who knows

In the dilapidated small garden, dozens of children gathered together to play in groups of three or four, and there were also groups of threes and twos who whispered together, laughed and laughed, and were innocent and innocent. The only out of place was the girl squatting alone in the corner.

Her stature was extremely petite, and she looked quite thin among this group of children. Her complexion was malnourished and pale, and the hair tied in a ponytail at the back of her head was also withered, yellow and forked, dull and dull.

When we get closer, we can see that the girl's eyebrows and eyes are very delicate, like a well-made doll, every stroke is carefully outlined, but the beauty is beautiful, the expression is dull and dull, after all, it lacks a bit of liveliness , Wrapped in plain old and ill-fitting clothes, Huaguang is no longer so noticeable.

But if you look at her, you can't help but be attracted by her eyes—the black eyes hidden under the slender eyelashes are like the most clear and flawless obsidian, which has precipitated the stars in the entire sky. Staring at it for a long time, like It seems to be able to take away people's souls.

"Look, that guy Qingkong is hiding in the corner by himself again!" The children around were whispering and talking, and the objects were always those aliens who didn't fit in.

"I just said, who else would play with her except for that sick girl!" It is said that people's words are scary, but sometimes, the meanness and viciousness of ignorant children are far greater than those of adults who know how to dress up with a high-sounding appearance, even That kind of irresponsible speculation is exactly the same with the greatest malice.

"But, the dean's mother likes her very much..."

"So what? Anyway, I hate her the most, she always looks self-righteous..."

"I hate her too! She's cold, always ignoring people..."

"Then, then I also...I hate her too..." Follow others' opinions, blindly follow the trend, children's hostility is always inexplicable and groundless, and places like orphanages teach children early on that they can't help themselves. Shadows hide innocence.

It's not that the girl who was isolated and hostile by the children didn't hear those hurtful words, but she just pretended to be indifferent, stood up, patted the dusty trouser legs, and slowly walked to a corner farther away from gossip .

It seems that if you can't hear or see, you can treat it as if it doesn't exist.

Who is that girl?Why did she feel so familiar?

What happened to the loneliness in my heart?

She wanted to rush to those children to stop those abuses and attacks, and to catch up with the girl and hold her in her arms to comfort her... However, the only thing she could do was to watch the picture being covered in a layer of haze and gradually fade away. go.

"Qingkong, do you really want to apply for medical school? You know, the school can't afford such a high tuition fee..." The unremarkable old woman kindly pulled the immature and beautiful girl, patiently Persuading him, his frowns concealed distress and embarrassment.

"Mother of the dean, don't worry, as long as you get the special scholarship from Y University." The girl patted the back of her hand reassuringly, and there was a bit of imperceptible stubbornness in the arc of Qiaoxiaoqianxi.

"Didn't Qingkong like design the most? How did you think of going to study medicine? Could it be... for me?" The young woman lying on the white hospital bed on the infusion asked with a wry smile——with picturesque eyebrows and a clear demeanor. Even a medical suit can't suppress the elegant and graceful demeanor.

"No, why do you think so," the younger girl tucked the quilt for her, covered the back of her cold hands, chuckled and shook her head, "Of course it's because doctors are respected and the money they earn A lot..."

——Only with enough money can we afford the huge medical expenses and the huge deficit of the orphanage.

It is said that teenagers don't know how to feel sad, but at this age, she has long been crushed by firewood, rice, oil, salt, busy running around to make a living, and has no leisure time for romance.

"I'm sorry, we've tried our best. Whether the patient can wake up depends entirely on her will to survive." The doctor in the white coat finished speaking lightly, turned around and left conveniently.

"Clear Sky, take her back to the hospital to take care of her. The doctor said she will become a vegetable and won't be able to wake up in the future... The hospital costs too much, we can't afford it..." The old woman said hoarsely to the girl with red eyes. Said.

"I can't cure her, so what's the use of me studying medicine? It's better to deal with the dead than to be perfunctory." The girl grew up to be a slim and beautiful woman, but she no longer smiled, and gave up her bright future regardless of persuasion. Switched from surgery to forensic medicine.

Shortly thereafter, while the police officers were performing their duties, something happened to the woman.

In the flames, the eyes were filled with red, the panic and pain seemed real, burning her skin, and the pain pulled her senses, as if she had really experienced that accident...

