I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian worriedly.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, and the sunlight coming in through the airplane window printed on her face, making her skin look cold and white and transparent.She stretched out her hands tiredly to rub the center of her brows, closed her eyes, and her whole body exuded a heavy twilight energy, as if she would never open her eyes again in the next second and fall into a long sleep.

"Lin Qingqian, may I accompany you to the back to sleep for a while?" Song Qingyue looked at the couch that can be turned into a double bed at the rear of the cabin, "You are in this state, even Uncle Lin...your father will understand It hurts."

"I'm fine." Lin Qingqian opened her eyes and shook her head, and smiled at Song Qingyue, "I just didn't sleep well after listening to the story last night." She stared at the frowning child in front of her, reached out and pressed her frowning With tight eyebrows, he said to her gently, "It's only three hours, it will be there soon, there is no need."

They were on Lin Zhiyin's Bombardier 6000, flying from S city to Tianfu.It was the November holiday, and there were a lot of tourists going out for fun. The current state of the two of them and what they were going to do determined that they were not suitable for appearing in public, so they took Lin Zhiyin's private jet to fly this trip.

"It will take a long time to get to Tianfu." Song Qingyue took Lin Qingqian's hand on his eyebrows, turned his wrist, and clasped it in his palm. The two of them clasped their fingers tightly, "You should sleep for a while." ,Did you not close your eyes all night last night?"

Even she, hearing the full story, was so shocked that she couldn't sleep until dawn, let alone the person involved.

She looked at Lin Qingqian worriedly: she had never seen Lin Qingqian so weak, like a piece of delicate porcelain, which might break at any time.

Song Qingyue was stubborn once in a while, and called the flight attendant: "Put down the couch at the back."

The flight attendant bowed slightly—their flight crew was also an old man who had been with Lin Zhiyin for a long time, so they naturally knew Song Qingyue's identity.Knowing the reason not to say what should not be said, at most I muttered a few words in my heart: The relationship between Mr. Xiao Lin and Miss Yue seems to be really good, no wonder there are always rumors about the two of them.

But why don't the two always clarify?

Lin Qingqian couldn't hold back the child, so she got up helplessly, lay down on the couch, asked for a steam eye mask and a blanket, and squinted her eyes to rest.

Song Qingyue sat aside, held her hand tightly, and looked at her face tenderly.

Listening to the dull sound of the engine, Lin Qingqian was filled with restlessness for no reason.

Bombardier is famous for its noise reduction, but she was not in the right state today, and she had to cheer up to "meet" her father, so even a small voice could not be tolerated.

The child held her hand a little harder, and leaned closer to her ear, "It's okay, I'm here."

She beckoned, asked for another pair of noise-proof earplugs, and put them on for Lin Qingqian.

useless.Lin Qingqian sighed in his heart, and the ninja felt restless, pulled off the steam mask, looked at Song Qingyue, and said, "Come up."

Song Qingyue pointed to himself, raised his eyebrows and questioned.

Lin Qing nodded, suddenly removed all the armor, and said with a fragile expression, "Let me hug you for a while."

The child saw the bloodshot eyes in her eyes, and his heart twitched fiercely. He took off his shoes and went to bed, and lay down with Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian retracted into Song Qingyue's arms, even though she had nowhere to rest her long arms and legs, she stubbornly squeezed into the arms of the people around her.Song Qingyue hugged Lin Qingqian tightly and looked around. No one in the crew was looking at them, so he gently kissed Lin Qingqian on the forehead: "Go to sleep."

Lin Qingqian tightly grabbed Song Qingyue's collared clothes, sniffing the unrestrained sunshine that belonged to young people on her body, as if this could wash away her stagnation.She finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Song Qingyue stretched out his hand to smooth Lin Qingqian's frowning brows little by little, and sighed softly.

It doesn't seem like a good dream.

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Lin Qingqian knew that she was in a dream.Because she was sitting in a spacious and comfortable seat like watching a 3D movie, and the "screen" in front of her was the picture of Lin Zhiyin, herself and the child last night.

Listening to the story once is enough to torture yourself, do you want to do it again?

She smiled wryly, this kind of lucid dream has no effect of rest.

