In addition to the aroma of roses he smelled, this was the only one that Jiang Rin remembered.

It is a unique taste of Lan Qing.

The emanation from every inch of her skin last night was especially memorable to him.

The old man squatted on crutches at the door of the house for a while, and slowly and leisurely walked towards home.

Jiang Rin silently hidden, followed her into the house, and looked at it from the door, it was a simple little home, the old man familiarly touched the sofa, sat down gently, and knocked on his stiff knee.

Jiang Rin walked step by step towards the room with the deepest smell, the room belonging to the girl was simple and playful, delicate and small things were displayed everywhere, the purple bead curtain and the light reflected each other, he caught a glimpse of the photo album on the table, the girl smiled brightly, and put it on the young man on the side, comparing the V.

It is a moment of vitality and youth that belongs to young people.

She stood beside the stranger, with the same smile on her face as she usually did him.

It's too glaring.

Jiang Rin's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a click, the photo album was buckled on the table, he pursed his lips and looked around, no wonder there is her breath here, is it where she lives?

"Who is it-" The old man subconsciously stood up nervously when he heard the sound, and heard that the sound suddenly came from Lan Qing's room.

Jiang Rin stood in the room unhurriedly, without the slightest sense of an intruder.

In his current state, the old man should not be able to see him.

"Qingqing?" The old man bent his waist and called tentatively, "Are you back?" Is it in the room? ”

“……”

Unable to get a response, the old man sat back slowly, with a low sigh of disappointment on his face.

Jiang Rin continued to explore the room, it was not attractive to go out and slaughter, for the Thirteen Clans, they only needed a subservient who could convince them to lead them to wreak havoc.

At this moment, he was particularly concerned about Lan Qing's past, there were folded small stars on the table, and the extra strings were made into necklaces, which were placed in the jewelry box, and there were a lot of cosmetics on the table, and large bottles and small cans occupied a large area.

He turned his head and saw a few ragdoll dolls piled up in the corner of the bed, and the neatly folded bedding on the soft sheets was where she had slept.

Jiang Rin's pale pupils are complex, and the deep emotions are filled with unprecedented deep affection.

Lan Qing on the other side unexpectedly learned another thing.

Everywhere she looked, there were brilliant flowers, rose petals floating in the sky, soft petals falling on the top of her head and body, she saw the little boy squatting among the flowers, his short black hair, moving with the swirling wind, his fingers slender and slender, his thin lips lightly opened, like a heavenly song escaping from his lips.

The light and fluttering singing voice is ethereal and graceful, as unreal as being in the clouds.

"Are.you.going.to.Scarborough.Fair? )”

"Parsley, sage, rosemary.and.thyme (coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme)"

"Remember.me.to.one.who.lives.there (Say hello to a girl there on my behalf)"

"She.once.was.a.true.love.of.mine (She used to be my love)"

Lan Qing unconsciously approached him, his feet rustled on the rose bushes, the young man's singing came to an abrupt end, he followed the prestige, his red pupils were like shining gems, his delicate face was suffocatingly beautiful, and his face was full of dazed and pitiful helplessness.

Lan Qing only felt that a sentence was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak for a long time.