After the top green tea is worn to the love

"I want to go back to the house and play with the dolls."

As she said, she was about to carry Meng Ziqing upstairs, and at the same time, she was thinking about where to hide Meng Ziqing for a while to be safe enough.

Little Qin Yue is exactly the same as when she grew up, she has been quick and decisive enough to act since she was a child.

She just said thank you for the polite words, and she didn't want to talk to the blue-eyed uncle and Ms. Song next to her at all.

Like a mushroom growing in a dark corner, it comes to the sun for a short time for the beloved, and after getting it, it is anxious to go back to the dark to seek a sense of security.

"Can't……"

Meng Ziqing held Qin Yue's hair with his small hand, the cool and soft feel was like the torso of a snake, and it would be wrapped around his shoulders and imprisoned.

Resisting the urge to let go, she tried again.

The child's hand grabbed the hair, and there was a slight tingling sensation in the nerves of the scalp. Little Qin Yue stopped and stared at her.

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't want to go back to the room with you." Xiao Meng Ziqing frowned and refused.

Now Qin Yue's mental outlook is obviously abnormal, and the difference in body size and strength between them is several times larger than when she was an adult.

Just like that, they rashly shared a room together on Qin Yue's territory.

She was really afraid that if she didn't say a word correctly, she would be close to death.

She is afraid of death, really afraid, the shadow of death is greater than ordinary people.

Even in a dream, she has to live well.

"I didn't come here to hide in the room with you." Meng Zong said clearly.

She has experienced it before, so she understands Qin Yue's psychology now.

Inferiority, cowardice, helpless.

Flustered, sensitive, nervous.

The darkness has become a protective umbrella, hiding inside is safe and secure, and no one can see anything.

Out of humanitarianism, Meng Ziqing should obey, first stay with Qin Yue in the dark for a while, let Qin Yue calm down, and then slowly do the latter.

But she was greedy for life and afraid of death, selfish, only thinking about herself, and didn't have so much time to accompany Qin Yue for psychological treatment.

She wanted to pull Qin Yuesheng hard and throw him into the sun.

Complete this memory recall in the most direct and fast way.

It’s okay to be hurt, and it’s okay to be hurt.

Sooner or later, what should be experienced must be experienced.

Little Qin Yue doesn't know how to be a vampire, and she won't be wiped out in the sun.

It will only be reborn from the ashes.

"But it's dangerous out there."

Little Qin Yue frowned, not understanding why the doll didn't want to go back to the room with her.

It's dangerous outside, and she can protect her.

"It's dangerous outside and you're outside the room now." Meng Ziqing pretended to be strange and gave her a twisted look, "You came out of the room, aren't you all right now?"

"Why do you stay in your room, there are very interesting things in your room?"

She let go of little Qin Yue's hair, her childish voice was full of curiosity.

"I want to draw in the afternoon. Do you have a drawing board in your room? Do you have paint? Is there a greenhouse where I can sketch?"

Meng Ziqing found the most straightforward reason.

She herself is quite clear, whether it is a drawing board or a paint.

There are none in Qin Yue's room.

Qin Yue, who grew up obviously, is the executive officer of a luxury company like Ry, but Meng Ziqing firmly believes that these things she said are not in Qin Yue's room now.

Qin Yue only came into contact with art after going abroad.The thoughts in Meng Ziqing's mind flashed like meteors.

She herself was shocked.

why--

Why did she know that Qin Yue had never touched painting before?

"No……"

Little Qin Yue pursed her lips, and after a while, her voice was muffled.

"There are a lot of books in my room, we can read them today." Little Qin Yue lowered his head and said to Meng Ziqing, with a little stubbornness in his eyes.

"Tomorrow there will be drawing boards and paints in the room. If you want to paint, we will paint tomorrow."

There are no drawing boards and paints, but you can buy them.

This did not affect her tricking the doll into the room.

"No, I'm going to draw today." Meng Ziqing firmly refused, her tender cheeks bulging into buns.

Qin Yue ignored the protest of the doll in her arms, and turned to look at Song Xian who was gazing at them lovingly.

This is the person who came with the doll. She looks very similar to the doll and should be her mother.

It doesn't matter if the doll doesn't want to, she will listen to her mother.

Little Qin Yue lowered her eyes and asked Song Xian, "Ma'am, can I take the doll back to my room to read?"

Little Qin Yue raised her eyelids, relying on her height advantage to be at eye level with Song Xian.

This height does not account for the effect of looking down on the weak, but Song Xian can also see more clearly the love for her daughter in Xiao Qinyue's eyes, and the loneliness after being strongly rejected.

This little girl looks sharp and cold, but she hasn't opened yet, and the baby fat is gone.

But the eyebrows and eyes are clean and pure, and the long and dense eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelids, bringing out a hint of melancholy.

She was really too thin, pale and emaciated, yet powerful, able to hold her daughter tightly, like a little poisonous mushroom in the darkness and chaos holding on to a tiny bit of light.

In order to capture this glimmer of light, the little poisonous mushroom also imitated the appearance of plants, and bloomed slightly tremblingly.

mushroom flower...

It's a pity that mushrooms don't bloom, even if they pretend to be, Song Xian can't just turn a blind eye to the danger of the child hiding inside.

So she shook her head, and the invisible big scissors mercilessly cut off the flowers from the little poisonous mushroom.

"Sorry honey, no."

