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#宋清越&林青浩# Explosion

Melon friends said that although this melon has been eaten for a long time, it is still the same sweet.

[Oh my god, I thought this pair of CPs would be over long ago, but there is still such a fairy after-sales service! 】

[Xiao Song went to Shanghai to go to school, and then the forest headquarters moved to Shanghai. Is this a fairy tale?No!I'm just stating a sweet fact! 】

[Wooooow, cold dog food is slapped on the face indiscriminately]

Not to be outdone, cp fans rolled up their sleeves one after another in front of this visible and tangible giant sugar, and started a second creation. Many wives returned to the arena to write passionately.

As this topic became popular, many netizens posted pictures they accidentally took. Some were pictures of Song Qingyue entering the forest gate, and more were 360-degree ambiguous pictures of two people going out from all angles and directions. .

Zhugong was among this group of people, and posted the pictures sent by Zhanzi, and received a lot of likes, but it was not too eye-catching among the huge marketing account and CP fans.

Soon there were Leeuwenhoeks looking at the pictures with a microscope, especially the bag in Song Qingyue's hand, who would never give up on what they were talking about without knowing it.

The process of solving the case is not difficult. From many photos, it can be seen that the top cover is stainless steel silver. Judging from the shape of the outside of the bag, it is a cylinder with a diameter of about 15cm and a height of 25cm. In addition, the time of entry and exit is exactly at the meal time...

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo old, can make love dinner now. 】

[One person begs Xiao Song to go on a gourmet variety show, I want to see Mr. Xiao Lin's food standard (dog head)]

The main part of Song Qingyue's fans are still fans, and they are very sticky. But seeing the suspected relationship between the real master and the hot search, their expressions and mentality are extremely complicated, and the studio has no instructions.Out of all kinds of selfishness, there are very few people who control the review.

For example, Xiao Li, who is 28 years old this year, is a very representative epitome of the huge Song Qingyue fans.

She was sitting at the dining table, and she stopped eating her favorite elbow on the table. While holding her mobile phone and giggling, she quickly forwarded comments and saved pictures.

The token of love between Mr. Xiaolin and Ms. Yue: [Ahhhhhhhhhh Mrs. Assist is as excellent as ever! 】

[Oh my god, I can handle the beauty of the two of you!The pampering in Boss Xiaolin's eyes is killing me! 】

"What are you doing? Laughing like a fool, the food is cold." Xiao Li's mother knocked on the bowl dissatisfied.

Xiao Li looked up with a smile on his aunt's face: "Mom, my daughter is getting married!"

Mother Li was very disgusted: "Just that little girl who can only sing and dance? It doesn't matter who you marry? It's like you're married with such a happy smile. When will you marry yourself out? Let's eat quickly. "

Xiao Li nodded, took a few mouthfuls of food indiscriminately, and suddenly WeChat lit up, it was a message from the "Standing Committee of Song Qingyue Support Association":

[Received the notice from the studio, the starting support club will end the stage to control and comment, the content of the control and comment is shown in Attachment [-].Requirements: Do not accidentally injure Mr. Kobayashi, do not accidentally injure passers-by who are knocking on CP, do not recruit gangsters, and use the promotion of "Lone Wolf" as the main method of control and evaluation.I hope that all fans will mobilize the members of the support club and concentrate on purifying the homepage and square. 】

Xiao Li sighed: "It's been a long time since I've been in the circle and I've seen such a control review." It's also the first time that fan control reviews can't accidentally hurt CP fans.She casually replied in the group, and skillfully switched her number into the support group with a regretful face.

[Everyone can start to control and comment, see the template and specific operation steps below, friendly reminder, you must switch accounts on Weibo, you must switch accounts, you must switch accounts!Don't forget!Don't make a joke! 】

Even with thousands of exhortations, there are still some discordant names appearing in the army of Weibo critics, such as among a group of "Song Qingyue little angels", "Song Qingyue's wristband", "When can I marry Song Qingyue", It is also normal to mix in the question "Can Yongliang receive the gift from the forest today?"

