The lightness of the world of mortals

Something in the chaotic brain struggled and screamed to jump out, and there was a rippling water surface in the bottom of his eyes, and the black shadow under the water surface was eager to try, and he was about to break through the water.

On Bai Xien's tanned boyish face, there was a playful smile on the corners of his lips, she thought his words were just provocations, but now who knows if it's a hint?He said that the first time he saw him, he felt like Qingqing.

Shirley opened a pair of beautiful almond eyes and said that they look alike in movement, look, and figure...

Why didn't you think about it?After all, among the people they knew together with Chen Xilin, they were the only ones who knew Qing Qing.She didn't take what they said to heart.

Qing Qing... Qing Qing... looks like... looks like... moves like... body looks like...

A face of an old pervert suddenly appeared in her mind. On the simple table and chairs of Wendy's, he said tearfully, you look so good...you are so tall, follow our Qing family.

Qing...Qing... How many people in this world will have the surname Qing?How many people with the surname Qing will live on the west coast of the United States?

The sky was getting dark, and the sunny day on the terrace just now had changed color. In Haicheng in June, thunderstorms would not be polite if they said they were coming, and a bolt of lightning pierced the gray sky.

Auntie’s slippers sounded trivially somewhere, accompanied by a few murmurs and emotions, Ming Yu couldn’t listen anymore, picked up his phone and frantically searched: Qingqing, qingqing, qfoundation+qingqing, sanfrancisco+qingqing, losangeles+ Qingqing, Qingqing + American Qingjia...

She searches her with every combination she can think of, even adding the names of her father and grandfather from memory...

In such an era, it is too difficult not to leave any traces on the Internet.

The famous Cordeira University School of Medicine has her bio. She graduated from the top medical school in the United States. Later, she focused on the direction of cranial nerves. She taught part-time in Cordela and also performed brain surgery in the hospital.

From 2002 to 2006, I went to Africa every year for medical support, and the most frequent place was Dongso.

There was a report about several supporting doctors, and Qing Qing mentioned her family background in two sentences: she came from a prominent family in China, her grandfather was Qing xx, and her family background can be found in some historical books name.

The rain poured down and knocked on the glass terrace with a flustered rhythm. The window just now was forgotten to close, and the pot of brandy that had just been placed was blown down by the gust of wind and rolled from the table to the ground. The sound of shattering was drowned out by the sound of rain .

It was a name Ming Yue was familiar with, and it was also the name of her biological grandfather.

Next, she didn't know what to think, so she searched and searched again, but she couldn't find the names of Qingqing's parents, so the exploration of her life experience was cut off.

Before she knew it, she had been frantically searching on her phone for two hours. Auntie finished her work and was about to leave.

"Miss Ming, it's a pity..." She carried the broken Bailan tree in a plastic bag. The pot was broken and the soil on the root was peeled off. But they all fell.

Ming Yu looked at the broken piece in her hand nonchalantly.

"I'll find another potted plant to go in," said the aunt.

Ming Yu shook his head, "Throw it away." After a while, "It won't bloom again."

The only key is in the hands of Auntie, this is Qingqing's house, Mingyu stood up, "I'll go first."

"Miss Ming, wait until the rain stops." Auntie was still carrying the bag, as if the broken and dirty ones were about to drip onto the ground.

Ming Yue stepped on the stairs, and his soul also fell to the bottom, waiting for the rain to stop?A day without wind and rain is reserved for carefree people, and she is clearly unworthy of it.

The rain was not as heavy as before, but it also wet her upper body. She recalled Chen Xilin's reaction when she mentioned her life experience, but she couldn't remember that she would not have any reaction. overthinking.

A taxi was honking its horn, Mingyu woke up, opened the door and stepped into the car.

"Miss, what are you thinking about so preoccupied? I didn't hear you calling a few times." The driver was full of anger.

"Go to xx hotel."

The driver looked at her from the rearview mirror, "It's raining so much, you're so lucky to meet me, you see, I'm all wet."

Ming Yue curled the corners of his lips as a smile, but quickly retracted the corners of his lips, she was afraid that it would look like Qingqing.She wasn't afraid before, she had seen several photos of Qing Qing, how could she look so similar?But before, she didn't believe that two strangers would be alike, but now it's different, it's in the genes, how can you argue with it?Chen Xilin had been with her for 12 years, and they couldn't tell the difference when they turned around.

