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"Really, I'll come here when I have class tomorrow." Lin Qingqian checked Aunt Zhang's luggage for her, dumbfounded, and complained softly with a bit of blame.

However, since I have come back for a trip, I might as well bring some more things back home.

Song Qingyue sat on the back of the sofa in the old Lin family house, swaying his superior long legs, looking at a large box full of things, and began to doubt life.

do i really need these?

But in the mouths of Aunt Zhang and Lin Qingqian, it seems that they are all necessary.

Song Qingyue thought about it so endlessly, and by the way, covered the backpack he was carrying when he came here tightly.

"By the way, what's in your bag? Let's put it in the box together." Aunt Zhang saw Song Qingyue's small movements so hard that she couldn't die.

"No need for Aunt Zhang," Song Qingyue hid the bag behind his back, showing an embarrassed and bewildered smile, "I carry these by myself."

Aunt Zhang enthusiastically held the shoulder bag strap, "Oh, it's fine, just leave it to me to tidy up."

Song Qingyue didn't let go even if he died, and looked at Lin Qingqian for help.

Lin Qingqian caught a glimpse of her blushing eartips, and then thought of the police nylon cable tie that was absolutely beyond her expectation and other things she caught a glimpse of in a hurry. Pass it to Song Qingyue, "Aunt Zhang, forget it, she can carry it by herself if she wants to."

Song Qingyue noticed that the tips of Lin Qingqian's ears were also red - she even brushed her hair unnaturally.

Seeing Aunt Zhang frowning, Lin Qingqian seemed to have something to say, and hurriedly changed the subject, "Aunt Zhang, stop staring at us, Mom is in the kitchen!"

Aunt Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then panicked after thinking about it.

"Go and see Mom, and don't let her put the seasoning on the skewer again!" Lin Qingqian stepped up her efforts.

Aunt Zhang was successfully distracted by Lin Qingqian, and she went to the kitchen by nagging, "I feel like it smells like a paste", Lin Qingqian hurriedly carried Song Qingyue upstairs.

The two walked up side by side, and Lin Qingqian suddenly realized that the child had grown so tall.

It seemed that he was a little shorter than himself.

She stared at Song Qingyue's side face, a little absent-minded, and a little emotional.

That stubborn little guy who crossed over back then has grown up like this.

Fortunately, it didn't grow crooked.

There was a gratified smile on her lips.

"Have you been eating meals made by your mother recently?" Song Qingyue asked abruptly.

Each of Lin Qingqian's eyebrows instantly revealed tangled and depressed, twisted into a ball, "Yes."

Song Qingyue: "..."

Although the position of Song Qingyue's facial features did not change in the slightest, Lin Qingqian felt that she was laughing.

"Why did Mom cook again on a whim? This time it lasted so long. She could realize that she really can't cook at most once before." Song Qingyue opened the door of her room, and Lin Qingqian Go in later.

Lin Qingqian was embarrassed again.

"This probably has something to do with me."

Song Qingyue turned his head, glanced up and down at Lin Qingqian, who was like a paper figure, and ground his teeth, the mask that had been stretched all this time finally shattered.

"You don't eat well again!"

Lin Qingqian lowered her head silently, looked at her toes, and muttered, "If you have eaten Mom's cooking a few times, you will feel that ordinary food is not bad, and you can eat on time."

"I guess Mama thinks so."

Song Qingyue answered subconsciously: "The theory of window opening?"[1]

Lin Qingqian realized what she meant, smiled and nodded.

"However, Mom's cooking is much more delicious." Lin Qingqian added, pretending not to see No. [-]'s distorted and painful face.

Lin Qingqian's priority in controlling her body was higher than hers, so after trying to accept Lin Zhiyin's food twice... for the third time, Lin Qingqian ran away resolutely, leaving behind a bewildered face. Forced number two.