But the dream doesn't seem to shift at her will.She could only lean on the seat and watch the "playback" honestly.

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"Are you back?" When the two of them entered the door, Lin Zhiyin was wearing gardening overalls and leisurely pruning the shrubs in the garden. He didn't look like the chairman of a group worth hundreds of billions of dollars, but seemed to be everywhere in the park. of ordinary citizens walking their dogs.She raised her eyes and glanced at the two people standing side by side, beckoning them to sit down first. "I'll come over when I'm done with this."

Song Qingyue was a little nervous—from Lin Zhiyin's attitude, it seemed that she still didn't know the relationship between the two.

But still couldn't help trembling.

Lin Qingqian clasped her wrist, and said softly, "Use your acting skills, don't be afraid."

They are the Queen of Shadows.But they didn't come back this time to confess to Lin Zhiyin, it's not the time, they have to take things one by one slowly, first listen to the story before talking about it.

Lin Zhiyin handed the gardening scissors to the servant beside her, washed her hands aside, sat down in front of the two of them, and made a pot of tea for them: "Are you reconciled?"

The two were stunned, but it was Lin Qingqian who came to his senses first and nodded, "It's reconciled."

"Well, I think you guys are on good terms now on Hot Search." Lin Zhiyin signaled the two of them to drink tea, "Qingyue learned from Qingqian's company?"

At this moment, Song Qingyue also understood: It's not that Lin Zhiyin didn't watch the trending searches, but he just had a preconceived feeling that the two had resumed a normal sister relationship.

She nodded, "Well, I've been her personal secretary for a day."

Lin Zhiyin asked with great interest, "Have you learned anything?"

Lin Qingqian interrupted: "It's just some work of serving tea and water, take your time, there is no rush."

Lin Zhiyin smiled, and did not dwell on this issue. Instead, he said kindly to Lin Qingqian: "The Xie family did a good job. The current head of the Xie family, Xie Laosi, has already called me to apologize. That's right, I passed the blame to a junior. Don't pursue it for the time being, after all, there is no evidence, after all, holding Wang Bo in his hand is more deterrent than throwing it on the poker table."

Lin Qingqian nodded, "I understand."

Lin Zhiyin smiled. She is still very satisfied with this heir, no worse than when she was young: "Tomorrow, the Public Security Bureau will be on duty for half a day. You should bring your documents and go through the formalities of separating and registering household registration. This afternoon..."

Lin Qingqian interrupted in surprise, and said half-jokingly: "Mom, is this going to drive me out of the house?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Zhiyin shot her a reproachful look, "Now you have full capacity for civil conduct, a fixed income, and a legal and stable residence. What are you still doing at home?"

"Okay," Lin Qing shrugged, and then became serious, "Is it related to my father...my biological father?"

Lin Zhiyin nodded, "Yes, I just wanted to say that I have submitted an application to the bureau for a private jet to fly to Tianfu, and you can fly there tomorrow afternoon to visit your father." Her face was soft and full of concern Mian, "so let you go through the formalities, don't go as my daughter."

Lin Qingqian is a person who pays attention to the sense of ritual, probably because of Lin Zhiyin's influence - she is a very particular person.Just like asking Lin Qingqian to go through the formalities this time.

Lin Qing nodded, and then looked towards the sky with some surprise, "Today, the burning cloud is quite different." Indeed, the cloud burned along the sky like it was being torn apart, and it was impossible to see it at a glance. the end.Either it's as thin as a veil and fluttering, or it's so full of a large piece, thick and depressing, and the color is so intense that it can't be melted, it's blood-like.

Lin Zhiyin turned her head to look at the words, and then she was in a daze. She lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.Not long after, he raised his head to look at the two of them again—to be more precise, he looked at Lin Qingqian, and asked meaningfully, "You should have guessed something about your father."

Lin Qingqian nodded, "If I'm not wrong, he should be a policeman? He must be an anti-narcotics policeman. He probably died during a cross-border pursuit." There is no record of the death on the China-Myanmar border in China, and even his family members can't find it. When she saw one, she couldn't think of other possibilities except for the anti-narcotics police who were fighting on the hidden front to protect their identities.

