[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

Ah Qing declined Yamazaki's help, and moved back to Taoermi's small house, and was dependent on the sea and sky every day.There are no disputes or troubles here, only old women sitting in front of the door basking in the sun and knitting, and children playing everywhere.She can talk and chat with the old grandparents who have stories, listen to them tell their own stories, play with the children, and occasionally make some snacks for them.

She is no longer a member of Pengo Lie, and there is no Lark endlessly asking her to review the flow of documents, and there is no thrilling task.Yamazaki often takes time to see her and bring her the news she wants to know-she feels sorry for Yamazaki, but the other party just smiles meaninglessly and tells her that it is all voluntary.

She hid in this small house to paint, and occasionally sat in front of the door basking in the sun like an old woman, locking everything in it.As long as you don't mention it, don't touch it, then everything is beautiful-like a perfect vacation, don't ask about the past, just crave the present.

Ah Qing felt that she was getting weaker and weaker recently, and her sleep time was gradually lengthening.This trend has existed before, and now it is intensifying.The time in her sleep was infinitely prolonged, and she often dreamed about things from her childhood, but the past was covered up by large expanses of white snow, making it difficult for her to see clearly.What made her feel even more uncomfortable was that in her dreams, she often had a disappointed face on the prison temple. She stretched out her hand and wanted to shout loudly, but in the end the prison temple just shook his head in silence and left.

The last reed was also fragile and dried up, causing her to fall into the bottomless abyss.

No one told her what to do, and she felt like she was just wasting time here, day after day.

Hanamaki is getting old, it has become more lazy, restless is a thing of the past.Just like Ah Qing, it began to like basking in the sun, and it narrowed its emerald eyes slightly to take a nap, and even the sound of calling became sluggish.Sometimes she also wonders if she, like Hanamaki, is slowly drying up her life.

She began to study Sylvia's handwriting, writing everything that happened from the past to the present.And on those unnecessary things, she spent too much pen and ink.The desire to clear his guilt almost tore through the paper.

Even she herself finds it ridiculous that she was inexplicably replaced by an unknown person, and she committed a crime without her knowing it.Obviously he wanted to come back here so much, but when he really came back, he was ordered to evict him.Why didn't they notice that trace of weirdness... Or is it said that the evidence of those people is already a certainty and cannot be shaken.

The group photo taken under the Ferris wheel became the thing Ah Qing dared not look at the most.It was well sandwiched in the notebook and became the past of that page.

"Today I brought candies to Larry next door. He likes grape flavored candies. Thinking about it this way, it seems that Rambo also liked grape flavored candies when he was a child... Eh, strange. Why did I mention these things without knowing it? gone."

"Yamazaki came to see me again. To be honest, I'm really sorry for him. Even though I can't give anything, he treats me so well as always... If only I had the chance to repay him."

"The new paintings seem to be very popular with the bosses in the surrounding commercial streets. This will also make life less difficult. Well, I can't sleep so dead anymore, I have to work hard to paint."

"When I passed by the coffee shop today, I saw Prison Temple... He seemed to be discussing something with Viola. I don't know why I was so flustered, and I ran away before I had time to take a look. I always feel that I am getting more and more timid gone."

"I heard that Prison Temple... is with Viola... Should I bless you?"

"The ring is gone, it should be lost by Hanamaki. Forget it, it doesn't make any sense to keep it until now. Think about it carefully, although the prison temple sometimes has a bad temper, and is so awkward, like a child. It really is in his bones Still arrogant. Compared to me, Viola is more suitable for him..."

"What is the meaning of my staying here? Why don't I choose to go back to that world... But I like Prison Temple, I can't bear him...I... love him."

"Recently, I've become more and more sleepy, and I'll fall asleep as soon as I get on the bed... Time doesn't seem to matter anymore..."

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"Yawn—" Ah Qing stretched her waist, and there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

She glanced at it lazily, then got up and walked to the door.It must be the little Larry next door who is making trouble again, and this time he must give him a good meal.

"Little Larry! I won't give you candy if you mess with my sister again." She opened the door and smiled mischievously.

"Ah Qing...it's me." Yamazaki rubbed his head and smiled awkwardly.He pursed his lips, and a blush rose on his fair cheeks.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I thought it was the little boy next door." Ah Qing hurriedly turned sideways to let him in, and was immediately blushed by her own negligence.

Yamazaki was very used to this small house, he casually pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the empty room.In fact, there is very little furniture here, because Ah Qing thinks that living alone does not need so many things.This place is almost filled with all kinds of painting materials and paper, as if only these things are needed to survive the day.

For a woman, such a room full of paint smell seems untidy, but Ah Qing has long been used to it.The same goes for Yamazaki, he thinks that this kind of Qing lives very selfishly, and what he likes is this kind of Qing, not the woman who is like a fish in water in social situations.

That page has already been turned over, now Ah Qing does not wear makeup, and never picks up such heavy makeup again.Every day, I just put my hair on one side lightly, wearing the most ordinary long skirt, but the appearance of clear noodles in clear soup is unusually moving.It's not the addictive poppy with heavy makeup, but the white rose with the inherent beauty.

"Congratulations, it seems that you have received a new order." Yamazaki smiled, looking at the paintings hanging on the drawing board that were not yet dry.

