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"Slap" lights off.

The field of vision darkens, like a small piece of sky that has collapsed, cut into various cracks by sporadic bright and dark light.

"So, don't worry about it." Tang Qingyi's words were soft and soft, with a gentleness that matched her temperament.

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Tang Qing also got into the private car, and the night passed by like floating light on the glass, outlining her eyebrows and eyes, and sifting them down carefully.

She put the book casually by her side.

The driver looked over from the rearview mirror, Tang Qing also raised his eyes, and he hurriedly looked away.

[I... I know. 】

Tang Qing also closed his eyes, recalling Tang Tang's expression.

Tangtang's eyes are even more beautiful when they are filled with tears, the ends of the eyes and the brows are fresh and bright.

[But you just helped me. 】

[It's a small conflict between classmates, and it hasn't risen to violence. Therefore, after trying to mediate, there will be no problem. The teachers think so. 】

Tang Qing also frowned.

[After two mediations, they even... I dare not tell the teacher anymore.After a while, they feel that it is not fun anymore, and they will let me go. 】

Tangtang burst into a smile, clean and stretched.

【do not worry. 】

Like glutinous rice dumplings rolled in powdered sugar, the female voice spoke one sentence after another, just listening to the fragments, it was too sweet to stick to the mouth.

【I'm Tangtang... If possible, can you tell me your name? 】

After not receiving a response for a long time, Tangtang's eyelashes immediately fell to her eyelids again, fluttering like a butterfly in distress.

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Tang Tang stood downstairs in the teaching building, and when Tang Qingyi's car could not be seen, she stretched out her five fingers and looked at it bit by bit in the dim light.

Her fingers were thin and straight, but the knuckles were calloused, and there were deep bruises on her teeth.

Tangtang remembered Tang Qingyi's, delicate and white, covered with a thin layer of skin, as delicate and moist as jade fat.

When the soft fingertips touched her, it was like a gentle peck.

Tang Tang was weak, her fingers were cold, she breathed a sigh of relief, she put her hands together, and the touch became hot again.

She tapped her warm palm with her finger.

Tiny jumps, like electricity, passed upwards from the fingertips.

"Tang Qingyi." She called out in a low voice.

"Tang Qingyi."

Tangtang stepped on a step.

"Tang Qingyi." Standard and clear.

【Can you tell me your name? 】

At that time, the quiet and upright girl stared at her for a while, telling her coldly like a vigilant cat who had only confirmed her safety.

"Tang Qingyi."

Obviously kind and caring.

When she told her story, Tang Qingyi's steps were half a beat slow, and he would secretly observe her expression.

When she said that the other party was the best person she had ever met, the girl's eyes fell on her lips, as if troubled.

Especially... Tang Tang showed a sad expression on purpose, unable to hide her surprise at Convenience, her eyelashes fluttering to cover up her slight bewilderment.

His cold expression paused, as if he would collapse into a blank puzzlement if he didn't concentrate.

——Obviously such a gentle person.

Longing roared in Tangtang's veins.

The patrolmen leave with flashlights.

The teaching area fell into darkness, dormant under the night.

In October, the evening wind was thin and cool, accompanied by the rustling of branches and leaves, hesitatingly passed through the corridor and wrapped around Tang Tang's fingertips.

She stood for a while and went back to the dormitory area.

in the bathroom.

The warm water flows down from the top of the hair, meets slightly at the tail, flows through the straight collarbone, and shallowly gathers into a small depression.

Tangtang's hands ran through her damp hair, tied and removed the black hair band over and over again.

She seemed to have finally got a toy that she couldn't put it down, and she was so happy that she didn't know what to do.

The long hair spreads on the slender back, the butterfly bones are thin and delicate, and the water drips down the heels.

【Tang Qingyi】

A muffled chuckle suddenly sounded amidst the sound of water.

Chapter 3

Tang Qing also stood barefoot on the carpet in the living room, staring at the painting hanging in the middle of the wall.

A piece of dead driftwood grows branches and tendrils in the light and mist, and slowly blooms bright red petals. The highly saturated tone makes people addicted.

【newborn】

It is her mother's work, and its market value has exceeded one million.

On the day Tang Qingyi graduated from middle school, she smashed this amazing thing into pieces, and threw it into the trash can together with the envelope of the admission letter.

Now this painting is meticulously framed and placed in the most conspicuous position of the house.

The sense of inversion of time and space spreads the gloomy cold air and condenses into sharp ice cones, piercing people's body with cold and blood.

"Miss, the supper is ready." The aunt who didn't know when to invite her, wearing an apron, called her softly.

"Thank you." After a long time, Tang Qing also looked up.

Half a point has no meaning of taking it.

The auntie sighed inwardly, and wanted to persuade her again, but she thought of her bad luck before, so she answered and went back to the room.

Tang Qing is also the youngest employer she has ever met, and he is also the most generous, easy to talk, but has a weird temper.

A girl who looks gentle and beautiful, it took a long time to realize that she is not popular at all.

But rich people... who knows.

Tang Qingyi's eyes followed the aunt's toes, and then retracted.

All of them have been familiar with each other for many years, and Tang Qingyi spent all of his youth here.

But the strong sense of disobedience and nausea swept and engulfed her like never before, and the burrs wriggled and climbed restlessly on the back of her neck.