"By the way, let me tell you about you." Lin Qingqian picked up a backpack that was neither light nor heavy, and shook it casually. When she heard a familiar voice inside, her complexion gradually became strange, "Why did you bring so much?"

"Why are there so many? What is it!" No. [-] spun around anxiously, wishing to poke his head in to have a look.

Lin Qingqian took a step aside calmly and squeezed number two away.

Song Qingyue was not as embarrassed as Lin Qingqian imagined, and even a little sad on her face.

She grabbed Lin Qingqian's clothes and said softly, "What's the use of bringing so much? You won't give it."

Lin Qingqian was silent for a while, put her hand on Song Qingyue's head, and pulled him into her arms.

"Hey, why did you fall on the bed again?" No. [-] jumped behind the curtain with a bang, and said loudly, "I can restrain myself as much as possible, hurry up."

Lin Qingqian clenched her teeth, buried her head in the socket of Song Qingyue's shoulder, sniffed the familiar smell, then grabbed the thin flesh of her neck, and took a light bite.

"I can't give it now."

"Hey, you can give it, don't worry about me!"

A simple pain arouses a certain desire at once.

Song Qingyue pressed Lin Qingqian's head, his eyes slowly became moist physiologically, and said softly: "If you don't give it to me, you can ask me." "It's okay."

Lin Qingqian clasped her waist even tighter.

On the one hand, he was teased, and on the other hand, he was angered.

Are you a joker!

She roared in her heart.

Number Two shrinks back and doesn't speak.

Lin Qing sighed lightly, kissed her lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "That's not okay either."

Even if No. [-] and her way of thinking and memory are exactly the same, she still responds.

What about the nightlife in the future?

Lin Qingqian thought sadly.

Song Qingyue gritted his teeth, grabbed Lin Qingqian's tie violently, and pulled her to his lips.

"A fire never goes out."

The slight stingy voice made Lin Qingqian's whole body stiff, and she wished she could use at least half of the things in Song Qingyue's bag to live up to them running around.

Song Qingyue turned over, looked down at Lin Qingqian, and examined her face.

A sudden attack in the hand, a light grip.

Lin Qingqian gasped.

"I'm hungry and thin, and my hands don't feel good." Song Qingyue got out of bed with extreme disgust, grabbed a pajamas and walked to the bathroom, muttering, "I have to put out the fire by myself."

Lin Qingqian was completely shocked.

Has her Xiaobaicai finally learned this?

Thinking of Song Qingyue, who was still young and studying by reading the study materials, and looking at Song, who obviously wanted to be self-sufficient and full of food now, Lin Qingqian couldn't help but lamented how time flies again.

Number Two sat lightly beside her, resting his chin.

"You are not allowed to go in and look!" Lin Qingqian shot a warning from her eyes.

Number two lazily said, "How can I go in."

"I always follow my body. After all, you and I share the same body to observe the world, and you don't have the eyes of the wall-penetrating technique. Even if I pass by, I will be nothing. To be clear, neuropathy must also conform to the basic laws of physics."

Lin Qingqian collapsed on the bed, rubbed her temples, and moved her legs.

The water and grass are plentiful and the waves are surging.

"But if you're self-sufficient, I can see it." Number Two leaned closer and looked at her suspiciously.

"I don't want to discuss our physiological structure with you." Lin Qingqian covered her head with a pillow.

No. [-] leaned his head beside her, and said quietly, "I'm looking for a way to go back."

She recently made a new discovery.

In view of the fact that she and Lin Qingqian are a carrier on the material level, and referring to the fact that they share vision and hearing but not common sense, she makes a judgment: they are independent of each other but have to coexist, and her existence has a great impact on Lin Qingqian. Qingqian's mental stability has an impact.

To translate it in human language, it is: Her existence consumes Lin Qingqian's mind.

Lin Qingqian poked her head out from under the pillow, looked at her face with a wanton smile, but also a little sad.

