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"I said, she is not troublesome, if there is nothing else, I will not send it away." Lu Qiong's voice was flat.Then he stopped paying attention to Tang Yi, and Tang Yi kept repeating that she was a patient.

She doesn't like such words.It may be deceiving herself, but she is happy that she and Xu Chenmu are together.

In front of Xu Chenmu, all my sensitivity and sharpness are just the writer's innate sentimentality, all the hallucinations are the imagination of the peak of art, and the gloomy emotions are the source of inspiration. They are just two people with different personalities. Then, She hypnotized herself saying that if she was a healthy person, she would really recover.

She didn't like Tang Yilai's aggressive attitude, as if he was the master, looking down on them.And Xu Chenmu seemed to be stabbed there, holding his arms alone, showing a very distressed expression.

That's what I had in my former self.

Someone once said to Xu Chenmu, "Hey, what are you looking for in her? She is crazy, weird, and often has hallucinations. You need to take care of her. What are you up to?" Hurry up and stay away from Xu Chenmu so as not to pollute his normal life.

Why do you use others to interfere in your own life.

She approached Xu Chenmu, but Xu Chenmu backed away in panic, bowed, smiled stiffly, then his face froze for a while, and after a while, a smile appeared: "I'm fine, he's gone ."

Lu Qiong didn't notice whether Tang Yi left or not: "Just treat what he said as fart."

She does get mad.

Xu Chenmu shook his head: "It's okay, I can't pretend that I didn't say it even if I said it."

"Huh?" Lu Qiong frowned, worried.

"Don't be angry, he's sick." Xu Chenmu patted her on the shoulder as if nothing happened to him, and comforted her with his head held high like he was dragged to two to five to eighty thousand.

Chapter 33 Tuesday: Beyond High Buildings

He knew it was a trap, but he still had to rush over it.

Unable to stand that kind of sarcasm, what is rare is that he actually admits it.

Xu Chenmu subconsciously felt that what she did was wrong, but after thinking about it, she was tormented by her own guilt while staying there, and she couldn't bring Lu Qiong any trouble.

According to Tang Yi, he lost his memory every day and forgot about Lu Qiong every day for more than ten days and half a month, and it was not ten days and a half months to stay at Lu Qiong's house with a shameless face.

She felt that she had caused trouble to Lu Qiong.

And - she seemed to realize that the relationship between her, Xu Chenmu, and Lu Qiong was not that simple.

So, is... lover...?

She stopped quickly, the brakes stopped her thoughts, and she felt more and more headaches. She stood on the curb and rubbed her face trying to wake up. No matter what the situation was, if she disappeared, disappeared, from Lu Qiong's life Cut out, and one can end the round.

Then--Lu Qiong's life will become much cleaner. Without such a dragging bottle like her, there will be a lot of personal space. Lu Qiong wants to travel, code words, receive parents, and When gathering with friends, there is no need to worry about the feelings of a person like her who can't remember anything, no need to carefully maintain a lot of assumptions in her mind, no need to carefully explain many things, and no need to bear the pain of being forgotten every day.

So it's her fault.

The most important thing in life is freedom. Without her, Lu Qiong would not be a kite hanging on a tree, but a bird soaring in the sky.

The feeling of being tied to each other is not very good, it seems that I have lost my freedom.

She didn't know why, she would think this way, and she couldn't help but feel that this assumption was right, but why did the tears betray her own thoughts, flowing down like a never-ending river, galloping down from the high mountain, sweeping across the rivers along the coast? Looking at the scenery, she felt that her face was washed in vain, and she was extremely sad when she thought about it.

Today, pretending to be indifferent, with a hippie smile as if he never cared what Tang Yi said, he asked three questions, and Lu Qiong said, do you really not mind?She replied, ah, I don't know what he said.

The silly expression made Lu Qiong seem to believe it was true. Lu Qiong was sleepy and looked very uncomfortable, so she urged her to rest and go to sleep, spread the bed and tucked in the quilt for her, and just got into it to warm herself before then. Warm the quilt and ask if you are comfortable. I will warm you up and cover you for a while if you are not feeling well.

Lu Qiong worked hard, she knew it, she looked at Lu Qiong lightly, when Lu Qiong talked to Tang Yi without a trace, she knew that Lu Qiong was a writer, a writer, was plagiarized, and coded at night, so, She knew that it was very tiring for Lu Qiong to take care of herself during the day.

After tucking in the corners of the quilt to make Lu Qiong sleep more comfortably, Lu Qiong raised her eyes, as gentle as water: "You are very strange today."

"Hey, how do I know what I looked like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday? Every day is the same. Since I don't remember it, why should I follow the previous track? Isn't it good that every day is different?" Spreading her hands, looking like a rascal, Lu Qiong laughed: "You are right, very good."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, it doesn't matter if you sleep a little longer." As she spoke, she patted the quilt, and Lu Qiong narrowed her eyes slightly: "Don't have any other thoughts."

"Hey, if you don't agree with me, I won't have any other ideas."

"Pfft." Lu Qiong smiled and closed her eyes, "Then I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, good night, ah no, good afternoon, have a good dream." Xu Chenmu hurriedly urged her to sleep.

"Xu Chenmu." Lu Qiong suddenly opened his eyes.

She wanted to run, but she was so frightened by Lu Qiong that she was sweating coldly: "What's wrong?"

"Don't care what Tang Yi said, he is very unreliable." Lu Qiong raised her eyes to look at her, and reached out her hand from under the quilt to touch her face. Touched, and then, the eyebrows were painted again.

That hand was cold and cold, and he touched her face bit by bit with nostalgia.

"It's okay, it's really okay." She felt her voice was rough, and she lowered her head, feeling that she was in the wrong, and she was clearly planning to leave Lu Qiong, so what's the difference between her performance here and deceit?The tears grew more and more, accumulated in the eye sockets, and were about to wet Lu Qiong's fingers, she hurriedly sucked her nose back.

"Come here." Lu Qiong spread out the quilt and patted the place beside her, "Come here."

Lu Qiong asked her to go to sleep, she panicked: "Oh, this is not good, it's too immodest, if you say go to bed, go to bed----"

"Don't think about it." Lu Qiong smiled, still persisted, and even half got up and pulled her into his arms.

So Xu Chenmu didn't resist anymore, leaned against her, turned his face to count Lu Qiong's eyelashes, kicked off his shoes and lay down under her quilt, Lu Qiong stretched his arms, and put the quilt on her body again.

She was stunned.

"Sleep." Lu Qiong made her intention clear in a concise manner.

Arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

She couldn't run away even if she wanted to, so she opened her eyes blankly, and Lu Qiong closed them safely, as if today's incident had just been revealed, but she couldn't forget it, as if it was branded on her body, deeply stimulated, stabbed With a knife, she had to run, and Lu Qiong noticed something that prevented her from going.

Lu Qiong was still tired, and she escaped quietly after falling asleep.

It wasn't until she walked downstairs in the community that she realized that she had forgotten Lu Qiong and the life around her. She didn't know that she didn't live here before, so she didn't even have the memory of life. Completely unfamiliar, it was more frightening than facing Tang Yi. She silently clutched her sleeves and walked on the street in a daze. Then, she plucked up her courage and walked to the gate of the community. There was a brick on the wall that was different. The three characters Sun Wukong were written on it, crooked. If she hadn't walked with her waist bent like being overwhelmed by a mountain, she wouldn't have seen these three characters.