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Tang Qing also took the bag in Tangtang's hand.

Afterwards, that beautiful sweet potato was handed in front of Tangtang.

Tang Tang was surprised and didn't respond for a while.

The boss bit his cigarette butt, and grinned: "Just now you looked back at me every step of the way, are you happy now, your sister bought it for you."

sister.

Tang Qing also moved slightly, but did not refute.

The cohabitant is only a little shorter than her, but Tang Tang is now less than 1.6 meters, and her face looks small.

What's more, the cohabitant once called her senior sister for so long.

Tang Tang couldn't answer even more, she took the paper bag in a daze.

"Thank you..." Tangtang realized something later, her eyes were soft and hot, dripping with honey, she whispered, "Sister."

Tang Tang followed Tang Qingyi step by step.

She suddenly thought of the child who was holding her sister and acting like a baby.

The child cried and cried for a long time, and the elder sister had no choice but to satisfy her with anger and laughter.

And she... She followed Tang Qingyi obediently, and was rewarded by her sister.

"Tangtang?" Tang Qing also noticed that the girl was walking slower and slower.

She turned her head and saw Tang Tang with her head down, holding the sweet potato like a baby, fiddled with the paper bag with her fingers from time to time.

"Tang Qingyi." She quickly met Tang Qingyi's gaze and responded in time.

She called softly, her voice was pure and thin, with a happy ending.

The eyes are shining, and in the sunlight of early winter, they have extremely high transparency, clean and clear, and accommodate Tang Qingyi.

The girl just stood beside the sparse tall trees beside the street, with the soft light lying on her shoulders.

As the wind blows, the leaves rustle at her feet, piled up with the tenderness of late autumn.

.

The sweet potato ended up being shared between the two.

The golden yellow flesh is so warm and sweet that it is so hot that people stick out their tongues.

Tang Qing also put the micro landscape aside at will, and unpacked the glass jar.

"Tang Qingyi, what kind of micro landscape do you want to make?" the girl asked.

Tang Qingyi paused.

Her fingertips touched the cursive English on the glass jar, she subconsciously traced it, and responded lazily: "Let's talk about it."

The two glass jars were then put away by Tang Tang in the cabinet, quietly shelving, no one cares about them.

Tin City is gentle and affectionate, and even the cold early winter is softly filled with rain.

The rain was dragged by the wind, hung on the treetops, and shyly fell on the edge of the window.

Sitting by the bed, Tang Tang helped Tang Qing also comb her hair carefully.

Tang Qing also felt the softness and pulse of the girl's fingertips.

She casually took the square box placed on the bedside table and shook it.

The lid came off and several pieces of origami fell to the floor.

"It's full." Tang Qing also said.

She calmly watched the girl pick up the paper crane in a panic, pinching the crimson origami with her thin white fingers.

Tang Tang looked at the square box in her hand helplessly, as if she didn't understand how she could be like this even though she was already very careful.

Tang Tang's square box was placed beside his bed by Tang Qing.

When the girl asked her shyly and softly, she looked cold, and only said that since it was a gift, it would be good to put it in a conspicuous place.

Later, when Tangtang put the new paper cranes in the box, Tang Qingyi bumped into him several times.

Tang Qing was also noncommittal, so Tang Tang endured his shame as acquiescence.

"Too much." Tang Qing also flipped the origami lightly.

Tangtang raised her heart, breathing very lightly, so lightly that she couldn't hear it.

Too much.

Would Tang Qing also think it was redundant?

"I can--"

With a little more care, it will be well placed and a new container will be found.

So... can you not throw it away.

"—Before...I bought two glass jars at home." Almost at the same moment, Tang Qingyi spoke casually.

Her gaze fell on Tangtang's already angry eyelashes and her eyes that widened suddenly.

Beautiful eyes, so moist that people want to kiss them.

"It's too wasteful to be idle." Tang Qing also lowered his eyes.

She touched a piece of origami with her fingertips, and looked at it intently for a while, the handwriting soaked in love seemed to moisten the paper, and it was burned on her fingertips.

burn.

She turned her face to look at Tang Tang, her nightgown slipped down to her elbows, revealing her smooth and white wrists.

Tang Qing also seemed to think about it for a while: "It just so happens, we have one for each of us."

Tangtang held her breath, her eyelashes trembling violently.

"Tang Qingyi..." Weeping repressedly.

Tang Qing also looked at her with a gentle voice: "Tang Tang, I will also give you a paper crane every day."

"Send you... a blessing."

Tang Qing also had a lackluster memory.

Barren, boring, deserted.

The existence of Tang Tang is a rare warm color in this memory, vigorous and lively, which connects the last tenderness, so that she will not be too bad.

Those love words left in the lonely time are silent and passionate.

Quiet, pious, soft.

Even the smallest fragments are worth cherishing.

And Tang Qingyi, in the wrong time trap, just remembered and slowly picked up those stars, held them in his palm, and listened carefully.

She learns to respond.

Chapter 31

Glass jars are placed in the living room.

Standing at the entrance, you can see it at a glance.

When the girl was holding the glass jar, she still had some shyness on her face, and she asked softly, "Tang Qingyi, do you really want to put it here?"