The images were intertwined and the pain spread. She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound, and her ears were buzzing. Something seemed to be blocked in her chest, which made her almost suffocate.

--no no no!

"Young master, young master, what's the matter with you?" Hearing a slight movement from inside, the maid who had been waiting for a long time immediately approached lightly, but she didn't dare to step forward to find out. Mantle, asked patiently over and over again, trying to wake up the master who seemed to be haunted by a nightmare.

"Don't, don't..." There was a slender figure curled up on the bed, and the Wanli voice could be heard as a young woman, and the hasty sobbing made people feel pity-but, no matter how anxious she was, the maid would still He didn't dare to take a step beyond the threshold, and went up to check without the owner's permission.

Her master is especially jealous of this, so she can only bravely raise the volume a few more times, hoping to wake up the other party with this: "Young master, is it a nightmare? Young master..."

"Sister Mu, don't leave me...don't!" The sobbing words came to an abrupt end after a scream, and only a slightly rapid panting broke the sudden silence.

The maid's cold sweat "swiped—" fell down, afraid of offending the master, she quickly cleared her throat, and broke the embarrassment before the calmness spread, and said softly as if she hadn't noticed anything: "Young master, Are you awake? Do you want to wash up?"

The voice fell, but he didn't hear the other party's answer for a long time.

The maid's heart rose to her throat instantly, for fear that her master's next sentence would drag her down for disposal.

Although her master was thoughtful and unpredictable at a young age, compared to those masters who were violent and frequently sent and polished their maidservants, she could indeed be called lenient and benevolent.

Only one thing: the master does not allow anyone to approach her bed when she is sleeping.

If the little ancestor in front hadn't come to urge her several times, she wouldn't have rushed to meet this bad luck... Thinking of this, the maid knelt down even deeper and buried her head close to the ground, but a trace of grievance could not help but float in her eyes.

"Who... are you?" Just when her heart sank into despair bit by bit, and she couldn't help crying and begging for blame, she heard the master's clear and elegant voice sound softly—except for the hoarseness she had just woken up, She was even more vigilant, but not as sullen as she thought.

"Young master, what's the matter with you? The servant is Jiang Qian, your personal servant, don't you recognize the servant?" The maid was slightly relieved, but immediately felt another kind of worry. She didn't care about fear and took a few steps on her knees Stepping forward, he carefully looked at the woman sitting up through the veil.

The black hair is winding, the shoulders are slashed and the waist is plain, and the hibiscus comes out of the clear water. It is naturally carved, and it is enough to look stunning without any trace. It is indeed her master.

And the bewildered look in those eyes disappeared after a short while, like a flash in the pan.

"Jiang Qian? Oh, it's Jiang Qian... It's okay, I'm probably haunted by a nightmare and I'm not sober... It's okay, what time is it now?" After a brief period of confusion that seemed to have never existed, the beautiful woman was careless. Lifting the veil quickly, looking down at the maid who was still kneeling on the ground, she pursed her lips and said with a smile.

The maid felt as if the blade was scraping the bone, and the ice and snow were scraping the skin, and she froze in place, unable to move, only a voice in the sea of ​​consciousness screamed in fear.

The overwhelming fear came and went quickly, and the pressure disappeared in just one breath. She couldn't help swallowing her dry and tight throat, and raised her head with difficulty.

And the person who brought her a great sense of oppression has leisurely passed her and sat in front of the dressing table; pointing to the pearls and hairpins in the dowry, but looking at the mirror impartially, as if looking at herself, but also As if scrutinizing her.

Meeting the beautiful eyes in the mirror, the maid was shocked, and immediately got up obediently and walked behind the master, brushing her hair, while softly answering her question just now: "It's time, Miss Yingxi is already waiting for you in the flower hall .”

"Understood." The beautiful eyes glanced at the maid with low eyebrows through the mirror again, bent her lips indifferently, then closed her eyes, and fell into deep thought.

The maid concentrated on brushing her hair, and took advantage of the situation to look up at her a few times, confirming that she was only a little pale and lazy, but she was fine. Thinking of the depression that killed her instantly, her heart shivered , completely stopped the idea of ​​reporting to the patriarch.

——If you still don't understand that it's the master's warning and temptation, you don't have to be a personal maid.