It's really just that all the fans have changed.

The uproar on the Internet has nothing to do with Lin Qingqian who is doing psychological construction.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, but she just wants to hang up the deadly mobile phone in her hand.

However, it is estimated that Lin Zhiyin would fly to the Shanghai stock market overnight with a baseball bat in hand.

She walked around the room a few times restlessly, then walked into the study, signaling the child not to follow.

She closed the door, drew the curtains, sat in the dark, looked at the bright phone screen, took a deep breath, and clicked on.

"Mom, what's the matter?" She said in a relaxed tone, but her body sank into the soft sofa, her hands and feet were stiff.

Lin Zhiyin picked up the new baseball bat to try the feel, and said casually, "I found out what you asked me about last time. Zhugong's homeroom teacher was not named Jin, but his wife was named Jin. What's wrong?"

Lin Qingqian was taken aback for a long time, and then she was held back from the draft that had been in her mind for a long time. She turned her head and came up with an incredible idea:

Lin Zhiyin hasn't read Weibo hot searches yet, right?

"Hey, what's the matter?" Lin Zhiyin asked strangely seeing that Lin Qingqian hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Ah, it's okay, I turned on the computer just now." Lin Qingqian made an excuse casually, "Then why is she so interested in Jin Shan?"

Lin Zhiyin had a strange expression and frowned, "I found out that this matter may have something to do with me. What did Zhu Gong say to you?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head: "No, she didn't say anything, she just found an excuse to get over it." She frowned and asked in wonder, "What does it have to do with you?" Could it be another bloody story?

Lin Zhiyin sighed: "It's a coincidence, if I hadn't looked for her that day...maybe everything would be different."

"Stop playing charades," Lin Qingqian said helplessly, "Can you speak bluntly?"

Lin Zhiyin smiled, "Let her tell you herself, after all, she will be yours in the future. If you still can't make her tell you some secrets and past of yourself, then it's because you're not smart enough."

Lin Qingqian nodded to the air, and she didn't know who to point to. She said cautiously: "You called me just to say this?"

Lin Zhiyin put down the baseball bat in his hand, took two steps and sat on the sofa: "What else can I do?"

Lin Qingqian gave a subtle hint: "You really don't know what else is going on?"

Lin Zhiyin raised his head and frowned and thought for a while, "Oh, yes," Lin Qingqian's heart was lifted by this sentence, "There is still one and a half months until the final decryption, remember to take some time to go home when the time comes."

Lin Qingqian immediately lost the courage to confess to Lin Zhiyin, probably because another strange and throbbing emotion surged up and disturbed her thoughts. She sat blankly and muttered to herself: " knew."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingqian sat in the dark for a long time. She slowly stroked her heart, feeling the violent and crazy beating of her heart, and closed her eyes.

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"Why so long?" Song Qingyue looked worriedly at Lin Qingqian who was absent-mindedly closing the study door, "Did Aunt Lin scold you?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head slowly, still immersed in that strange thought, "Mom didn't see the trending search, she was talking to me about work."

"What else?" the child asked.

It's just that things at work won't make Lin Qingqian show such a fragile expression.

Lin Qingqian sat down on the sofa, was silent for a while, and said slowly, "He also told me that he wants me to go home in a month and a half, so that the matter about my dad can be deciphered."

Song Qingyue looked at the bewildered Lin Qingqian, his nose sore for no reason, knelt down beside Lin Qingqian, wrapped his arms around her waist, brought him into his arms, leaned into her ear, and whispered: " It's okay, it's all over, just listening to a story."

Lin Qingqian felt the child's warm breath sprayed behind her ears, like a feather, gently scratching her skin.It was this tickling touch that made her wake up from her daze.

She raised her head, hugged the child behind her back, and let her sit on her lap.The child's chin touched the top of her head, and she rubbed against it, as if this would lessen the panic and anxiety in her heart.

