On that day, the teacher assigned a weekend assignment and asked all students to bring a photo that they thought was the most warm and beautiful on Monday, and explain why it made you feel warm and beautiful.

This may be nothing to others, but it is a problem for Mo Qingqian, you must know that she is so big, and she really doesn't have a few photos of herself, let alone warm and beautiful? On the way home from school, she kept thinking about it, but she couldn't think of it.

And Mo Qingran showed her the photo she chose, which was a photo of going to the aquarium with her father, mother, and brother. In the photo, she was riding on her father's neck, and Mo Qingyi was held in her mother's arms, and everyone smiled sweetly, even the dolphin behind her smiled very happily.

It is indeed a very warm and beautiful photo. Seeing that the day was about to pass, she still didn't have any thoughts at all, and she was thinking about going out for a walk, maybe she would have a flash of inspiration.

I met him.

He stood with his head tilted up under the dim street lamp, his whole being surrounded by the warm light. At that moment, she suddenly felt as if he was leaving, like Chang'e running to the moon, and would never come back, so she ran behind him and hugged him.

He was startled and asked her what was wrong.

As a result, she replied stupidly: "Don't learn from Chang'e, Chang'e can't come back if she flies away." ”

Now that I think about it, it was the stupidest moment of her life.

"What's wrong? Xiao Qingqing is also in a bad mood? ”

She was struggling with the question of whether he would fly away, and didn't pay attention to the "also" in his mouth. When he repeatedly confirmed that he would not fly away, she told him about the photo.

He thought for a moment and asked softly, "What does Xiao Qingqing think makes you feel the happiest?" ”

She didn't understand what he meant, but for her, the happiest thing in the world was probably to have a warm home.

He said that he understood, and that it would be good for her to leave the matter to him. When leaving, he said to her: "In the future, I will take pictures of Xiao Qingqing, and take many, many photos." ”

Only one was left in a daze, staring blankly at his back.

The next morning, Qingran pulled her to the backyard, and she found that Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, and Qingyi were all there, and he was there.

It was mid-April, when the locust flowers were in bloom, and he was wearing a vintage plaid woolen coat, a newsboy hat on his head, and gold-rimmed glasses on his face. It looks like Sven Wen, and it is really like two people who are flamboyant and domineering in the past.

He saw her, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards her with leisurely steps, "Xiao Qingqing, how is it?" He turned around, posed, and asked expectantly: "Do you have the feeling of a literary youth?" ”

She nodded and asked him, "What is this for?" ”

"Of course, it's to take pictures of Xiao Qingqing." He pointed to the camera hanging from his chest.

"You also take pictures?"

"Of course!" He tilted his head slightly and looked very proud, and then knocked her head super hard, "Xiao Qingqing doesn't know anything." ”

She pouted aggrievedly, she didn't know anything, because he didn't tell her anything.

"Okay, Xiao Qingqing, hurry up, I'll wait for you."

She stood there in a daze, her eyes not looking at the camera, but the boy with the camera. He was bowing his head, his broken bangs covering his eyebrows, the sun shining on his face, casting the shadow of his fan-like eyelashes, and the dust around him shimmered.

It's really uncommon for him to be so meticulous and serious, no, he was obsessed with it accidentally. Inadvertently raised his head, happened to fall into his lake-blue eyes, looked down in a panic, but saw the smile on the corner of his mouth, and never walked out again.

When a man bowed his head and was silly, he heard him say, "Look up and smile." ”

The moment I looked up, the shutter was pressed, and the time froze.

When he put the photo in her hand and said, "No, give Xiao Qingqing's home", she was still in a trance. She didn't know what she was surprised about, was his photography skill so good at a young age? Or was he able to convince everyone in the family to take pictures? Or is it the sentence "home for Xiao Qingqing", or the acacia flower that fell on his hat, which is too white and flawless?

A loud "boom" woke Mo Qingqian from her sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that it was pitch black. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony are not closed, and the curtains are blown around by the wind, which makes people tremble. Outside the window, the dark clouds pressed the sky very low, extremely low, as if it was about to envelop this world, and from time to time there was a huge lightning accompanied by thunder in the distance, like a huge sword, delusionally trying to split the entire sky.

This kind of weather always reminds her of the ...... that made her desperate Sunlight.

She couldn't remember exactly what happened that day, and she didn't want to struggle whether she didn't want to remember or really forget, because it didn't make any sense.

The only thing she remembered clearly was the cold gun that had been pressed against her forehead, causing her blood to freeze; It was the unknown drug that was injected into her body and terrified her; It was his back who greeted the newborn morning sun and hugged her away; It was a heart-rending pain in the calf......

The sun that day was extremely dazzling, shining on her body, and her whole body was warm and indescribably comfortable.

But as soon as the picture turned, it was back to that day, the day when the wind and rain were combined, and the lightning and thunder roared. In the dilapidated and dark warehouse, she saw her lying on the ground in disarray, covered in blood, struggling to breathe, every breath of air mixed with a strong smell of blood, and swallowing not saliva but blood foam.