How those people in front died, she can remember clearly, and she can't repeat the same mistakes... Since the master doesn't want the patriarch to know, then she has to keep her mouth shut and act as if nothing happened.

Her master is not Jiang Lingrao, the patriarch of the Jiang clan, nor Jiang Lingxian, the master's biological mother, but Jiang Qing, the long-awaited heir of the Jiang clan.

It took another quarter of an hour to tidy it up enough to meet the guests.

When the master and servant came to the flower hall, the girl sitting on the side seat had already exchanged the third round of tea in her hands—although she hadn't even drank a sip, she was just throwing away everything she had.

The action of playing with the teacup in boredom paused when he saw the woman who appeared at the entrance of the flower hall, his indifferent gaze changed abruptly, and he fell on the person with joy, like a lonely traveler walking alone in the dark to find After leaving the conservatory, I didn't have the slightest impatience to wait for a long time.

"Sister Qing!" Seeing the tiredness in her eyes, she smiled slightly, and the girl stepped forward to support her worriedly, and pushed the maid who followed behind her away without a trace, and raised her head in satisfaction after the other party nodded and waved the maid away. Lips, continued to help her sit down, reached out and touched her cheek, "Why don't you look so good, are you having nightmares again?"

"Yeah." Xu is used to the intimacy of young girls. The woman who is being treated attentively only turns her face slightly when her cold palm lingers too presumptuously. girly action.

"Is it still those weird things?" As if she hadn't noticed the other party's alienation, the girl naturally withdrew her hand, and instead propped her chin to stare at the woman's beautifully curved jaw and side face, she asked with a smile, while imitating Looking at her appearance, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, his complexion remained the same, and his smile remained unchanged, as if it was someone else who dismissed the tea and found it difficult to swallow it.

"This time, I vaguely remember that the girl in the dream seems to have the word "Qing" in her name." She drank half a cup of tea and felt the heat warming her body, so she put down the tea cup and picked it up slowly. A piece of snack, he said in a deep thought, but intentionally or unintentionally skipped another name that was on his mind.

"Kanglang——" Hearing this, the girl's hand holding the teacup suddenly trembled, and she suddenly raised her eyes, looking at her in surprise—until she met those quiet eyes that concealed doubts, the girl knew what was going on. Feelingly clenched the teacup tightly, raised a forced smile, and lowered his head like a cover to take a sip of the most hated tea.

"Ah Xi, what's the matter?" the woman's eyes flickered, and she asked in a calm voice.

"It's nothing, I just think it's a bit of a coincidence." The girl drank a cup of tea in a "gurgling" manner, and her smile returned to the impeccable pure beauty. Opened the topic, "Sister Qing, are you going to participate in the Tiandou Conference? How about taking me with you?"

"Why, Ah Xi is also going to compete for that day's list?" The woman didn't dwell on the previous topic, she smiled kindly and patted the girl's head.

"I think it's interesting, let's go and learn more... okay?" The girl rubbed her palm on the top and asked tenderly.

"According to you...you are really a clingy girl." The woman nodded helplessly, got up and told the maid to prepare.

Sticking out his tongue playfully, he watched her leave the flower hall.

The brilliance on the girl's face disappeared after the woman turned around, but the charming and charming face was condensed and indifferent, without a trace of coquettishness, while those eyes were brewing circles of fiery blood-colored light Halo, half is obsession that cannot be extricated, and half is unspeakable pain.

—Are you clingy?

How great would it be if I could stick to you like this for the rest of my life?

Whether you are Zhong Liqing or Jiang Qing, you are my sister Qing.

This is true when I am a slave with nothing; it is also true when I have become the king of the Zombie clan and the master of the Ying clan.

It's a pity that neither Zhong Liqing in the past nor Jiang Qing now will be my sister Qing alone.

The author has something to say: Yes, I am now a Qing baby who deleted my account and restarted!

Now by default her name is Jiang Qing (she thought it herself), although I think Zhong Liqing sounds better 2333

The next chapter should come out. My baby 妘yao~ my mother, if I plan to let them fall in love again!

Not sweet hit me! (Anyway, I can’t hit it a little bit~

I didn't mean to abuse!

You didn't notice it, but unfortunately you didn't lose your memory!How nice am I to her (serious face

It’s been a long time since I’ve updated, kneel down and sing Conquer for you QWQ

After that, it should be updated every other day, um, if there are no accidents (top the pot cover...