”

Yue 13 saw her smile, and she also giggled.

"I like a boy who doesn't even know his real name, and then he's gone, and I'm hurt, sad, and every day like a walking corpse, thinking about him, falling in love with him, holding his things, so as not to get a little comfort."

Lu Ming on the side, covering his lips and crying, buried in Xiao Xian's arms, couldn't bear to look at this scene.

Yang Qingfeng, who was in tears, continued to smile and said: "I know that the bone erosion is bitter. You love your lightness, looking for her, you must have suffered a lot, right? ”

Thinking about the past thousand years, his pursuit, his waiting, his lovesickness, his tears rolled down: "As long as I can find you, I am not bitter at all." ”

Yang Qingfeng's eyes, slightly lowered, fell on the hand wrapped by the thirteenth month, silently wept, but raised his head, shook off the tears, and smiled like flowers: "But, what to do?" I'm not as frivolous as you say, the person you're looking for isn't me, and the boy I'm looking for, you're not him. ”

Yue Thirteen's eyes widened in horror, holding her hand stiffly, her face was pale, and her lips turned white in an instant: "How could it be?" You are, you are her. ”

"How do you prove it?" Yang Qingfeng asked with a smile.

It's not your own, it's not your own, no matter how humble you are, the man in front of you, who is infatuated with the breeze, is not her takeaway, handsome as the demon Yue 13.

Yue 13 looked at her in astonishment and muttered, "You look exactly the same as her, and the breath on your body is exactly the same as her." How else can this be proven? ”

Yang Qingfeng wiped away his tears with a smile: "Look, this is the proof you are talking about?" Everyone is made up of two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears. If you move a little, it's one person, if you move a little less, isn't it the same person? Among the 1.4 billion people, it is not only me and her, but thousands of people who are similar. ”

Yue Thirteen had been trembling, and after Yang Qingfeng finished speaking, he burst into tears and stretched out his hand towards Yang Qingfeng: "Qingyang, don't be like this, I know you hate me, I know I'm late, and I can't forgive myself...... I just beg you, you forgive me once, okay, that kind of thing, it will never happen a second time, even if my soul is gone, it won't let you have a little thing, okay? ”

"Qingyang, forgive me." The thirteenth month begged bitterly.

Looking at the boy he liked, in front of him, shouting the name of another girl, Yang Qingfeng, who was supported by pride and self-esteem, finally broke out and roared: "I'm not blowing lightly, don't you understand people's words?" ”

Yue Thirteen was roared and stunned in place, stupid, like a silly rabbit, like this, like Yue Thirteen who delivered takeaways, he was very similar, cute and cute.

Looking at such a thirteenth month, Yang Qingfeng's tears flowed down, and he smiled while wiping his tears: "I said, I don't call the wind light, my name is Yang Qingfeng!" ”

The thirteenth month of the month, who came to his senses, was like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the scolding of the adults: "Okay, then I'll call you Qingfeng, Qingfeng, Qingfeng...... You forgive me......"

"Hahaha......"

Yang Qingfeng laughed angrily, and looked at Yue Thirteen sadly: "I said that my name is Yang Qingfeng, you call me Qingfeng, don't you shout lightly?" Don't you want her? If you didn't return one just now, how would you live without her? How can I abandon her and join my arms in the blink of an eye? ”

Yue Thirteen's tears fell desperately: "Because, you are her, she is you...... You are her descendant, she is my past life. Yes, yes, that's it, you and her are the same person, in the past and this life, so, is it okay? ”

Yang Qingfeng felt a little touched in his heart: "If I weren't a descendant with a light wind, would you like me?" ”

Yue 13 blurted out: "If you weren't for her descendant, I wouldn't like you." ”

Xiao Xian slapped his head suddenly, it's over, this road to chasing his wife, I'm afraid I will have to go through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Yang Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "I think so too." She pushed away Yue Thirteen and stretched out her hand towards Lu Ming, "Lu Ming, I'm tired, you help me go back to the room to rest." ”

Yue 13 immediately stretched out his hands, but Yang Qingfeng walked straight away as if he hadn't seen it, holding Lu Ming's hand, and slowly went upstairs.

Her back, as if bent by the mountain, could not stand upright.

Every step of the foot is like being filled with lead, and it is weak.

Step by step, she lifted each step with difficulty, walked into her bedroom, and when the door closed, the blood she endured was violently spit out.