Song Qingyue was amused by Lin Qingqian's movements: "Lin Qingqian, you look like a cat."

Lin Maomao stretched out her hand and scratched the child who spoke rudely, and said dissatisfiedly, "You're being good when you get cheap."

The two hugged each other quietly, the clock on the wall was ticking, and the street lights were slowly turning on.

The Shanghai stock market is a city without night, even at night it is still lively, with flashy and prosperous times, bright lights, traffic and crowds.

But the city still belongs to human beings after all, no matter how prosperous the streets are, they are just a stage where scenes of love and hate are staged.

The night came after all, probably because there was no light, so the clouds couldn't be seen, until a flash of lightning pierced the night sky.Panicked people dispersed like a tide, complaining about the weather forecast.

The city became empty, and the lights lost their protagonists, so they shot the night sky bravely, like Don Quixote holding a spear, piercing the arrogant rain curtain sharply, just like the last echo of a barren stage after the curtain fell.

"It's raining," Song Qingyue leaned on Lin Qingqian and said softly, "I hate rainy days."

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingqian clasped the child's waist, buried her head in the child's shoulder, and asked sullenly.

The child put her hand on Lin Qingqian's chin, and held it up gently, their eyes met, she looked at Lin Qingqian's beautiful face, and sniffed: "You should look like your mother, she must be very beautiful. "

"I also look like my mother, but she's not very good-looking, at least I don't think she is very good-looking." The child fell into memories and hugged Lin Qingqian tightly, "She is good at doing farm work, but dressing up is difficult." She is dead, but when she was young, she was also a well-known beautiful girl in all towns."

"Later, a college student came out of the village. The college students in that era were very powerful. I heard from the old man that he was handsome, and he had two rows of white teeth when he smiled. I heard that when he was admitted to college, the people who came to propose marriage broke through the threshold. Some of them brought a few chickens and ducks, and those who were a little bit richer also gritted their teeth and brought a pig over. The big family in the village drove the flock of sheep with a wave of their hands. He didn't want any, and the next morning He ran to my mother's door with dew on his face. But after he left, he didn't come back for several years."

"A few years after graduating from university, he came back suddenly, stayed at my mother's house that night, and sat in bad things half-forced and half-hostage. The suit and leather shoes came back to look at the village, and then never came back. My mother was alone, pulling four old people and me. His parents hadn’t seen their son for a long time and got sick. My mother first sold cattle and sheep. Mortgaged the house again, and finally sold it to support it, but then my grandparents—her parents also fell ill. She couldn't take it anymore, and ran to the town to call the landline phone he left behind. The number was answered by a woman."

"It was Aunt Lin who answered the phone. She asked my mother what was wrong, but my mother hesitated and hung up the phone and ran away."

"She does four or five jobs by herself. One day she helps this family herd cattle, the next day she helps another family harvest grain, and in the end she can get a small bag of rice and some eggs. But she can't go out to work when it rains, so she can only stay at home."

"That's why I hate rain. When it comes to the rainy season, I can't eat enough for a few days."

"By the way, it was also raining when my mother left."

Lin Qingqian raised her head, looked at the child's face calmly telling the story, and touched the corners of her eyes, which were a little moist.

The child smiled, "So, Lin Qingqian, look, it's just a story."

"Thank you." Lin Qing said in a hoarse voice.

"No need," the child broke away from Lin Qingqian's embrace, stood up and stretched, "I'm going to wash up?"

"Well," Lin Qingqian first smiled, and then his face returned to seriousness.She nodded, and spoke first: "The water heater downstairs is good. I just called someone to check it a few days ago. You can go to bed after washing and go to bed early. The guest room has been rearranged according to your habits. You should would like it."

Song Qingyue's face instantly turned into a bitter gourd, he felt wronged and called out the woman's name: "Lin Qingqian~"

The ending sound was picked up, which tickled Lin Qingqian's heart.But her expression remained unchanged, she stood up, stretched her body, and walked upstairs.