Can't tell... the tears came a little late.She suddenly remembered that a few months ago, in the Limo home, Chen Xilin was uncharacteristically, with a lost and affectionate expression on his face, and whispered to her - I actually...have been looking for you for a long time.

Replacement, it turns out that I am Qingqing's replacement.

This Qing Qing, whom she had never met before, who had a close blood relationship with her, and who lived like a ghost between herself and Chen Xilin from beginning to end, was the person she was looking for.

Those approaching, teasing, and caring for no reason suddenly have a reason.

She was afraid that I would think so, and Ming Yue’s tearful eyes burst into a sneer again. On the yacht, as soon as her family members told the truth, she immediately expressed her opinion: Even if there are similarities, I like it. It's Mingyue.

Watertight.If she insists on saying that it doesn't look like it, it's too false, and it's too stupid to say that it looks like, "there are similarities", it's really well done, the most important thing is not the hypothetical clause, but the main clause that follows.

She might have even planned to deceive herself, telling herself that she likes me has nothing to do with Qingqing.

After closing the car door and walking to the hall, the air conditioner was beating on my wet hair and shirt, and I was shivering—does she also know about my relationship with the Qing family?

Have you ever told her?

Ming Yu frowned in thought, and shook his head again. He never said that the name of that family was feared that someone would know, so he went behind the scenes to check. Anyway, the old pervert is dead, and he has nothing to do with it from now on, no mention the cleanest.

I didn't say it, but it doesn't mean that Chen Xilin doesn't know, but at this point, what's the difference between whether she knows or not?This love is but a cheap substitute.

Oh, no wonder she was reluctant to say love.

If she had known earlier, things might have been more...disgusting.

She soaked herself in the bathtub, imagining the taste of death in the dense water, but struggled to sit up when she was about to reach the critical point, where is Qingqing?

She suddenly frantically wanted to figure out this question, where is Qingqing?Why did they separate?

Shirley said that Chen Xilin had been looking for her for a long time in the early years, why did he look for her?

She always thought it was an ordinary breakup.But now, seeing that Chen Xilin still came and went freely in Qingqing's house, and even called it her home... She suddenly felt that Xue Li's words were not so simple, and things were not so simple.

Chen Xilin's phone call was the same as always, coming in when night fell.In the past, this was Ming Yue's most enjoyable moment. Chen Xilin always called her as soon as he opened his eyes, with a very lazy voice.

"Is it raining today? I checked the weather forecast." Chen Xilin asked lazily.

"Ah."

"Then... didn't you go out for activities?"

"No, I went to your house."

"Be a small supervisor~" Chen Xilin joked.

Ming Yu sneered in her heart, she took that place as her home with full confidence.

She knew how she would answer if she asked Chen Xilin about this, and she would insist that she liked her because she was Mingyue, and that she only thought they were alike at the beginning, and later, it was only because she was Mingyue up.

She will not ask about such a purely subjective matter without testing standards.

She didn't even want to disturb her, she had to figure it out by herself, and she didn't want to listen to any explanation until she figured it out.

Chen Xilin pressed the button of the curtain and squinted at the gradually unfolding morning. She was fifteen hours later than Mingyu's time. At eight o'clock in the evening of every Mingyu and five o'clock in hers, her body has learned to be on time Wake up and find the woman on the other side of the ocean.

Fortunately, they will soon be in the same time zone and the same city, Chen Xilin thought.

"Bad weather will make people depressed, be happy, I'll be here soon." She whispered, every word is a favorite.

Mingyu was awakened by a dream in the middle of the night, and fell asleep at some point, the curtains were not drawn, and it was the nightless sky of Haicheng outside.

She had a dream. In the dream, a doctor told her that he could help her remove the word "green", her blood, her genes, and all the "green" in her body, and asked her if she would like it.

She couldn't wait and asked the doctor to perform the operation quickly.She was lying on a table next to a machine that looked like a bone marrow extraction machine, and she watched a thick tube wriggling beside the machine...

After the operation was over, she stood in front of the mirror and couldn't recognize herself anymore. The woman in the mirror was short and ugly. She was sad for a while, but suddenly became happy again, and asked Chen Xilin: "You said you like it?" It's Mingyue, look, without 'Qing', this is me."

She saw horror, contempt, and disgust from Chen Xilin's eyes...

She woke up.