"It's okay, it's great that you can finally see the real world." Lin Qingqian said softly.

She vaguely remembered that she had laughed so recklessly and freely.

But long ago, it was gone.

Song Qingyue sank himself in the bathtub, his long hair floating like algae.

A lot of bubbles popped out of her lips suddenly, and her head came out of the water, panting.

She turned her head and looked outside the door.

Lin Qingqian didn't move at all.

She patted the water angrily, made a loud noise, and then collapsed weakly in the bathtub.

Lin Qingqian sat like an old monk in meditation, and saw Song Qingyue coming out in thin pajamas, dripping from the tips of his hair.

She silently shook off the ankle-length windbreaker she had prepared long ago, and wrapped the child's steaming skin tightly, blocking No. [-]'s view by the way.

"It's already summer!" Song Qingyue stared at Lin Qingqian dumbfounded.

Lin Qingqian muttered: "Hello, hello, everyone." He gave No. [-] a blind spot in Song Qingyue's line of sight.

Song Qingyue felt that there might be something wrong with Lin Qingqian's mind.

Lin Qingqian: Yes, I just have something wrong with my brain.

She took the towel from Song Qingyue's hand, and gently wiped her hair, just like in that small house just after the draft.

Song Qingyue looked at the woman with soft eyes and a slight smile behind him, feeling a little dazed, but his heart finally stabilized.

"Lin Qingqian."

"Ok?"

"Lin Qingqian."

"Well, what happened?"

"Lin Qingqian," Song Qingyue hugged her with a slight nasal voice, trembling, "I just felt that you really didn't do it."

Gritting her teeth, Lin Qingqian scolded the dead child, "Do you really think I'll fall in love with someone else?" And when Song Qingyue was sobbing and nodding, she pinched her waist and moistened her eyes.

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"Did you just come down?" Lin Zhiyin walked out of the kitchen after washing his hands, and saw the two people who came down, with subtle expressions, "It's still daytime."

If not, what kind of bath did Qingyue take?If you do, the time seems a little too short.

She scanned Lin Qingqian's calm face, trying to find evidence that "something is not good".

"What are you thinking?" Song Qingyue's expression was a little broken, he tightened his windbreaker a little, sat on the familiar seat, looked at the dishes that were at least not bad in color, and asked hesitantly, "Did you cook it?"

Lin Zhiyin coughed twice and nodded.

Lin Qingqian communicated with a certain Apiao in her heart.

"Go on."

Number two shook his head frantically, "These two are the closest to you, how could I play you without being discovered?"

"Didn't you act pretty well before?"

"That's a business! This is a private occasion, can it be the same?"

"Qing Qian, what are you thinking?" Lin Zhiyin looked at her expectantly, "Try it quickly."

Lin Qingqian bowed her head silently, and saw that a bowl of soup had already been filled at some point.

There is a thin layer of fat floating on the golden chicken soup, and a few goji berries are falling down. The stewed chicken is soft and rotten, lying on the bottom of the soup.

It looks really good.

Lin Qing took a deep breath, picked up the spoon, and took a sip.

Huh?

It is not the explosive taste as imagined, the taste is mellow and delicious, the chicken may be a bit old, but because of the solid selection of ingredients, the soup is really good.

Lin Qingqian couldn't help drinking a few more sips, and looked at Lin Zhiyin questioningly, "Mom, did you do this?"

Lin Zhiyin nodded proudly.

"I've made great progress." Lin Zhiyin buried her head in the soup.

Lin Zhiyin smiled, "I wasn't the one who cooked before."

"There is no chance to do it. Every time you do it on a whim, you hate it, so just forget it."

"It's easy to cook, and your mother is not stupid."

Lin Qingqian paused.

There is a lot of information.

She looked up at Lin Zhiyin, she smiled gently, with a little reminiscence.

Lin Qingqian suddenly thought of the delicious snacks that she ate on Wanfo Mountain before, which made her think of the little snacks that made the chef think.