"We should respect Qingqing's idea, she is not willing to go to the room with you to read now." Song Xian said regretfully.

The gentle words were like a knife, piercing little Qin Yue's heart.

She was still young and couldn't hold her breath, her face suddenly became gloomy, and her blue eyes were darkened to black.

"You are so strong, don't hug me!"

Meng Ziqing was suffocated by her hug, she struggled hard, and managed to break free while little Qin Yue was absent-minded.

Suddenly losing support and hanging in the air for two seconds, the inertia of the jump made Meng Ziqing take a few steps back.

After retreating to Song Xian's side, Meng Ziqing hid directly behind Song Xian's legs.

"Ms. Song protects me."

Meng Ziqing lowered his eyebrows and looked at little Qin Yue warily.

It looks very much like a chihuahua without its cute disguise.

Obedient is all superficial.

If she gets upset, she will bite you.

The guarded eyes were like another knife in his heart, little Qin Yue was a little aggrieved, but he also knew that he had gained strength just now.

"I'm sorry...but I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Sorry……"

Xiao Qinyue lowered her hand weakly, it might as well be that she can only repeat her apology when she grows up.

The blue-eyed uncle saw the scene where the sisters were supposed to be friendly, but it became like this within a few minutes, and looked at Song Xian helplessly.

His daughter really needs Meng Ziqing as a friend now.

The blue-eyed uncle's Chinese is not well-educated, "Song... Yue, she can apologize to the children, and then they can still be friends to play with, is it okay?"

Song Xian looked at the blue-eyed uncle and sighed, and knelt down to discuss with Meng Ziqing, "Qingqing, did we invite my sister to paint in our greenhouse?"

Qin Yue lowered his head and moved slightly.

"That's right..." Meng Ziqing nodded, "I originally invited her to draw, but she insisted that I go to the room to read."

She frowned her delicate eyebrows and said with a little disgust, "I don't like reading."

In a word, it directly exposed Meng Ziqing's likes and dislikes.

Xueba and Xueba cannot live together.

Hobbies are different.

Yours, my honey, is nothing less than this principle.

Song Xian was troubled by her child's weariness of studying, and only felt that her blood pressure was a little high, but in this situation, she could only continue to guide her.

"Qingqing doesn't hate my sister, so if she doesn't read books, why not go to the greenhouse to sketch with you? Would you like to?"

"She—" Meng Ziqing raised his head and glanced at little Qin Yue, with the joy of bullying a child, and said slowly, "She is very good-looking, I like beautiful sisters."

In this way, how stinky farts are as much as stinky farts.

Song Xian smiled, resisting the urge to hit the child, turned her head to meet the eyes of the blue-eyed uncle who seemed to be looking at the hopes of the whole village, and asked little Qin Yue gently.

"Qin Yue, do you want to come to my house and sketch with Qingqing?"

"Come or not, we'll leave if we don't." Meng Ziqing poked his head out from behind Song Xian.

The afternoon sun was just right, and the green leaves outside the house were lush. The little girl was bathed in the sun, and she had a strange beauty that was about to melt in the sun. Behind her was a dark brown door, and the details were reflecting the light of delicate carvings.

Once agreed, Qin Yue will walk out of this door.

Get out there and stand in the sun.

It's summer, but little Qin Yue didn't feel the cold, her doll just stood there smiling at her.

But she dared not go over.

A few steps away, there is a distinct incompatibility between turbidity and clarity.

Little Qin Yue really wanted to go over and hold the doll's hand, but she didn't dare.

She couldn't overcome her fear of the sun, her voice was like a car extinguishing a fire for no reason, but she couldn't speak, and the more her eyes were fixed on the doll, the more she couldn't agree.

Even the word "um" is extremely difficult.

Still need a fire to go down.Meng Ziqing's eyes dimmed slightly.

"Beautiful sister, come with me!" She walked up and hugged Qin Yue's thigh.

The little girl smiled sweetly, but her hand firmly held onto little Qin Yue.

But she just held on, lightly.

It took no effort.

You can let go at any time.

"I……"

Little Qin Yue held back without a sense of security. The scene of Meng Ziqing screaming for pain and breaking free just now was still vivid in her memory, so she didn't dare to use force.

"Let's go. Elder sister." Meng Ziqing let her pull her, and asked in a rare good-tempered manner.

"..." Little Qin Yue lowered her head, looked at Meng Ziqing, pursed her lips and did not speak.

This stalemate between the two children lasted for 3 minutes, and both parents stood aside and dared not speak.

Song Xian looked solemn, and the blue-eyed uncle was praying for his daughter to agree with him.

Another 2 minutes passed.

The cranky Chihuahua couldn't take it anymore.

Meng Ziqing's patience lasted only 5 minutes, it was just a dream, no matter how much she felt sorry for Qin Yue in the dream, she might as well feel more sorry for Qin Yue in reality.

It has to be said that Meng Ziqing is really cold-blooded and vicious.

Even in a dream, patience is not good.

"Are you going or not? If you don't go, I will."

She put down her words, and she was about to turn around and take her mother away.

Then, to Meng Ziqing's surprise, the hand that hadn't completely let go pulled her back.

He directly pulled her into a cold embrace.

"do not……"

The girl's waist-length crow-black hair blocked Meng Ziqing's light, and the cold white arm around her shoulder trembled slightly, as if she had exerted great courage.

Her voice choked with a little grievance, "I'll go out with you."

"Don't leave me behind."