In the dark night, rickshaws ran rapidly on the road. Walking to the pothole, the body shook slightly, and then galloped again. The bells on the car "jingling" are crisp, like a cheerful song in the dark night.

As the rickshaw approached the city, the light of the street lights became brighter. Qing shallow wiped the tears on his face, took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the tears on the porcelain bowl.

At Qinglan Bridge near Qingpu Road, Qingqian got off the rickshaw.

At this hour, there are not many pedestrians on the bridge, and occasionally three or two passers-by who return late are all in a hurry. Qingqian carried a large porcelain bowl in his arms, slowly walking on the bridge, the corner of the long skirt was gently blown by the wind, and the black river under the bridge was gurgling.

Qing Qian rubbed the porcelain bowl in his hand, and gradually walked to the middle of the bridge. The hard and cold railing was cold to the bone, and the cold wind blew on the face, stinging slightly. After tonight, she will be alone, alone to face the unknown distractions. Don't be suspicious of him, and don't drag him down.

Suddenly, the sound of a speeding car came, and when he turned around, the familiar car had stopped at the bridge. The car was still roaring, and a figure quickly got out of the car and rushed towards Qingqian.

Before Qing Qian could be recognized, he was already hugged by a warm embrace, and He Shiyi's voice came in a low voice; "How did you go so fast?"

Qingqian was embraced by He Wetsuit, and the warmth between his nose was familiar. After a while, another person got out of the co-pilot of the car, and he looked at it calmly, wasn't it the rickshaw master who had just carried him? The rickshaw master got out of the car and looked at them nervously.

"...... you?" After a long time, He Shiyi let go of his embrace and hugged Qingqian, and Qingqian looked at He Shiyi hesitantly.

"It's okay, I'll take you home."

"Sir, this young lady is fine, can the villain go?" The rickshaw trembled to He Shiyi's side, asking in a low voice, full of horror.

He Shiyi ignored the rickshaw, just looked at Qingqian silently.

"I'm scared of you, go back first!" Looking at the rickshaw, he was middle-aged, and his face was full of weather. I couldn't bear it, so I hurriedly took out a few pieces of ocean from my handbag and handed them to the rickshaw.

"The villain can't want it, he can't ask for it." The rickshaw stopped again and again, and ran towards the night in a panic.

"What did you just do to make the master so scared." Qingqian sighed, what did he do, such a thoughtful and polite person, to scare the master so scared.

"Nope." In the shadows, He wet clothes pursed thin lips.

On the bridge, the wind whistled like a baby's whimper.

"I'll send you home." After a long time, He Shiyi's voice came again.

"Let's not meet again." I don't know if it's too windy, and my voice is a little astringent when I listen to it.

"I'll send you home." He Shiyi didn't seem to hear what Qing Qian was saying at all, and stiffly blocked in front of Qing Qian.

On the wide bridge deck, the street lights are still bright, and the wind is still whining. Qingqian was shrouded in the shadow created by He Shiyi, his head was lowered, and his hand holding the porcelain bowl tightened and tightened.

"Yes, I don't believe you." Qingqian raised his head, his clear eyes looked at He Shiyi fixedly, and without waiting for He Shiyi to speak, he said again; "My father is in prison, his life and death are uncertain, and I can't be with a person in the military department."

"Well, I'll take you home first." He Shiyi's back was stiff, but he was still in front of Qing Qian, and the corners of his mouth were still hooked into a faint smile.

"Thank you." Qingqian's heart was sad, knowing that this was He Shiyi's last insistence, and he couldn't get rid of it, so he had to move to the car with He Shiyi.

The sky was slightly bright, Xiaoxi fetched hot water to the shallow courtyard, and just approached the courtyard gate. I saw that my young lady was only wearing a single dress, standing under the pomegranate tree in the yard, her head was slightly upturned with her long hair and waist, and her back was weak, so Xiaoxi couldn't help but have a sour nose.

Last night, Miss and Major He came back together, and Xiaoxi felt that something was not quite right between the two. Miss probably hasn't slept all night! The lights in the room were on for one night.

After serving Qingqian's freshening, Xiaoxi pretended to be happy and said to Qingqian; "Miss, Major He is here, he asked me to wait for you to freshen up slowly before telling you, I am waiting in the front hall at this time!"

Qingqian was holding a comb in his hand, but when he heard Xiaoxi's words, he "snapped" the wooden comb and fell on the dresser.

I didn't sleep all night, and in the mirror, my shallow eyes were slightly red and swollen.

"You go and tell him that I'm not feeling well today and I'm not in sight."

"Miss, did you have any trouble with Major He? If we meet, maybe it's fine. After all, he is young, and he has always been close to Qingqian, Xiaoxi persuaded Qingqian with a smile on his face.

"Don't go yet." The shallow voice suddenly raised, slightly with a bit of fierceness.

"Yes." Xiaoxi had seen Qing Qian talking to her in such a voice, and hurriedly took the basin out of the water.

Qing Qian sat in front of the dresser for a long time, and the porcelain bowl he brought back last night was still on the table. A lonely bowl, green and heavy, powdery. The door "creaked" and was pushed open, and Kiyoshi thought that Konishi had returned; "Konishi, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"Konishi went to get ready early." A familiar male voice sounded, and he turned his head sharply, and He Shiyi stood by the door, looking at her with a smile.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" He Shiyi saw Qingqian's face, frowned slightly, and walked quickly to Qingqian.

"You ......" The familiar face was close at hand, and Qing Qian was speechless, and suddenly turned his face away.

"I don't agree, you said, 'I don't want to be with you.'" In the mirror, He Shiyi's face still had a faint smile, as if he was saying something very ordinary. In front of the mirror, Qingxiao's eyes were already miserable. A faint tone, a familiar atmosphere, and a real sense of presence are tied behind him...... All this is forced to be shallow, and I dare not look back. Even the face in the mirror is slightly lowered, like a weak orchid after the rain.

"I can't help but disagree, I've made up my mind." Qing Qian raised his head suddenly, turned around and stared at He Shiyi. Such a resolute expression, to He Wet, is also to himself.

"Qingqian, let me ask you, what is our relationship?" He Shiyi put his hands on Qingshi's shoulders, as light as weak.

"Fiancés and friends who have not yet been engaged." The shallow eyes are cool, and the word 'never' is bitten very hard.

"Fiancés? You haven't forgotten that I'm your fiancé. I gave you one night and I gave myself one night. If you are willing to give up going abroad for me to stay, why don't you allow me to take the risk of being implicated by your Yan family? After that, he grabbed Qingqian's right shoulder and pulled Yan Qingqian into his arms. Clasped her jaw, and without warning, the kiss landed on her pale lips.

He Shiyi's kiss is strong and eager, unrelenting, as if a person in despair is entangled with death regardless of it. It's not at all like his usual style. Qing Qian was stunned by this sudden move, and the struggle was in vain, and He wet his clothes were so tightly buttoned.