Updated: 2013-11-06

Listening to Liu Yuan's words, Duan Qingming suddenly frowned slightly. For a moment, she seemed to be a little confused about what Liu Yuan's instant change of words meant.

You must know that Du Qingluan, the supernumerary aunt, is neither a native nor a native. That's because Duan Qingming spent a catastrophe with Du Qingluan on Jiuhua Mountain at the beginning, and then he was impressed by the character of both parties, and finally formed a friendship. And Duan Qingming recognized her aunt because of that special friendship.

Because of Ding Rou's relationship, although the two are not relatives, they are better than relatives. However, when did her Duan Qingming's aunt become Liu Yuan's aunt?

Duan Qingming lowered her head and twisted her eyebrows slightly. Looking at her expression, I don't know if she is struggling with Liu Yuan's name for Du Qingluan, or if she is struggling with something else. It's just that because of the entanglement, she completely ignored the hand she was still holding in Liu Yuan's hand in a rough line. Therefore, in the eyes of others, although the posture of the two people is very ambiguous, one is looking down, the other is shy and bowing, the two delicate and beautiful faces, as well as Liu Yuan's eyes, the friendship of each other, all make the passers-by in a hurry have an indescribable subtle sense of harmony. Although Liu Yuan's eyes were all about friendship and obvious joy, Duan Qingming knew that what she was thinking in her heart was not like this at all.

However, although Duan Qingming ignored and thought that it was not, in other eyes, it would definitely not be ignored, and it would become a different kind of alternative scenery.

Actually, not to mention others, just looking at the two of them, Chun Tao who smiled like a fox, and the pair of pale eyes full of disappointment that suddenly appeared in the crowd in the distance. These two people did not ignore Duan Qingming's instantly confused expression, as well as her small hand that was tightly held by Liu Yuan.

It's just that Chun Tao looked at the two people who were clasping their hands, with a smile in their eyes, and seemed to be very happy, but the person who was watching secretly gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to completely separate the hands of the two, and then, let them have no way to merge together.

Duan Qingming didn't know how others felt at all. She frowned, tilted her head sideways, as if she was still outside the fugue, as if she had not yet escaped some strange thought.

However, at this moment, in the crowd, there was a sudden extremely cold, extremely light cold snort. The voice seemed to come from the sky, as if it came from the earth, as if it came from the bottom of the human heart, or somewhere in the depths of this human flow.

Originally, it wasn't so loud or sharp, but it was this voice that made Duan Qingming startled.

Duan Qingming's heart jumped inexplicably. She felt that in the distance, there seemed to be a line of sight that penetrated the layers of people and fell under her Liu Yuan's clasped hands. In that sight, there was indescribable cruelty, loss, melancholy, anger, and jealousy, such a sight that contained strong emotions, such a direct gaze that she could neither avoid nor face, and in just a moment, Duan Qingming's originally calm heart was completely disrupted.

This glance and another hum were just a moment's effort, but Duan Qingming was already sweating on the back of his clothes.

Duan Qingming almost pulled out her hand in a panic, and her body staggered backwards suddenly, almost falling.

Seeing Duan Qingming's originally smiling expression, which instantly turned pale, Liu Yuan was startled, and hurriedly held Duan Qingming's body that almost fell, and asked with concern, "Qingming, what's wrong with you?" ”

Duan Qingming raised his head and saw Liu Yuan's handsome face and eyes full of concern. Her heart was in turmoil, and then, subconsciously, she ducked back and shook her head: "No, I'm fine." ”

At the moment when her gaze was far away, Duan Qingming suddenly saw that in the crowd, there was a lonely figure, with a kind of déjà vu, wearing a black coat, and was gradually moving away in the direction of her back.

Obviously, there is a bustling street market in front of him, and it is clear that there is a crowd in front of him, but Duan Qingming read an indescribable sadness and loneliness deep into the bone marrow from that person's body.

Yes, it's loneliness.

It's always been a dark night for one person, called loneliness.

There was a person who appeared, but the night when he left was lonely.

Duan Qingming saw clearly that that person's body was either lonely or lonely.

A kind of loneliness that is suddenly abandoned after the prosperity ends.

For a moment, Duan Qingming suddenly had an urge to call the other party. However, the man's back seemed to be slow, but it was actually fast, and by the time Duan Qingming opened his mouth, the car was flowing like a dragon on the street, and the person had long since disappeared.

Chun Tao on one side saw that Duan Qingming suddenly became depressed. She looked at Duan Qingming's line of sight with some confusion, but she only saw the chaotic life, all of which were strange people.

Yes, the world is so big, although there are many sentient beings, but among the ten zhang soft red, there are really not many people who can know each other, know each other, and can call them relatives and friends.

Chun Tao retracted her gaze, looked at Duan Qingming, whose face turned pale in an instant, and smiled softly: "Okay, Qingming, let's go." ”

Duan Qingming nodded lightly. Then, with his head down, he followed behind Chun Tao and slowly walked forward as they did.

Liu Yuan followed behind Duan Qingming, and he was a little strange for a while, it seemed that he didn't understand why Duan Qingming, who was still bright-eyed a moment ago, suddenly became so unrelenting.

The three of them walked away slowly, but what they didn't expect was that when the figures of the three disappeared around the corner of the street, a man dressed in a black coat suddenly flashed out of a corner. The man flashed out from the corner of the street, and with a pair of eyes, he stared at the figure of Duan Qingming and the three of them gradually moving away, and his half-hidden face revealed indescribable loss and confusion.

Through the black hood, it can be seen that the man has a smooth face with sharp edges and corners; Faintly flickering behind the hat, a pair of dark and deep eyes, glowing with a bewildered gray sheen; Looking at his thick eyebrows, tall nose, and beautiful lips, all of them are showing off his nobility and elegance, which makes people look at it and give birth to a heartfelt amazement!

However, at this time, the man's body, whether he was noble or elegant, whether he was beautiful or handsome, seemed to be covered with a pale gray atmosphere, and in this cold and hazy weather, there was a loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Seeing that, the figures of Duan Qingming and the others disappeared completely, and that person suddenly took two steps forward, and the cold wind rose, blowing his clothes, and blowing his hood was lifted in an instant, revealing a beautiful face.

Look at that face again, isn't it the Yan Lingyu who has always been so arrogant that he can't see the sky?

Yan Lingyu's eyes were very dark, Yan Lingyu's eyes were very heavy, it seemed that he didn't understand why he had always seen him, either respectfully and aside, or cold and indifferent, but just now, he saw Duan Qingming, who had always been very cold to him, actually smiled at Liu Yuan and said so many words to Liu Yuan, and her hand had been held in Liu Yuan's palm for a long time, and she didn't let go.

It was cold on the street, and almost everyone walked forward with their heads bowed quickly, as if they wanted to quickly return to their warm home.

However, Yan Lingyu had nowhere to go.

The ice and snow on the ground had long since formed a thick, hard layer of ice, which had been crushed by people, and there was a small cracking sound under the feet. The shops on both sides of the street have long been put on the supplies for the New Year, and countless people are choosing, comparing, and returning happily.

Needless to say, in a few days, it will be the annual Spring Festival, which represents the atmosphere of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and it is slowly thickening and thickening. However, in Yan Lingyu's deathly silent heart, there was no feeling of joy at all.

He stood on this lively but hurried street, like duckweed with no support, with no place to go and no place to go. Above his head, there were fine snowflakes, which fell in the wind again and fell on Yan Lingyu's head and body. And his heart was filled with this ice-like utter coldness.