Lin Zhiyin nodded, "Actually, it's almost there, but I know you must have doubts. Although some things have been declassified, I can only tell you. What do you want to know?"

Lin Qingqian thought for a while, and asked a question that neither of them thought of, "Is he an illegitimate child?"

"Ha," Lin Zhiyin laughed, "In this case, let me start from the beginning. Although this is the dark history of the old man, it is not something shady."

"You also know that our Lin family came from Sichuan and Shu. Although we haven't been back much in the past few years, our roots are still there." Lin Zhiyin fell into memories and said casually, "I remember that the forest was also destroyed. The higher-ups have shared the task of poverty alleviation, and it would be nice to go back and have a look at that time.”

"Well, your grandfather is from Sichuan, but your grandma...sorry, his wife is not, she is from southern Guangdong. The two of them are typical self-made people. They boarded the big ship of reform and opening up and laid down Lin's current foundation. They are both husband and wife and comrades-in-arms, and their relationship has always been very good."

Song Qingyue couldn't help interrupting Lin Zhiyin's words, probably because his own birth was more or less related to the word "illegitimate child", "Then why are there still illegitimate children?"

Lin Zhiyin shook his head helplessly, "It's a bloody accident. The old man has a child relative in his hometown. Although he has made it clear long ago, the two of them have been friends since they were young. It is impossible to have no relationship. Once when the old man went back to his hometown to visit relatives, he drank a little too much, and he couldn't suppress his feelings after drinking, so he went to bed in a daze. Then there was your father. "

"The old man was very conflicted when he learned about this matter. No matter how good his relationship with him was, his wife couldn't bear this kind of thing and almost divorced. But the old man promised not to take the child, that is, your father back. After returning home, it finally calmed down for the time being."

"But your grandma is also a strange woman. She refused the old man's alimony and brought up your father alone. Although the old man promised not to take your father home, she is the flesh and blood of the Lin family and has been paying attention to his growth. Over time , his wife looked at your grandma's hard work—at that time, single mothers would be poked in the back, and gradually began to have a little admiration. So when... I was probably? That year, during the Spring Festival, your father came Visited the Lin family once. It was also at that time that I knew I had a younger brother."

She didn't say one thing.

She was very happy at the time.Probably because some secret needs in my heart have been resolved, and an unsolvable question suddenly has an answer.

"By the way, the old man took your father's name, Lin Zhide, you should already know it."

"Your father is very competitive and his grades are very good. The college entrance examination can pass the score of Qingbei, but he applied to the police academy. Probably because the police is his dream."

"At that time, the old man was against it. He hoped that your father could try to engage in scientific research, and even go to China Foreign Affairs University to become a diplomat. Your father's English level is still good until now, probably because of some talent."

"But he became a policeman in the end." Lin Qingqian frowned and shook his head.

She doesn't think it's worth it.

"That's right, although the old man objected, he owed your father too much. In the end, he had to agree with him. At most, he should use some connections and not let him go to a dangerous position. But I don't know why, but he finally went. The most dangerous anti-narcotics brigade. The old man sold several favors, but he couldn't stop him. I don't know why this kid is so stubborn. "

Lin Qingqian also expressed her incomprehension, but Song Qingyue suddenly opened her mouth: "It's rebellion." Seeing that both of them were looking at her, she said nervously, "Uncle Lin probably knew that he had a father who was not seen well since he was a child." Well, it's enough if he doesn't hate the old man, how could he really obey the old man's way? Probably the more the old man stops him, the more he will go."

Lin Zhiyin froze for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, "Although it sounds childish and stupid, it should still be possible."

Lin Qingqian agreed.

Song Qingyue looked at the two of them, and said in surprise, "Aunt Lin, don't tell me you never thought of this reason?!"

It's not something hard to think of.

Lin Zhiyin and Lin Qingqian looked at each other, then shook their heads regretfully, "Really not, don't say I didn't, the old man thought about it for three days and three nights and couldn't connect."

Song Qingyue looked at the two of them like a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, and then she reacted and muttered: "Probably because you are too rational, you don't think it is necessary to do such a thing of no benefit or benefit. I am I can understand Uncle Lin's mood."

