Even if my marker was too the neckline of his shirt and the black pen was rubbing against his neck, he didn't have any expression.

Seeing that I was smiling with bad intentions, he held the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes were facing me, and his sitting posture gradually became lazy and relaxed.

Until that scream came.

A sharp vocal cavity broke the silence of the room.

With a shake of my pen, I turned my head and saw Sister Meiling standing at the bedroom door with an overly frightened look.

She really felt like she had seen a ghost alive.

The fruit bowl in his hand is clattering~ to the ground.

Fortunately, the floor was covered with a thick carpet, so it did not crumble into a mess.

I came to my senses and found myself sitting face to face with Meng Qin acting as a competent drawing pad with his back against the back of his chair.

Hearing the screams, Meng Qin also looked at the door of the room, and his calm eyes immediately crossed with displeasure, as if he had been disturbed, his thin lips opened lightly, "Go out."

As soon as the two words came out, Sister Meiling hurriedly came back to her senses, "Sir, your shirt ...... Are you bleeding from your wounds?"

"Not mine."

Meng Qin said in a light voice, "Go out, please close the door."

Sister Meiling sighed, and looked at me again in a wordless way, in other words, she seemed to see a monster.

But in front of Meng Qin, she didn't dare to show too much emotion, bent over and quickly packed up the fruit plate, and closed the door with palpitations.

The bedroom was quiet again.

The air froze slightly.

My arm was still raised, and the tip of my pen was very close to his shirt.

With a slight eye turn, you can see the bloodstains on his snow-white shirt, which is covered in messy black lines.

Just like a plum blossom with three thousand troubles, the red petals are wrapped with black vines.

His gaze went up slightly, and even his Adam's apple was drawn by me with short black bars.

Involuntary stiffness of the body.

At that moment, I didn't feel ashamed as usual, but ......

Suffering.

I had an indescribable pain.

The defeat is my own choice, why should Meng Qin bear my loss of control?

At that moment, I didn't even seem weighty to say I'm sorry.

Guilt is superimposed on guilt, and some are just my deep disgust with myself.

"Should?"

Meng Qin leaned over slightly, the emotion conveyed was extremely gentle, and his fingertips touched the top of my forehead, as if he was reassuring, "It's okay."

I sat still, clenched the pen in my hand and lowered my head.

"What."

Meng Qin sensed that my reaction was wrong, and approached me, but his palm caught a tear, his hand shook inexplicably, and then he held my face, "Yingying?"

"I'm sorry......"

I trembled, tears kept flowing out, and I felt ashamed, "Meng Qin, I'm sorry, I don't want this, I don't want to be like this at all, please forgive me, I'm sorry......

Saying that, I even had the urge to kneel for him, at home, a few brothers allowed me to make a small work, they regarded it as a pleasure, but I made a big work here in Meng Qin, but it really hurt his body again.

Fortunately, his Buddha Qi will protect him, if I really bite his neck......

I bit his veins deep and shallow, and I was afraid that I would not be able to atone for my sins if I died.

Meng Qin looked straight at me, his thumb wiped the bottom of my eyes, his dark eyes were flushed red for no reason, and his voice was soft as if he was whispering to me, "I know, you haven't done anything great, aren't you just painting?" As long as you're happy, you can draw whatever you want."

"I'm not happy."

I cried, "I'm not happy to do this kind of thing."

Who would want that?

What's the difference with a madman?

As he grew older, Meng Qin's Buddha aura became stronger and stronger.

Just as good and evil are not separated, the two auras say that the game will be the game, and it can't let me grasp the law at all.

"Okay, then let's stop drawing."

Meng Qin whispered, "No matter how uncomfortable you are in the future, I won't care about you."

"No!"

I cried even more, "Meng Qin, you have to take care of my ......."

"Then can you stop crying?"

Meng Qin wiped my tears for me, "If you don't cry, I will promise you anything."

I nodded, but I couldn't stop the tears, I wiped the back of my hand very helplessly, and still couldn't stop, just when I didn't know what to do, Meng Qin turned his head to the side and looked at the side, held the back of my head with one hand, and slowly leaned on his shoulder.

I followed his strength, and my forehead pressed against his shoulder.

The smell of fragrance in the snort, tears flowing, relieving emotions.

The air gradually quieted down, the dark fragrance was thick, and the passing years seemed to stop plucking the strings.

Meng Qin whispered comfort in my ear, and when I heard him say that he didn't need to practice calligraphy today, and that he could buy two ice creams or order two ice creams after eating, I burst into tears and laughed, sat up straight and looked at him, "You didn't lie to me?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Meng Qin took out a tissue and wiped my face again, and said in a gentle tone, "As long as you don't cry, anything can be discussed."

I laughed heartlessly with my red and swollen eyelids, "Then if you leave me alone, I'll cry to you."

Meng Qin laughed lightly, not like me, got up and threw away the tissue, and handed me a glass of water, "Drink more, replenish some water, rest here obediently for a while, if you are bored, you can go to the study to read a book, wait for me to change clothes, we will go out, you have to eat more nutritious food at night, first replenish your body, and then we will go to eat ice cream."

I held my cup and nodded, "Well, I'm going to have two servings of ice cream, I'm going to have to make up for it."

Meng Qin lowered his eyes and looked at me, a laugh came out of his throat, and his fingers brushed over the top of my head, "Our Ying Ying junior classmates will be very well-behaved every time like this."

I drank water and looked at him, "I can take back your shirt and wash it, see if I can ...... it."

"Okay."

Meng Qin bowed, "You are so tired that you don't talk too much, why don't you practice the words a few more times?"

I drank the water and immediately turned sideways, ignoring him.

Meng Qin smiled, but when he walked to the door, he stopped and looked back at me, "Don't you have anything else to ask me?"

"What's the matter...... Oh, yes!"

I put down the empty cup and hissed, "Granny Su drew a picture of an ancient lady today, although the details were not depicted, but the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting are similar to mine, Granny Su said that it was an ancient goddess, and said that I looked very similar to her......

Meng Qin listened with a light smile, "Since it's you, of course it will look like."

"But I'm Sister Qingqing in front of Granny Su."

I said, "Granny Su also calls me Sister Qingqing, and I look completely different from Sister Qingqing, and I ......."

I suddenly realized that this matter was a bit inexplicable, and the most frightening point was that the picture of the lady painted by Granny Su was very similar to what I looked like in my previous life.

Her strokes even outlined the crown worn by the woman.

Granny Su also said that it was a female bodhisattva......

Doesn't that correspond to the identity of the fake bodhisattva in my previous life?

Could it be that Granny Su dreamed of me?

The old man's thinking is confused.

If there is any similarity, is it purely a coincidence?