Liu Qingqing fell asleep on the beauty couch.

With his back to Ma Yiming, the undulating curves are very seductive, especially the small waist, which is softly concave, and it feels good to the touch.

The various thoughts in Ma Yiming's heart at this time were in a state of quantum superposition.

wants to seduce her, wants to reject her, and even wants to trick her again, all at the same time.

As for asking her out, how is that possible?

He had just carried her in by himself, and he couldn't afford to lose face!

Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people, alas------

Ma Yiming turned off the lights, but he had slept enough during the day, and he didn't get up until noon, and he didn't want to sleep at all.

The eyes are accustomed to the dark, as if she can see her slender figure in the dark, very beautiful, but lonely and compelling.

Although Ma Yiming often feels that Liu Qingqing's temper is not good enough, her behavior and temperament are too special, too mysterious, and too attractive to him.

I know that I shouldn't look at it more, but I can't help but want to take a second look.

It didn't feel like a woman in the world, but like a heavenly pool, filled with azure liquid.

Maybe it's tears, maybe not.

He always felt that he could smell the ocean in her.

Since it was the ocean, and since it was night, some faint moonlight could be seen on her.

He couldn't help himself, and finally couldn't help but say: "Qingqing, I can't sleep, you get up, let's talk, okay?" ”

No answer was heard, only the sound of her quiet and steady breathing.

"Damn, won't you, you can sleep like this?" He said in his heart! Feeling more lonely, he raised it to a decibel level and shouted, "Qingqing! Liu Qingqing! ”

"It's dawn, it's time to get up!"

"The aliens are coming!"

"Hey, Liu Qingqing, I'm taking the exam today!"

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Ma Yiming was boring enough, and he arranged more than a dozen or twenty different lies, which was not much different from the little boy who shouted "The wolf is coming".

In the end, Ma Yiming said, "Hey, your brother is wetting the bed!" ”

Finally, Liu Qingqing raised her head and sat up from the sofa.

Ma Yiming laughed.

Liu Qingqing realized that she had been deceived, and fell asleep again, "How old are you?" If you want to play, let Long Qingbao play with you, okay? ”

Ma Yiming said: "You are a dead man, you can sleep like this." ”

Liu Qingqing muttered, "Why can't you sleep?" This sofa is much more comfortable than the bed in the hospital duty room. ”

Ma Yiming said: "Don't you think this room is like a black coffin? ”

"Coffin?" Liu Qingqing really didn't expect Ma Yiming to say this.

Ma Yiming said: "Yes, the decoration of this room is either gray or black, don't you feel depressed?" ”

Liu Qingqing was sleepy: "Please, the lights are out, it's not exactly the same." ”

Ma Yiming was taken aback, and then felt funny again, "Hey, you didn't use this sentence here, did you?" ”

I only heard Liu Qingqing say: "I know what you want to say------ but you also have to know that being alive is only a short moment, and death is the norm. ”

"Ahh Ma Yiming was shocked by Liu Qingqing's thoughts, "Have you been in the hospital for too long and are you depressed?" We are now the best years of our lives, the most youthful and the most energetic. ”

"yes, so please don't play." Liu Qingqing said.

Ma Yiming retorted: "Your point of view is very strange, since life is short, shouldn't you just enjoy life and live a good moment, what's wrong." I'm going to give myself a vacation now, bask in the sun, blow the breeze, and really feel what life is. ”

Liu Qingqing said: "Oh, I thought you would say that life is too short to work hard." ”

Ma Yiming stopped talking.

Life is too short to do what to do with it, which is an unsolvable question.

Everyone has their own understanding, and everyone's understanding is, of course, the best correct answer.

Ma Yiming couldn't sleep, he wanted to play the guitar, but he knew that playing in the room would make Liu Qingqing noisy, so he hugged the guitar outside the balcony.

The wind was so strong that it blew away the heat of the day.

Strange, it seems to blow away the stars in the sky.

The moon appears and disappears in the gray and black clouds.

Between heaven and earth, he is alone.

His fingers plucked the strings.

Sing a song of your own.

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It walked through empty cities,

It has no soul,

It's a gust of wind,

I want to hear my lover's vows,

No one passed by,

The night was a bit cold.

Shake off the autumn of a tree,

The spring dream has no trace,

It's a gust of wind,

I want to see my own shadow,

It stands under the street lamp,

Wait until the third watch.

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Ma Yiming played softly and sang softly.

A song like this is enough to sing it to yourself.

The wind blew around him, blowing the hem of his wide garment.

Maybe he's already formed a confidant.

The rustling of leaves in the distance echoed his chanting.

After a while, he seemed to hear some soft noises behind him, he turned his head and was surprised to see Liu Qingqing, seeing her standing in the faint light, with a slight moonlight on her face.

"Why did you come out, didn't you sleep?" Ma Yiming asked.

Liu Qingqing said: "This song is so good, why have I never heard it?" ”

"Does it sound good?"

"Yes." Liu Qingqing nodded slightly.

In Ma Yiming's memory, this should be the first time Liu Qingqing identified with him.

Liu Qingqing said: "Are you singing about the wind or people? ”

Ma Yiming was not used to revealing his thoughts in front of others, so he covered it up: "It's not because of you, what do you say about life and death in the middle of the night!" ”

Liu Qingqing was surprised: "Could it be that you just wrote this?" ”

Ma Yiming snorted: "That's not true. It's just that I've never played it to anyone else. ”

Liu Qingqing sat down on the chair next to her, "Play it again, okay?" ”

"You want to hear it?" Ma Yiming smiled, he came back to reality, "Okay, I'll give you a whole cheerful song." ”

So he loosened his fingers, plucked the strings, and sang:

My Baby Baby,

To give you a little sweetness,

Let you sleep well tonight,

My little ghost little ghost

Pinch your little face,

Let you like the world,

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Zhang Hang's big lullaby------

Liu Qingqing has already woken up, where can she still sleep.

Ma Yiming was trapped singing by himself.

"It's so windy here, let's go inside, okay?" Ma Yiming said.

"Yes." Liu Qingqing agreed.

The two of them walked back to the room together.

I don't know why, after listening to Ma Yiming's song, Liu Qingqing suddenly became very supple.

Ma Yiming sat on the bed again and played a lullaby from another country, and another song, all of which were lullabys, different lullabies.

Finally, sleepiness hit, and I couldn't resist it.

Ma Yiming threw the guitar to Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing plucked "Ding Dong Ding Dong" a few times, and felt that the music sounded soft and beautiful, but it was a pity that she couldn't play, so it was fine.

She put down her guitar, and when she looked again, Ma Yiming was already crooked to the side, asleep.

She flattened the pillow for him, but he didn't respond, sleeping like a child.

Suddenly remembering something, she opened the door and crept downstairs.