"You want to kill her!"

It is not a question with light and dust, but an affirmative sentence. Qing Ge saw his detached eyes and immediately regretted it.

There are some things that should be done slowly, and she shouldn't be so eager for quick success. It's only his dizziness that completely messes her mind and makes her mistakenly think that this is a good opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

While stopping the bleeding for the painting heart, He Guang Tongchen said coldly, "Don't disobey the yang and yin in front of the poor monk, what you say in the future, the poor monk will not believe a word!"

"Dusty ......"

"Get out!"

The two words of ice cold, even the surrounding air cooled down.

Qing Ge almost couldn't hold back, tears were about to fall, she hurriedly turned around and walked quickly to the door but did not leave, but leaned back and bit her lip to prevent herself from choking.

She doesn't want to die to save face, but she can cry in front of the light and the dust, but she must not cry in front of the painting heart.

The painting heart still hasn't come back to his senses.

Not because He Guang Tongchen suddenly cheated the corpse, but because He Guang Tongchen's attitude towards Qingge made her unable to slow down for a while.

The brain is almost a mess.

"Xin'er?" and the light and dust called again.

In the confusion of his mind, he replied, "Well, I'm here." ”

It's as shallow as a dream.

He Guang Tongchen glanced down, the corners of his lips unconsciously evoked a doting smile, the soul was clearly not there, and it was her who said it unintentionally.

After a long time, Huaxin raised his head from his arms to look at him, and his red clothes made his face look like white jade, which was really better than the white jade Buddha enshrined on the Buddha platform.

She couldn't help but look at it, and her heart jumped.

"Mother, you're blushing. ”

"Hmm. Huaxin said casually, "It's too stuffy in the room." ”

It was already winter, Qing Chu looked at the front and back doors and windows, listened to Fengxuan, Xuan was as his name, the wind was whistling, the wind was blowing through the hall, blowing the room cold, he shook his head helplessly again, and responded vaguely, "Oh." ”

Xu was too helpless to paint the heart, and in the early Qing Dynasty, the child shook his head, and his body was about to fall off the couch.

The moment the father and son touched, a pure divine power suddenly entered Heguang Tongchen's body, instantly making up for the weakness of his soul, and with this divine power, Heguang Tongchen immediately completely suppressed another churning air flow in his body.

Qing Chu Xiao'er looked at the floor that he almost smashed on, and climbed up his neck with his arms in the same dust.

He stared at Heguang Tongchen for a long time, and suddenly said, "Daddy, my mother said that you don't want me anymore." ”

"Your mother is talking nonsense. ”

"Daddy, those people outside say I'm not your son. ”

He Guang Tongchen raised his hand and touched Qing Chu's little head, and a thick smile opened from his eyebrows to the corners of his lips, "The poor monk said that you are." ”

Hearing this, Qing Chu kissed Heguang Tongchen's face, and Guang Tongchen was stunned for a moment, hugging Qingchu, the smile on his face was even greater.

With such a smile, Qing Ge could see it very clearly through the openwork window, which she had never seen before.

It is not the compassion of the world, nor the gentleness of the kind eyebrows, but the joy and anger in his heart are placed in the corners of his eyes and the flowers on the eyebrows, scorching and gorgeous.

At that moment, Qing Ge remembered a lot of the appearance of the same dust with the light before, the Qingjun who watched the rain on the green eaves, the elegance of watching the flying flowers in the forest, the leisure of picking flower dew in the middle of the night, the calmness of the cool autumn soothing the frost, the gentleness of turning the ancient scrolls under the lamp, and the elegance of plucking the plain strings on the cliffside.

Each appearance is the most beautiful scenery of time, but there is no appearance that can match his smile at this time.