And a girl who was tightly guarded in her arms, except for her clothes being a little dirty, there was no damage at all, and she didn't know how many times better than her.

At this moment, a man with a flower arm came over and pulled her hand vigorously, trying to snatch the girl from her arms, but no matter how hard he tried, she would not let go. Another beating, until she coughed up a mouthful of blood, lost a few points of strength in her hand, and the girl was taken away. Frightened and panicked, she struggled and shouted: "Sister save me!" ”

Blood suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"No...... Don't, don't! ”

Mo Qingqian fell into a nightmare again, his hands waving in the air with teeth and claws, and his mouth was full of painful "don't" and "sorry" that time could not melt, which made people feel distressed.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." In a trance, it seemed that a warm hand touched her hair and ears, and read a sentence that she was very familiar with: "Touch the hair, you can't be scared, touch the ears, be afraid for a while." ”

It's a familiar voice in my memory, and it's extremely reassuring.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I've always been there." There was an indescribable tenderness in his voice, and there was a hint of anxiety and worry.

Suddenly came back to his senses, the room was still dark, and the wind and rain were still outside the window, but there was a warm embrace in front of him, surrounded by a faint mint fragrance.

"Doctor?" Mo Qingqian called out uncertainly.

"I'm here." Gentle as the wind.

Just two words made her completely collapse, and tears wet Yun Peichen's clothes.

"You...... Come and save me again. She could barely cry.

"No, I'm here to save myself." Yun Peichen patted her back lightly and said softly. The sound was drowned out by the thunder outside the window, and Mo Qingqian didn't hear it clearly.

The lights are on.

Mo Qingqian let go of his embrace, a little embarrassed, but Yun Peichen naturally reached out and wiped the tears from her face, as if she had done it many times.

Mo Qing was stunned and looked at him blankly: "Doctor, did I tell you that you are very similar to a friend of mine when I was a child?" ”

"No," Yun Peichen's lips lifted slightly, with a gentle smile, "What, am I very similar to him?" ”

Mo Qing lowered his head and laughed when he remembered the little fat man: "He is not as good-looking as you, he is just a little fat man, white and chubby, like a glutinous rice dumpling." But he wasn't always like that, the dean's grandmother said, because he was sick. ”

"He ......"

You're asking where he is now, right? Mo Qingqian didn't wait for Yun Peichen to finish speaking, "Who knows?" The end of the world or the cape is not beside me anyway...... He lied to me. ”

She said these three words suddenly, but as soon as she said that, she realized a problem. She didn't say anything about her before, even if it was about to leave at night, but she and Yun Peichen were just ordinary neighbors, but she told him, and there was no psychological burden at all, a very strange thing.

"What if he has no choice?" What's even more strange is that Yun Peichen didn't ask about the cause and effect, but subconsciously defended him.

This sentence completely ignited, and Mo Qingqian's anger that had been accumulated in her heart for so many years, her hand dragged the corner of the quilt, and said indignantly: "It's all an excuse!" If you can't keep your promise, why do you want to make it so easily? If it is realized, he is very great, and if it cannot be realized, he can use the excuse of last resort and involuntary to excuse himself, and no one will blame him anyway. But what about the people who have been waiting for him for the promise he made at will? And what reason could she be less disappointed and sad? ”

She was indignant. But then I finally understood that there was a hypothesis in the promise, and I couldn't blame anyone.

A touch of sadness crossed Yun Peichen's eyes, which was fleeting, and then changed to a gentle and clear look.

"Okay, don't think about it so much, you haven't eaten at such a late hour, or I'll make you something to eat." Before Mo Qingqian could answer, he had already stood up and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator but only a few apples.

Mo Qingqian had no choice but to explain: "That...... In general, I'm the only one in the family, I, I usually order takeout. ”

In fact, because her condition is getting worse and worse, even with insomnia, the sleeping pills have long been eaten, but she doesn't want to go to the hospital, she lies on the sofa every day, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, as if she has been taken by someone, her eyes are empty and slim.

She always felt as if she was dead, like a withered and rotten lily, like a rose drowned in the deep sea.

Yun Peichen lowered his eyes gloomily, his eyes were sour, and he had the urge to cry, but he suppressed it. He sighed and said to Mo Qingqian seriously: "It's not healthy to eat takeout every day, so let's do it, if you don't dislike it, you can come to my house, and the two of you will have a lively meal, how about it?" ”

Facing Yun Peichen's expectant eyes, Mo Qingqian couldn't say anything to refuse, and he felt really familiar to her.

"Well, the doctor must not dislike me."

Hearing this, Yun Peichen's face was filled with a happy smile, and his two eyes were bent into a crescent shape, which was different from his usual calm and composed, but like an innocent and cute child, really, a bit like him.