Or this is a common problem among businessmen, who measure everything with their interests.But a man who was brought up by a single mother may always have a little more softness and sensibility in his heart.

Lin Zhiyin was in a daze for a moment - there was such a person who said this to herself before.

But soon she came to her senses, smiled and said to Song Qingyue, "Talk to Lin Qingqian more about these things." There was a little reminiscence of the past in her eyes, "I don't care. If she continues like this, she may get married in the future." Not even married."

The hands of the two hidden under the table clasped together like frightened rabbits, but they realized that the occasion was wrong, so they separated soon.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiyin seemed to be caught in some kind of meeting and didn't notice the small movements of the two of them.

She continued to tell the story, "Your father is very talented. After working in the anti-drug brigade for several years, he solved several serious drug trafficking cases. Anti-drug police are the most dangerous type of police, so they are also the type of police that do not care about seniority and promotion. , Your father made one first-class merit and two third-class merits in five years, which can be regarded as a rocket promotion. Drug dealers fear him and call him the 'King of Hell'."

"About 25 years ago, he married your mother. The two were very affectionate, but unfortunately, when you were born, your mother died of hemorrhage and dystocia."

"Then why is he still on the front line?" Lin Qingqian was very surprised. "There should be arrangements for the anti-drug team members who have children at home and only have the ability to support them. He won't be allowed to go to the front line."

"It's because he found clues to a major transnational case, and he planned to do logistics after finishing that case."

Song Qingyue felt that Lin Qingqian's mood was very strange - she muttered to herself: "It's nothing to set a death flag."

"And then?" she continued.

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Sitting in front of the "screen", Lin Qingqian closed her eyes, trembling slightly, and said in her mouth: "Don't look, don't look, don't look."

But the content of the "screen" in front of her is not transferred by her will.

Lin Zhiyin silently took out a photo, "He is dead, this is a photo sent by an arrogant drug dealer."

Lin Qingqian closed her eyes in pain, but the contents of the photo were still printed on her retina.

She trembled.

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"Lin Qingqian! Wake up!" Song Qingyue anxiously looked at Lin Qingqian, who had an abnormally rosy face, murmured something, and kept trembling as she squeezed into her arms, calling out to her name.

After Song Qingyue kept shouting for more than ten minutes, and even the crew members came over with first aid kits, Lin Qingqian finally woke up slowly.

She stared blankly at Song Qingyue, whose voice was hoarse, and suddenly closed her eyes, hugged the child tightly, and whispered softly in her ear, "Thank you."

"Having a nightmare?" Song Qingyue signaled the crew to take down the first-aid kit, patted Lin Qingqian's back lightly, and coaxed softly, "It's okay, I'm always here."

Lin Qingqian's voice was low, as if she was about to cry, "You will always be here, you promise."

"I promise."

Song Qingyue thought about it.

Maybe Lin Qingqian dreamed about last night?

She also thought of that photo and shivered.

Lin Qingqian quickly recovered her shrewd and indifferent appearance, and asked the crew: "How long is it?"

"There are still more than ten minutes, Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin has arranged the car and hotel for you. It is near the cemetery. You can go to see the flag raising."

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"Lin Qingqian, stop drinking." Song Qingyue angrily snatched the cup from her hand.

Lin Qingqian has been drinking since the two of them got off the plane and drove for more than an hour to check in.

Lin Zhiyin booked a suite for the two of them, which saved her from sneaking into Lin Qingqian's room by sneaking under surveillance.

There was mist in Lin Qingqian's eyes, she looked at Song Qingyue, and fawningly grabbed the corner of her clothes, "Let me have another drink."

Song Qingyue put the cup aside, sat down beside Lin Qingqian, held her tightly in his arms, and said softly, "Uncle Lin wouldn't want to see you like this."

Lin Qingqian leaned on Song Qingyue's shoulder and said softly, "But I can't sleep."

As soon as she closed her eyes, the tragedy in that photo appeared before her eyes again.

Song Qingyue had no choice but to gently cover Lin Qingqian's lips, coaxing softly, "Don't think about those, think about me."

