string sound dream lovesickness

"Let's drive, it's not an example." Meng Yuannian glanced at him lightly, then lowered his head to look at Mo Qingxian: "How about it, you didn't hurt anywhere."

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't react too suddenly." Mo Qingxian lowered his head and pressed it against Meng Yuannian's chest. He raised his face slightly and looked at Meng Yuannian seriously. I want to ask him: "A Yuan, you, do you still miss Li Ruo?"

Meng Yuannian pondered for a while, looked into Mo Qingxian's eyes for a long time before replying: "If I say no, will you believe it?"

"..." Mo Qingxian pushed him away in frustration and sat up straight, looking at the car window.Meng Yuannian hesitated for a while, and finally said again: "Li Ruo is also your savior, Ah Qing, one cannot be without a conscience."

"What benefactor?" Mo Qingxian turned his head and his eyes were full of confusion.

"Back then you had a high fever and kept comatose. It was the medicine that Li Ruo brought." Meng Yuannian's voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion, and his eyes wandered as if he saw that time.

The wind and snow were blowing, he went all over the town, but no one was willing to help him.Maybe it's not that he doesn't want to, but it's just that he can't help him. His voice is hoarse when he speaks nice words with red eyes, but no one wants to believe a child in exile.

He walked from the east to the west of the town and then from the south to the north, and he felt that as long as he was still walking, there would always be hope.Just when he was almost desperate, Li Ruo stood in front of him wearing a felt hat made of straw, she raised her head slightly and asked him: "I saw you walking for a long time, the wind and snow are so heavy, are you looking for something? "

Meng Yuannian looked at the girl in front of him, her face was hidden in a felt hat and she was wearing a bright red scarf, so she couldn't see the exact appearance clearly.He was so desperate, even though he felt that the little girl in front of him could not help him, he still begged her: "My brother is sick and needs medicine, can you help me? I will definitely repay you, I swear. …”

"What's wrong with him?" Her voice was as clear as a white jade bell, mellow and charming, like a fire burning on Meng Yuannian's frozen heart that was almost unconscious.He replied unconsciously: "Typhoid fever, just a typhoid fever...but very serious."

"That's just right, my dad has a lot of medicine, you can go home with me to get it." She smiled lightly, and Meng Yuannian could clearly see his own shadow in her eyes, as clear as hanging from the eaves ice cream.She lifted the grass cape on her body to reveal her slender green fingers, and said to Meng Yuannian, "Come on, I'll take you to my house."

He also heard her say: "My name is Li Ruo, Li of Liming, Ruo of Ruozhu, what's your name?"

"Meng Yuannian, my name is Meng Yuannian."

"Meng, what a nice name. Your Han people's names are really nice."

Meng Yuannian really wanted to say your name to make it nicer, but his tongue seemed to be seriously ill suddenly, so he couldn't say it.He could only look down at Li Ruo's forehead, at the silver bell hanging on her right temple, and at the trembling and "jingling" sound every time she raised her head, it was as beautiful as poetry.It was the most moving voice he had ever heard.

"A Yuan, A Yuan?" Looking at Meng Yuannian's pensive face, Mo Qingxian knew that he must have recalled something about Li Ruo, and the jealousy in his heart instantly wet his eyes.

"A Yuan, can you stop liking Li Ruo? No, I want to ask you to stop thinking about her all the time. No, I just want to, I just want to..." Mo Qingxian said As he said that, he lowered his head, and tears rolled down his cheeks onto the hand holding Meng Yuannian. His voice gradually faded away, feeling a little ashamed.I don't know why every time I see Meng Yuannian, he always cries a lot. Obviously, he is already a man, obviously, obviously, he is not the most important person in Meng Yuannian.

I just thought, A Yuan, you only like me.

Mo Qingxian covered his eyes, feeling ashamed of his selfishness, but as long as he thought that Meng Yuannian would fall in love with someone else, his sad heart would almost break.

A Yuan, can you just like me?Although I love to cry, willful, and squeamish, I can change everything, and I can change it to what you like.So, can you just like me?