Those snacks were not given by the old monk—the second old man of the Xie family, but Aunt Zeqing.

Aunt Zeqing is pretty good at cooking.

She suddenly had a sore nose, with indescribable complex emotions in her heart, she could only bow her head and drink the soup silently.

She hasn't cooked in the past 50 years, but she started to learn because she was worried that she would not eat.

"Lin Qingqian, you really are an asshole." She listened to No. [-]'s evaluation and nodded in admission.

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian who was suddenly silent, stretched out his hand, held her finger, and hooked it lightly.

"Absolutely!" Lin Qing raised his head with a slight smile and raised his thumb, "Mom, you are a genius."

The three of them laughed together, and Lin Qingqian concealed her anxiety in her smile.

"Will you and Qingyue become like this in the future?" Number Two whispered in her ear.

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"Go to bed early." Lin Qingqian said to Song Qingyue softly, standing at the door of the connecting door between the two of their bedrooms.

"Wait!" Song Qingyue hastily grabbed her sleeves, and looked at her aggrievedly, "Sleeping together, even plain ones?"

"Ok, Ok!"

no.Lin Qingqian responded silently in her heart.

Number two, it's really lsp.

But she could only touch Song Qingyue's head with a wry smile, "Give me some time."

Song Qingyue looked at her pure black and white eyes, let go of her hand, and nodded slightly.

Lin Qingqian stepped forward, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

"Lin Qingqian," Song Qingyue said hesitantly as he buried him in her shoulder, "I'm not avoiding that, it's because I haven't thought about it yet."

Lin Qingqian was startled, and then realized that she was talking about the island.

Issues have not been resolved and differences remain.

"I'm studying, so just give me some time." Song Qingyue raised his head, couldn't help touching her eyes, then stroked the brows of Yingqi, slid down to the earlobe, squeezed, and then fell on her again In his arms, "I will definitely explain to you."

Lin Qing smiled slightly.

"Okay, I'll wait."

After saying goodnight to each other, Lin Qingqian closed the door and started tidying up the wine cabinet in the bedroom by the way. He also threw the cigarettes on his body into it, locked it firmly, and threw the key into the garden.

"Have you made up your mind to quit smoking and drinking?" No. [-] was by the window, putting his head in his pocket and looking at her.

"Yes," Lin Qingqian said softly, "It's really terrible for me to worry so many people."

Number Two claimed credit in front of her, "Did I wake you up by scolding you? Didn't I?! Do you want to thank me?"

"Are you a repeater?" Lin Qingqian rolled her eyes, "Obviously my self-awareness has awakened."

"Ah, I'm just a hard worker, an old scalper who doesn't get paid at all." No. [-] quit and rolled around.

Lin Qingqian looked at her seriously, a smile gradually appeared on her face.

"Okay," she said with a drawn out tone, smiling, "I will travel more in the future and take you to see other places in the world."

"Really?"

"Ah."

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"How are you doing in investment and commercial banking? You should take the exam soon."

"Taught in English, I'm dead."

Lin Qingqian turned her face away, "Fortunately, it's this afternoon's class, and the teacher must roll the roll in the last class that highlights the key points."

Song Qingyue looked down at the textbook full of notes that Lin Qingqian stuffed for him, and heaved a long sigh.

"Why didn't you give it to me earlier?"

"You didn't want it either." Lin Qingqian complained in a low voice.

After sending Song Qingyue onto the private jet that he snatched from Lin Zhiyin, Lin Qingqian took her hand and stroked her fingertips. After a long while, she smiled and said, "Be good at the exam, I'll prepare it for you." a surprise."

The author has something to say: it's a fat chapter!

Kobayashi: So how to solve the problem of nightlife?

Number two: I don't know!I do not understand!

Xiao Song: Lin Qingqian, are you dying? !

Kobayashi: No, I'm not!

What a miserable forest