Yan Ming looked at the old woman whose eyes were indeed full of incomprehension, and his eyes flickered a little: "You shouldn't have done these things before the man next to you, right?" ”

Although he has not been in the spirit world for many years, he has also seen some clues from Qinghe's attitude.

Qinghe has someone in his heart, and his atrium is not clean, how can he let others come in to live, and tell Yan Ming honestly: "That's the case." ”

But what does that have to do with what they're talking about today?

"I" Yan Ming's voice was a little nervous, his eyes fell on Qing He's face several times, but in the end he avoided it in embarrassment, and directly jumped to the topic later, "Can you tell me how you feel when you really like someone?" ”

When he was young, he thought that he liked people who liked him had a good-looking appearance that could be praised by others, and that he was a person who was happy and his strength was equal.

But the end result was telling him that it wasn't.

It's just that he doesn't have many opportunities to explore, so he doesn't know what the standard answer should look like.

If it was Qinghe, she should be able to know, right?

Qing He was a little dazed, and didn't understand why Yan Ming suddenly asked her such a question.

She was stunned for a while before she twisted her eyebrows and told him her understanding.

She raised her eyes to look at the beautiful snow scene of Your Excellency, and reached out to catch the snowflakes that were blown off the eaves by the cold wind, and her clear old eyes moved slightly:

"Probably like this snowflake, looking at it from a distance can already make people very happy, whenever I want to stretch out my hand to touch it, but I am worried about whether it will melt because of my own approach, so I have to withdraw my hand."

"To be more specific, to like is not to want to get, but only to appreciate and gaze, and unconsciously let yourself become constrained."

Yan Ming listened to the words that Qing He said that were almost exactly the same as his recent situation, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise.

But, how so?

Obviously, he and Qinghe haven't seen each other for many years, and when he separated from her back then, he also had Yun Ruoxuan in his heart.

Why can you feel this way about Qinghe so quickly?

After Qing He finished explaining, seeing that Yan Ming stopped talking, he supported his cheek with his right hand and asked him: "Brother Ah Ming asked so, but there is a new person in my heart?" Whoever that person is, let's hear it, and I'll help you check it. ”

Even at this moment, Qinghe doesn't have any extravagant hopes.

The lesson of time has taught her that sometimes it is more comfortable to live by putting expectations to a minimum or not thinking about it at all.

Yan Ming looked at the snowflakes that were still being blown down towards him by the cold wind, and reached out to catch the large piece.

Some of them melted into snow because they were too close to his palm, and some of them, due to the accumulation of large quantities, still lay in the shape of snowflakes in his hands.

He suddenly let out a low voice, and the donkey's lips did not meet the horse's mouth: "Then if enough snowflakes are piled up, will you be able to reach out and touch them boldly?" ”

Qinghe was slightly stunned: "What? ”

Yan Ming raised his eyes and looked into her dark eyes: "I mean, if you like it, even if you can't touch it directly at first, you can still make a change if you think of a suitable way later, right?" ”

He stood up suddenly, walked slowly in front of Qing He, and then bent slightly in a position that was at eye level with her.

The two looked at each other, Qing He's eyes were puzzled and surprised, while Yan Ming was sober and resolute.

"Then I maybe, I should like you a little bit by now."

Those paintings in the cave, every time he finished painting them to relieve the boredom in his heart, he didn't mean that he didn't look at them.

He also thought about why in the back, Qing He was the one who occupied the most of his paintings.

Thinking about it carefully, in the years in the spirit world back then, the person who accompanied him the most was not Yun Ruoxuan, but Qinghe.

No matter what he does, when he is in high places and low places, she can always follow him silently like an obedient little tail.

It's just that Yun Ruoxuan's brilliance is too strong, so he can only see her alone in his eyes.

Time passed and recalled, and he found that the person who was best to him was not Yun Ruoxuan, nor his master, but his junior sister who was often ignored by him.

When he was young and vigorous and was confined in Fengxue Valley because of impulsive crimes, it was Qinghe who dragged his petite and thin body, and would rather let himself have a lot of chilblains on his body, but also insisted on quietly sending him food, drink and warm things.

Back then, everyone firmly believed that he had made an irreparable mistake, and when he stood on a high place and shot sharp arrows of words and eyes at him, it was Qinghe who acted as the shield, standing in front of him and telling everyone that she believed in him.

It's just that the situation was too complicated at that time, and there were too many things he had to care about and pay attention to, so he should have forgotten her, and he should have not noticed her thoughts about him.

With these complicated feelings, Yan Ming nervously waited for Qinghe's response.

He thought he would see in her eyes ecstasy, or disbelief.

But no, he saw only a large amount of tears that blurred her vision.

As tears fell one after another like broken beads, she gave a relieved but distressing smile.

It's as if the wine that has been brewed for many years is finally made at this moment, and there is no need to worry about the fear that the wine will not be able to continue in the middle of the brew, or that it will be artificially destroyed.

"That's a blessing."

Qing He wiped a handful of tears, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

"My words, I have liked you since I first met you, that persistence has lasted until now, I have thought about giving up countless times in the middle, but it still doesn't work, now I look at it, my persistence is still meaningful."

The woman stretched out her right hand, stopped at the position of Yan Ming's left hand, and asked cautiously, "Brother Amin, can you give me your hand?" I've wanted to hold your hand for a long time, from youth to old age. ”

How hard and rare it is to insist on a heart, even if Yan Ming has not experienced it, he can roughly guess it.

He obediently stretched out his left hand, and watched Qing He put the old old man's right hand, whose skin was already wrinkled and the color of his blood vessels had become very heavy, into his big hand, and his fingertips slowly passed through him, interlocking with his ten fingers.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that the tip of my nose was a little sour.

Qinghe, has she been too bitter over the years? If he hadn't taken the initiative to launch an offensive today, wouldn't she have dared to do this kind of action to him until she turned into a piece of loess?

The old woman clasped his hand and reached out with her left hand to catch the falling snowflakes.

The snow was heavy, and it didn't take long for snow to appear.

But Qing He couldn't feel the coldness from the palm of his hand at the moment, and some, it was just a scorching heat that was even worse than the cold.

She sighed, her voice a little choked: "What Brother Amin said does have some truth. ”

This snowflake, from a distance, is not as good as holding it firmly in the palm of your hand to feel it.

The pure love warrior attribute exploded.

(End of chapter)