She was very glad that she asked Lin Zhiyin to accompany her, otherwise Lin Qingqian might not be able to last tonight with her extremely poor mental state.

Lin Qingqian let the woman kiss her, stared blankly at the movements of the child on her body, neither resisting nor pandering to her.

Song Qingyue raised his head, trying to make Lin Qingqian feel better by joking, "If you play the first version of Chen Yingfeng in this state, Director Li will definitely praise you to the sky."

Lin Qingqian raised the corners of her lips and smiled amiably.

Song Qingyue's heart throbbed in pain, but there was nothing he could do.

She was about to cry.

Lin Qingqian looked at her face that was about to cry, and smiled, "I haven't cried yet, why are you crying?" She slowly stroked the child's face in the dark, touching every part of the person's body carefully. An inch of skin seems to want to remember firmly.

Until her hand slipped to the back of the child's head, and then her eyes fixed, she turned over, pressed the child under her body, and kissed him.

Rude and crazy, he bit the child's lip with both lips and teeth.

Song Qingyue straightened his body and let her vent.

The kiss came and went quickly, Lin Qingqian leaned her head on Song Qingyue's shoulder and did not move.

Song Qingyue stroked her back lightly, and said softly, "Cry if you want to."

The woman next to her couldn't stop sobbing first, and then howled loudly.

Warm tears soaked her shoulders.

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"Feeling alright?" Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian, "The flag will be raised soon."

Lin Qingqian fell asleep after crying last night. Although she still looked pale, she was much better than before.

Lin Qingqian turned to look at her and nodded, "It's okay." Even though she was wearing a mask, Song Qingyue could see the guilt in her eyes, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

She bit her much harder than when the child bit herself in "The Lone Wolf", and she didn't deal with it in time last night, so she woke up this morning and looked swollen.

Song Qingyue smiled, "It's all right."

Wearing masks and hats, the two stood on the square of the Martyrs Cemetery, waiting quietly.

There were not many people waiting in the square, but they didn't speak much, like a group of silent sculptures, standing together in black.

The national flag guard came over tall and straight and stood in front of the flag pole.

Soon, the solemn national anthem sounded.The two took off their hats and watched as the national flag rose to its highest point and fluttered from the top of the flagpole.

The rising sun dyed the clouds in the sky red.

The two walked up.Looking at the rows of unnamed white tombstones standing solemnly in the pine forest, just like they stood solemnly when they were alive.

Lin Zhide's tomb has no name, and we can only find a rough interval through time.

Lin Qingqian walked slowly until she saw a yellow cauliflower butterfly in front of a tombstone.

She subconsciously stopped and looked over there.

The cauliflower butterfly flew towards her leisurely, hovered around her twice, and flew away.

She looked at the tomb silently and walked over.

"It's this?" Song Qingyue's muffled voice came from under the mask.

Lin Qing nodded, "I think so." She looked at the unnamed white tombstone, slowly reached out, touched it, and then retracted her hand as if it was burned.

Some intuition told her that this was it.

Lin Zhide's appearance in police uniform appeared in front of her eyes—his appearance followed his mother's and his own grandmother's, with soft brows, quick eyes, and a good figure that has been exercising all year round. He is definitely a handsome guy.

He was only 27 years old when he died.

The years were frozen on him - in a brutal way.

Last night, Lin Zhiyin said with emotion: "I actually like this younger brother. He likes me very much. We became friends during that Spring Festival, as if he grew up with me. Who would have thought that he would be better than me?" I'll go first." There was a trace of sadness in his tone.

Jun is in the mud of the spring, and I am covered with snow in the world.

Lin Qingqian remembered the last photo that Lin Zhiyin gave her.

Lin Zhide was tied to a tree in a weird posture, almost all his ribs were broken, and his limbs were hanging down weakly, probably also broken.The tongue was cut off, and the dignity of the man was also cut off. A red-hot wire hook was pierced through his collarbone. Ten fingers were chopped off one by one. It has been trickling.Several arrogant drug dealers were burning his wound fiercely with cigarette butts, and some were holding pepper water.

But his eyes, his eyes were angry and unyielding.The eyes are obviously soft and beautiful, but they are bold and heroic.