The moment of waking up is often the most vulnerable time for a woman, and also the most fearless time. The desire at that moment is the most real. The social platform posted a feeling that it was about to be deleted after washing.

At that moment, she wanted to call Chen Xilin and ask her if she was not like Qingqing, would she still be favored by her?Ask her where Qingqing has gone, forcing her to find a replacement.

Reason will soon occupy this moment, the lover in the cold war continues the cold war, relatives and friends are probably still living in an ordinary life, and most of the time the mood is not expressed.They didn't call Chen Xilin either.

She flipped through the phone book, wandering up and down a name.

That name is Qinghui.Her half brother.

Her relationship with Qinghui and the Qing family came to an abrupt end after the death of her biological father, as if there was no such an ugly fate in the world, it was her memory that betrayed her and fabricated such a human scandal.

The last few words Qinghui said to her was her summary: I have never seen anyone who is more cold-blooded and ruthless than you.

She didn't understand why this person hated her so much. Originally, the Qing family owed her, but thinking about it again, the money that the Qing family gave to uncle every year made them feel that the guilt was filled, and only she was left in the end. To be a daughter's filial piety, but she is not exhausted.

She had never taken the initiative to look for anyone in the Qing family, but now she poked her finger on the green button in a strange way.She used a mobile phone in the United States to make a call, hoping that Qinghui didn't delete her contact information, so that she would not have to introduce herself. Telling Qinghui who she is is probably one of the most embarrassing things in the world.

It rang over there for a long time, and was picked up when Ming Yue felt that he was about to access the voicemail. The "Hello" was too meaningful, and it was in Chinese, which leaked the signal that he had not been deleted by the other party.

"Hello..." Ming Yu didn't say much.

Both sides are in the trial stage.

"What about you? What's the matter?"

Plain indifference.

"Are you still in Los Angeles? I want to see you."

"See me? Dad was critically ill and waited for you holding his breath. You turned off the phone and ignored him. He passed away with hatred. I think you have no face to see the Qing family in this life."

"That's the grievance between me and him. He took it away when he left."

"To put it bluntly, why are you still looking for me? You go to him."

"I'm looking for you to inquire about someone, the Qing family. Don't worry, I'm not short of money, and I don't ask you for business. I only ask this person."

"Who? Just say it on the phone."

"I... Let's talk face to face. As for the Qing family, I want to see him too." She said in her heart, seeing people alive and dead.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, "I'm going back to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow."

"Then I'll find you the day after tomorrow."

Putting down the phone, to be honest, Qinghui is easier to talk to than she imagined. She originally thought that the other party would not agree to meet each other on the first phone call, but then she thought about it again. During the period of intersection, she was always the one who was indifferent and ruthless. My hatred should lie in the old pervert's own determination before he died. Maybe he had nowhere to vent the anger he had held back for so many years, but he really wanted to see him vent it in person.

Ming Yue was thinking about what the old pervert said when he introduced her family back then, and he took out a photo, which was a group photo of Qing Hui's family of four: This is your brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and niece.

He is eager to let the fruits he sows recognize each other.

Ming Yu didn't want to look at it, but couldn't hold back his curiosity and glanced at it.

Your brother is 15 years older than you. I, I had Qinghui at the age of 26, and you at the age of 41.Mingyu remembered her biological father talking endlessly that day, and she felt an extreme and perverted emotion mixed with anger and curiosity in her heart.

So Qinghui is almost fifty this year, he is no longer young, he probably sees things more clearly than himself, Mingyu thought.

She went to ask Mark for a week's leave. Mark was surprised by her frequent and sudden leave recently, and asked her if there was something wrong with her health. Mingyue, who he knew, wished he could even use the public holidays to work.

"No, something happened at home and needs to be dealt with."

at home?Mark didn't understand what she meant by family. It is said that both parents are dead and not married. He shrugged, "The handover is done well."

"I get it, thank."

Chen Xilin flew to Haicheng on the second day after Ming Yue's departure. She couldn't find Ming Yue the first night, so she called and turned off the phone, and no one responded to her messages.The next day her biological clock reminded her to wake up at five o'clock to find that woman, looked at her phone, and there was silence.

She panicked, called Kent, and was told that Ming Yue had just taken a vacation.

take a vacation?Why don't you tell yourself when you are on vacation?Why can't I get in touch?

Chen Xilin's heart was agitated, his eyelids jumped up, and he wished he could go to China by rocket.