On the way back to Nanyu, he encountered a car accident and traffic jam, and the driver turned around from another side road.

It was past 10 o'clock in the evening when I went around to the hospital.

As soon as I got out of the car, I went straight to the inpatient department.

At the nurses' station, he panicked and asked the nurse on duty about Yan Qing's hospitalization.

The nurse shook her head and said no.

Her eyes were confused, and her whole person trembled slightly, planning to look for them one by one.

"Yishu."

The familiar voice came from behind her, and she immediately turned her head to look back.

The hallway is dimly lit.

The man who was worried along the way was standing not far away.

She almost rushed over, threw herself into Yan Qing's arms, and grabbed his clothes tightly with both hands.

Tear-soaked shirt.

Yan Qing hugged the trembling her in her arms.

In the quiet hallway, her low sobs were in her ears.

On the way back to Anyuan, Yi Shu sat on the side of the co-pilot, and his eyes didn't want to leave Yan Qing for a moment.

Yan Qing's face was extremely calm, but her heart was happy.

When I got home, I sat down on the sofa obediently.

Yan Qing brought the medicine box and briefly treated the wound on the back of her hand.

On the small road back to Nanyu, the driver drove too fast and rushed straight into the farmland.

The wound on the back of his hand was probably scratched by a branch on the side of the road when he got out of the car and pushed the cart with passers-by.

A slight pain came from the iodine rubbing on the wound, and in order to soothe it, his gaze fell on Yan Qing's side of his cheek.

She truly realized today that love makes people lose their minds.

Ming Minglin's performance at that time was full of holes.

If Yan Qing was really in a coma situation, how could he and Shen Yan have the leisure to appear in the mountains.

But at that time, she was full of worries and found it difficult to make sense and judgment.

"What would happen to you if I really did what Lin Rang said?"

Yan Qing's fingers gently caressed her cheeks.

What will happen?

On the way back, Yishu had a firm answer to this question.

For the first time, she took the initiative to lean over and hug him.

He spoke in a muffled voice: "Yan Qing, I'm a weirdo." ”

Yan Qing didn't respond, just gently pushed her away and went back to the bedroom to get something out and stuffed it in her hand.

is an envelope.

Yi Shu pinched the corner and didn't open it in a hurry: "Is it a bank card inside?" ”

Yan Qing was amused by her and gently tugged at her cheek: "Little wealth fan." ”

Yishu: "What else is there besides a bank card?" ”

Yan Qing smiled, bent down close to her ear, and said in a low voice:

"Love letter, Cinderella for me."

A hint of surprise appeared in Yishu's eyes.

She opened the envelope, and there was literally a bank card inside, as well as a brown letterhead.

The content of the letter is a painting.

The girl in the tutu glows around her.

Beginning in the top left: To my Cinderella.

Yi Shu suddenly raised his eyes to look at him: "...... You know that. ”

Yan Qing sat beside her and pulled her hair behind her ears: "Do you still use me to answer your question just now?" ”

to soothe the corners of the eyes slightly damp.

There was no need to answer, she understood his intentions.

The door was not closed that day.

Yan Qing looked up through a gap and saw an incredible scene from the dressing mirror by the door.

A blinding blue and white light emanated from all around her.

The light faded, and through the mirror, only a small humanoid doll could be seen by the door.

The room was reinstated to its usual fluorescent lighting.

There was no sound, and the hallway was eerily quiet.

He froze in place, his brow furrowed, trying to push the door in to see what was going on.

The moment he held the doorknob, he regained his composure.

Taking a few steps back, he turned to leave.

Sleepless nights.

Shocked, sad, and a lot of mixed emotions welled up in my heart.

That night he looked up a lot of information, but there was no basis to confirm what he saw.

Suddenly, I saw a short story recorded by a blogger.

It is to the effect that the blogger once saw a girl turn into all kinds of dolls like magic.

Later, the blogger said, the girl became his wife and now lives happily together.

Not many comments.

Some people scolded the editor-in-chief of the blog for drawing the flow of stories, and some people ridiculed the blogger for reading too many fairy tales, generating fantasies and being mentally ill.

He turned off his phone and rubbed his temple with one hand.

It's too unreal, it's too incredible.

It was precisely because of this that he realized that Yishu's later refusal was probably also due to his concerns.

Yi Shu captured the key word: "Are you saying that there is another person in this world who will become a doll like me?" ”

Yan Qing nodded: "You also know, Jiang Chuning." ”

She finally knew why Tong Jiang Chuning had a feeling of seeing each other late and knowing each other for a long, long time.

I see.

Only the floor lamps were turned on in the living room, and the windows were not closed.

There is a wind blowing.

Yan Qing tightened the clothes on her body, cupped her cheeks and said seriously: "You are not a weirdo, you are my lover." ”

It's really not like his style.

Yi Shu sneered: "Good soil." ”

Yan Qing's face turned cold instantly, and she turned her head awkwardly not to look at her.

She held back a smile, leaned over and hugged his arm, and whispered in his ear, "I like it no matter how dirty it is." ”