She said softly: "You know, I can only come to see you today because the boss you killed was involved in an assassination case of a foreign leader and was forced to join the confidential file."

"Why are you so stupid, you insist on confronting the old man, look, die."

"I have to see you now."

"It's fine if you insist on confronting the old man. Have you ever thought about me? If the old man hadn't told me to take me back to the Lin family, I..."

She choked up.

Lin Zhiyin, Lin Zhide, these two names were chosen by the old man.

From the name, you can see the old man's expectations for the two children.

Lin Zhiyin, the voice of the forest. "The big sound has no sound, but the elephant has no shape."

There is no sound in the forest, only when the wind blows, it makes rustling music;

The virtue of the forest, the virtue of the forest.Conceive all things without saying a word.

Becoming the home of small animals, watching the small animals grow happily on themselves, the forest probably also smiles.

She turned her head to look at the square of the Martyrs Cemetery, where there were children flying kites.

The laughter spread far and wide.

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"Do you feel better?" The two returned to the hotel, and Lin Qingqian applied medicine to the child.

"Well, it doesn't hurt very much." The child nodded.

There was guilt in Lin Qingqian's eyes, "Sorry, I've lost control of my emotions these days."

In fact, she didn't know why she was like this—she had traveled through time, but after listening to the story, her heart was filled with surging sadness.

As Song Qingyue said, both she and Lin Zhiyin were people who only cared about their own interests, and such intense sadness caught her off guard.

"Lin Qingqian, I want to correct something about you." After being drugged, the child stood up and looked at Lin Qingqian.

"Do you think Uncle Lin's actions are stupid?"

Lin Qingqian nodded silently, "He doesn't have to go on this path, whether it's scientific research, diplomacy, or finance—the old man won't give him any family fortune, and grandma finally let go, but He still chose this path of meaningless sacrifice."

Song Qingyue interrupted her almost urgently, and asked, "Do you think it's meaningless?"

"Then you must think that 'the first emperor's business was not halfway but the middle way collapsed' is meaningless, and that 'there are tens of thousands of large mansions in the world to shelter the world's poor and happy people' is meaningless, and that 'Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and family sacrifices Don't forget to tell Nai Weng' is meaningless. I feel that 'I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces, and I want to stay innocent in the world' is meaningless. I feel that 'the reforms of all countries are all formed by bloodshed. There is no one in China who bleeds because of the reforms. The reason why this country does not Chang. If you have it, please start with your descendants' meaningless."

"However, they are meaningful." Song Qingyue said word by word, "Those of us who are sitting on their bones, the ideological descendants, how can we think that it is meaningless for them to grope forward in the dark with a torch ?”

Lin Qingqian looked at her silently, wanting to say something.

Depending on where you are, when you look at things from different angles, you have different answers.

Children don't understand her persistence.

People who burn themselves to light up the world in the dark are respectable, but those who continue to walk alone in the dark and push the wheel of history to roll forward are even greater.

Those people are all dead.It is useless to be impassioned before death, only those who live are useful.

She opened her mouth several times, thinking of the kite on the cemetery square.

In the end, the hard-hearted heart suddenly softened, "You are right."

Only then did Song Qingyue feel happy, and ran up to Lin Qingqian, hugging her and not letting go.

"Lin Qingqian."

"Ok?"

"You have something on your mind in the future, you want to tell me." She looked at Lin Qingqian, "Although I still can't fully understand your thoughts, I will always stand by your side."

"By the way," she suddenly remembered something, her eyes were burning a little, "I haven't asked you seriously yet."

"What's the problem?" Lin Qingqian was a little surprised.

Song Qingyue's eyes were solemn and solemn, "Lin Qingqian, are you willing to be my girlfriend?"

The answer Lin Qingqian got last time was half-coaxed and half-deceived by the photo in the cowhide envelope, and she needed a formal answer.

Lin Qingqian watched the child ask this sentence with a serious expression - but her lips were swollen and high, a little funny.

She wanted to laugh and cry again.

"I'm boring and stuffy."

Song Qingyue kissed her lips lightly, "It's okay, I'll just take care of the fun."