Duan Qingmei's dark blue cloak hung down on the black tiles, and she propped her hands behind her back, shaking Erlang's legs happily.

"Who's up there?" Liu Hua heard the sound of the tiles sliding and immediately looked up.

Duan Qingmei didn't hide, there was still a smile on his face, and his face with his back to the light looked a little ambiguous.

Liu Hua looked at her for a while, didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Duan Qingmei came down with a light skill and stopped her.

"What's wrong?" Duan Qingmei asked knowingly, but his eyes looked like he didn't know anything.

Liu Hua wanted to push her away, but she couldn't.

"Get out of the way."

"If you don't say it, I won't leave."

"You're willing to stand like this and blow the cold wind, I don't want to accompany you." Yanagi said.

"Did you just want to come out to me?" Duan said lightly and cheekily.

Liu Hua looked at her viciously and said, "You are really self-righteous. Who do you think you are? What am I looking for you to do? Whether you are dead or alive has nothing to do with my willow painting. ”

Duan smiled lightly, his tone softened, with a coaxing meaning, "Okay, it has nothing to do with you." I just asked, and I didn't say directly, why are you so angry. ”

Liu Hua was completely annoyed at this time, "You still ask me why I'm so angry?" What's going on with you? Leaving without saying a word? ”

Duan Qingmei looked at her angrily, just smiling shallowly, and the pair of watery Danfeng eyes seemed to absorb the only remaining glimmer of light between heaven and earth.

She hugged the willow painting, who was still staring, and said on her shoulder, "Can you accompany me?" Let's go out for a walk. ”

Liu Hua quieted down, and she felt the heavy sadness and tiredness in Duan Qingmei's words.

Duan Qingmei gently rubbed his face against Liuhua's hair.

Liu Hua hugged her back, just patted her on the back, and said, "Okay." You let go first. ”

Duan Qingmei refused to let go.

Liu Hua looked at the door of the hotel where the lights and shadows were shaking, and his expression was a little unnatural, "You let go first." I promise you, go and walk around the neighborhood. ”

Duan Qingmei still refused to let go.

Liu Hua stiffly turned Duan Qingmei's face over, but saw a pair of teary eyes.

She was stunned, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. When she grew up, she had never seen such a light eyebrow, she was heartless and lungless on weekdays, and her flirtatious and teasing look was completely gone, leaving only the most innocent She frowned tightly and cried red eyes. Just like that martial arts conference, she stood on the high stands, watching Xiao Duan Qingmei hiding in her uncle's arms and crying breathlessly, aggrieved like a scarred young wolf.

Those are just the protective film that has naturally formed on her body over the years.

"What's wrong?" Liu Hua doesn't think about it so much, others see it, and she doesn't care what she thinks. She hugged Duan Qingmei tightly, just like when she was a child.

The most important thing now is the person who is crying on her shoulder.

Liu Hua grinded with her ears and temples, quietly waiting for her to cry enough, and then listening to her.

"Painting, I know how my mother died......" Duan Qingmei looked at the black in the distance with a vacant gaze, and his voice was very soft.

"Ah Qing, did Meiyulou say something to you?" Liu Hua asked.

"Hmm. Meiyulou said that my mother was killed by a drunken 3,000. Duan Qingmei stated this fact, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"Three thousand drunk? Is this true? Liu Hua's eyes were full of indignation.

"Mei Yulou said she witnessed everything." Duan Qingmei continued to say softly.

Liu Hua frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

"Because she was with Hua Zui Sanqian at the time."