The child made a grimace at her back with resentment, then narrowed his eyes and began to think, and soon, her eyes lit up.Da da da ran into the guest room to get the clothes, da da da ran upstairs again.

When Lin Qingqian came out of the bathroom, she saw a child who had been sitting on her bed obediently for an unknown amount of time.There was a secret smile on the corner of her mouth, and she said seriously: "The water heater underneath is really not broken."

The child stood up, with tears in his eyes, and threw himself into Lin Qingqian's arms, clasping her waist and refusing to let go.She lightly rubbed Lin Qingqian's cheek, and said aggrievedly: "Lin Qingqian, I'm afraid alone."

Lin Qingqian was a little speechless, and laughed angrily: "Scared at such a big person? It's not like I'm not at home."

"I'm afraid of the rain." The child said sullenly.

Thinking of the story the child told just now, Lin Qingqian was slightly moved, touched Song Qingyue's hair, pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, "Then you can wash it here," she regretted after finishing speaking, and hastily added , "Go to bed after washing."

Song Qingyue hummed softly, carried the clothes into the bathroom.Lin Qingqian looked back at the child's back, and began to wonder if her refusal was too straightforward.

There was still steam in the bathroom, the child took off his clothes one by one, thinking that Lin Qingqian was doing this in the same place just now, his face burned a little, as if someone was watching.

Turning on the faucet, the hot water slid from the tip of the hair, slid over the beautiful butterfly bone, slid over the tight waist, slid over the rounded arc with distinct curves, slid over the straight and slender legs, and finally splashed a small splash on the ground.

Song Qingyue's eyes were a little blurred: What she told Lin Qingqian was actually a beautified story. In fact, that man, her biological father, was even more hateful than what she described.

For example, when his parents were buried, Lin Zhiyin sent someone to come, but he didn't come.

He seems to be trying to separate himself from the past in this way. On the outside, he is still Mu Dong, the son-in-law of the Lin family, not the big boy with a row of white teeth and dewdrops on his face more than ten years ago. .

Listening to the sound of the dripping rain outside the window, and recalling the man's face, she actually felt a little scared.So Wei Wei called out: "Lin Qingqian?"

The bathroom is well insulated, so naturally no sound responded to her fear.

The sound of the rain is like those whispers heard in childhood: "Look, this child beat her grandparents to death, and now she is going to kill her grandparents."

"Yo, his father is not a thing, what kind of good seeds can he produce?"

The past swept in like a tide, almost engulfing her.

Her voice became louder, and she shouted anxiously: "Lin Qingqian!"

"What's the matter?" The woman pushed the door open, then quickly turned her back to her, and whispered through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, "I'm here."

It seems that the gloomy world suddenly cleared up.

Lin Qingqian heard the child's trembling voice: "Lin Qingqian, please don't leave."

Her heart suddenly became soft, and she said softly, "Okay."

The child's face was burning, and there was only a layer of frosted glass between them, which could cast a shadow.

She clearly saw that Lin Qingqian's back was facing her, and she didn't know that the happiness in her heart was still a little uncomfortable.She finished washing quickly, put on a quick-drying cap, opened the frosted glass door, called the woman's name, and threw herself on Lin Qingqian.

She really couldn't do without that voice that was always gentle to her.

It's just that the child who came out in a hurry forgot a very important thing - the ground is wet and slippery.

So that call became: "Lin Qing (pick up the ending sound) Qian (broken sound)!"

Lin Qingqian reacted so quickly, she turned around and supported the child.

Well, it just doesn't feel right?

Seems a little too full?

The silk nightgown feels light and smooth to the touch, and the child just got out of the bath, and the thin layer of nightgown is enough to feel the heat of her skin.

She held the child's waist with one arm, and the angle of the other hand was not calculated correctly, and it went down by about 20cm.