"Now that I have no income, of course I have to be self-reliant." A Qing brushed her hair by her ear and smiled casually.

"By the way... I'm here to tell you something." He coughed lightly, with a bit of unbearable expression on his face, "Mr. Lanshou...he's getting engaged."

Countless cries and sorrow passed through Ah Qing's mind, and the huge amount of information almost made her explode—but she remained silent.She was surprised by her calmness. If it was her former self, she might not be able to help but yell, but not now.Because she has long since lost this qualification.

"Miss Viola...?"

Yamazaki's eyes were serious, and he nodded.

"Vongola has cooperated with Francisco a lot in the past year, and the two parties have always been very happy. Mr. Marino also seems to intend to take advantage of this time to propose a marriage. Unexpectedly, this time Mr. Lanshou agreed soon. It's..."

Without her, it is normal for the prison temple to agree.Without this psychological obstacle, there is no doubt that he would agree to this marriage that is beneficial to Pengo Lie's development.She knew before that when the two were dating, the child in the prison temple had a temper and didn't know if the eldest lady could bear it.Such a beautiful piano should be able to be played by two people with four hands in the future... And he no longer has to endure strange looks-being said to be with a courtesan.

"He is that kind of person, willing to sacrifice his life for Pengo Lie." Ah Qing waved his hands pretending to be safe, but the curve on his mouth was uglier than crying.

Prison Temple should be 25 years old this year... and her memory still stays at the time when the other party was 22 years old.The time difference between the two worlds has made the prison temple grow up a lot, and now it has wasted so many days here.The former kid is now of marriageable age.

"Ah Qing... you should try to get out." Yamazaki looked at her pale face with some concern.

she knows.Even the neighbor's grandmother told her it was time to let go.These old people with different pasts accepted Qing's past calmly, and told her that it was only an illusion that she couldn't let go of it, and the world was no different after she really let go of it.

"I understand, in fact, there is nothing wrong with me here..."

"Although it may be impolite to say this, Ah Qing, can you attend this engagement banquet as my female companion?"

"I always feel like you're exposing my scars." Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, looking at Yamazaki who looked serious.

"No, I just want you to realize that all of this is already happening, and it's time for you to face the reality." Yamazaki stood up and gently held her wrist, with a gentle light flashing in his dark eyes , to heal people's hearts.

A Qing finally agreed to Yamazaki's request.

And she really wanted to let go of all the pent-up things in her heart, and this opportunity was the engagement banquet at the prison temple.

After seeing off Yamazaki, she collapsed weakly from the door, like a flower that has withered after the wind and rain.

>>>

The bars on Abandoned Street are always noisy at night.

She stumbled and sat in front of the bar, watching the indulgent men and women amidst the feasting lights, and drank another glass of wine in front of her.The cold wine overflowed from his mouth and slowly flowed down the curve of his neck.

Her drinking capacity is only average, but here is the strongest alcohol.As long as one night, she can forget everything she doesn't want to remember.The spicy liquid poured through the mouthpiece, causing a scorching heat. She couldn't help coughing, and her nostrils were filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol.

Such a face of Qingshui Furong naturally has no shortage of men to come forward to strike up a conversation, but no one dares to act recklessly against this thorny rose, because she has a murderous aura that cannot be approached.Such a woman is not easy to mess with, and those who are familiar with the rules here naturally understand this truth.If it's not a mafia somewhere, it must be an executioner with an extraordinary background.They just want to have fun in the flowers, not to die.

Ah Qing poured wine into his mouth one cup after another.Tears mixed with wine, spicy and salty.

"vomit--"

On the quiet street in the middle of the night, in the cold late autumn, Ah Qing was only wearing a single shirt.Alcohol catalyzed but made her feel extremely hot.The nausea churning in her stomach made her retch.

She almost passed out on the side of the road, unconscious.Step by step, he stepped on crooked steps, as top-heavy as if he was stepping on soft and weak cotton.

Prison is getting engaged... Prison is getting engaged... Prison is getting engaged...

She once saw her ex-boyfriend leading other women by in front of her, but she just left without blinking, and slowly got out of the predicament after crying.But the present man is the one who walks with her in the bloody storm, the one who can hand over his back with no regrets... an indelible existence with blood and soul deeply engraved into the bone marrow.

Her vision was blurry, full of Yinsi's silver hair and clear green eyes.That person would impatiently call her a "stupid woman" from the age of 13 to 22...that person would hold her hand, but with a blushing face and an awkward expression...the smell of tobacco on that person has been imprinted Indelible in my mind... That person finally chose to give up his feelings for the benefit of Pengo Lie.

"Woo..." Ah Qing squatted down, leaning against the roadside and sobbing.

She's never been so embarrassed.Beside here, there have been hardships and dangers.Even if she killed people, even if she sold her lust for information without blinking, she never blinked once.That's because she was accompanied by Pengo Li's partners all the way, but now, she has nothing, and even the man who once depended on each other for good and evil is about to get engaged.The black ring between the fingers is still quietly flowing with a halo, but it has become an ironic past.

The tears seemed to have opened the gates and couldn't stop.Her face was almost wrinkled from crying, and her sobbing voice echoed plaintively in the silent night.

In the mist, it seemed that someone had put clothes on him.

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...(≧▽≦) It hurts to say that she abused her daughter.