Looking down, he saw the child's angry face.

The child's face was already red from the steam in the bathroom, and she hammered Lin Qingqian's shoulder: "Let go of me!"

Lin Qingqian obediently let go, and the child who didn't hold Lin Qingqian tightly sat down on the ground with a plop, and clapped her buttocks that had been smashed into eight petals.

Why did he have to suffer this miserable crime for two nights in a row? The child couldn't figure it out, and angrily called the woman's name: "Lin Qingqian!"

Lin Qingqian was naturally guilty, and asked in a low voice, "Shall I rub it for you later?"

She accurately held the jiojio that was kicking towards her, accompanied by the child's angry face, "Didn't you take advantage of it just now?"

Lin Qingqian muttered: "Yesterday he still teased me in the same way."

She quickly caught another jiojio flying from the sky, smiled, and simply put one arm around the child's leg, and the other hand around the back.

"Hey, you can't afford... me." The child wrapped his arms around Lin Qingqian's neck, looked in shock at Lin Qingqian who easily picked her princess up, and started talking nonsense: "Lin Qingqian , have you practiced before?"

"It's because you're too thin." Mr. Xiao Lin put the child on the bed, stretched out his hands and pulled it, turning the child over, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

The child's face poked out from under the quilt, and looked at Lin Qingqian weakly: "What if I say it still hurts?"

Lin Qingqian said honestly, "There is safflower oil at home."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." The child quickly rolled into the quilt and lay on the bed, unable to get up. He poked his head out to look at Lin Qingqian, and said the most daring thing in the most cowardly tone, "Can I stay here tonight?"

Lin Qingqian looked at the child's watery eyes, nodded helplessly, but stretched out his hand, took the child out of the quilt, put it on his lap, got a hair dryer from somewhere, "Old rules, blow your hair. "

The child rubbed against her arms and acted like a baby: "Old rules, help me."

Lin Qingqian complained angrily and amusingly: "Who is chasing whom?" While talking, she took off the child's quick-drying cap, and inserted her fingers into the child's slightly damp hair.

The child flattered and said to her, "I'm chasing you," she said courteously, "Does this guest need any service later? We provide various services such as shoulder-shrinking, leg-kneading, and back-sleeping. Do you want a cup?" Do you want black tea or a cup of coffee or me? Ah, what are you doing?"

Lin Qingqian easily lifted the child up, changed the direction, let her sit on her lap with her back facing her, with a suppressed smile on her face, and her words were very serious: "You are too noisy."

"Hmph, I don't talk so much in front of others." The child muttered, resting her chin on her hands, suddenly she remembered something, and pushed Lin Qingqian back, "I won't be sleeping at home tomorrow."

Lin Qingqian was a little surprised, "What? Isn't tomorrow Saturday?",

The child let out a long sigh, "The teacher of our university's basic computer course was on a business trip last week, so I picked a time to make up the class."

"That's it," Lin Qingqian murmured, touched the child's almost-dried hair, quickly put away the hair dryer, clasped the child's waist, and rolled into the quilt.

Time must be cherished.

"Lin Qingqian," the child looked at her with eyes open, "come here a little bit."

She moved closer, her lips parted slightly.

Then the child's lips were printed on it lightly, without a trace of passion or desire.

"Good night, Lin Qingqian."

Lin Qingqian looked at the child who had closed her eyes, leaned over, and pressed her lips, "Good night, little guy."

Both of them knew well that the only thing preventing them from being together was actually that one household registration book.

At most one and a half months, we can wait until spring.

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【Qingyue, where are you?Dajiji has classes in another building! 】

【At the door! 】Song Qingyue stepped into the classroom and sat down obediently. The teacher is a fairly young girl who usually turns a blind eye to her eyes. At this time, she pretended not to see Song Qingyue and began to lecture calmly.

"Students, turn the book to Chapter [-]. In this lesson, we will learn to set the properties of folders, such as read-only and hidden properties..."