After the top green tea is worn to the love

Half an hour after arriving in the dreamland, Meng Ziqing successfully pulled Qin Yue out of the room to bask in the sun.

She succeeded, but also failed.

She bullied the children so much that she made her sister cry.

The 12-year-old girl cried silently, tears falling out one by one.

It fell on Meng Ziqing's neck, and the warm and moist feeling made Meng Ziqing's claws numb.

After some coaxing, she led little Qin Yue who was being coaxed by the nose, and followed Ms. Song Xian to her greenhouse.

The childhood filter made Meng Ziqing remember that his home was a big and beautiful greenhouse.

But in fact, the flower house of Meng Ziqing's house is not big, it is open-air, and the small aisle between the flower stands is thin, which can accommodate two or three people walking.

Its advantage is that there are many kinds of flowers, and the flowers are like brocades. The tender green branches and leaves make the flowers delicate and beautiful.

Xiao Meng Xiqing is a small person, and she moves freely in the greenhouse, so she naturally remembers that her greenhouse is big and beautiful.

This afternoon, little Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing spent in the greenhouse.

Little Qin Yue had never touched painting before, and she watched Meng Ziqing paint almost the whole time, and she followed how to paint.

In the end, she couldn't keep up with the pace, and she stopped painting altogether.

Holding hands aside, I watched the children draw seriously.

Watching her strokes, earnestly shining in the field she is good at.

Little Qin Yue doesn't like painting flowers and plants, she really wants to paint Meng Ziqing.

But she also knew that she had never drawn before, and only worked on finance and computers that she was interested in, so if she directly painted Meng Ziqing in this way, she would only draw a four-dimensional picture.

"In the future, I must learn to draw well, and then draw sketches for dolls." Little Qin Yue was distracted.

……

In the evening, Meng Ziqing stretched her brittle waist and decided to end today's sketching.

They packed up the painting utensils, and then moved them home together.

The greenhouse is open-air, and there is plenty of sunshine and rain in summer. In order to prevent the painting utensils from being watered, it is necessary to develop the habit of moving the painting utensils home in time.

On the way Qin Yue carried the drawing board to the house and went back to help Meng Xi clean the paint, he suddenly felt a coolness on the skin of his arm - it was raindrops, followed by more.

Suddenly light rain.

"Qin Yue, what are you doing there? It's raining, go home and shelter from the rain."

Meng Ziqing, who hurried out of the flower room with the paint in hand, saw little Qin Yue staring blankly there, and reminded her loudly, telling her to go back to the room quickly.

So she saw little Qin Yue come back to his senses, but instead of going to the eaves a few steps away, she ran towards her.

"Not bad, I know the paint is heavy, come and help me carry the paint." Meng Ziqing praised little Qin Yue in his heart.

She walked a few steps faster, but when she and Xiao Qin Yue approached, her expression suddenly changed.

She was picked up by Qin Yue together with the paint, and the distance from her house became farther and farther.

Little Qin Yue carried Meng Ziqing and paint together at a very fast speed and ran to the next door by herself.

Meng Ziqing was in a hurry and didn't dare to struggle, fearing that if it rained and the road would be slippery, she would be thrown out by Qin Yue, so she could only shout in a broken voice, "I'm going to my own home, why did you leave me?" I moved from my house to yours!"

Accompanied by the girl's cry, a rumbling and thunderous snoring sounded like a giant in the sky

The rain is getting heavier.

It is said that the weather in Tibet today is unpredictable. The first half of the night is still full of stars, and the second half of the night is thundering and flashing. A storm is about to come.

I don't know what I dreamed about, the little girl on the bed didn't sleep well.

Frowning tightly, murmuring vague dreams, Qin Yue, who had just recovered her memory and had trouble falling asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

She stood up, crossed Meng Ziqing with her slender arms, and turned on the lamp beside the bed.

The warm yellow halo illuminated the side of the bed, and half of Meng Ziqing's face was buried in the pillow, casting a small shadow for no reason.

Qin Yue didn't rush to wake her up, but rested her head on her elbows and stared quietly.

Gently lift your finger, from the forehead to the eyebrows, then slide across the bridge of the nose and tap the lips, from the chin to the neck, and describe this face little by little.

"Long time no see." Qin Yue murmured, her thick long eyelashes drooping down to cover up the darkness in her eyes.

After watching for a while, when Qin Yue wanted to wake Meng Ziqing up, a voice came from beside him.

"She is dreaming of memories." The cp system spoke, and the small light ball shone with blue light.

"It's best not to wake her up now."

Qin Yue's hand stopped, and he looked at it strangely, "Are you willing to come out?"

The cp system can be seen by non-hosts, but this requires it to use extra energy.

In the past few weeks, the cp system was rich and powerful, so of course it looked down on a little drizzle.

It's a pity that this evening is different from the past.

After tossing and restarting three times in a row, its million-dollar wealth has long been ruined by the prodigal host.

Now it has been working hard for 30 years, and once it returns to before liberation, it will save as much as it can.

It has been a long time since I appeared in front of people.

"If you don't come out, you can't communicate..." The cp system was aggrieved.

"After restarting the game for three weeks, I can save as much energy as I can, but I can't save the basic communication." It said bluntly.

"What time is she recalling now?" Qin Yue didn't say anything, but asked about Meng Ziqing's situation.

"Detected, 90.00% five is a childhood memory of a week." The cp system answered honestly.

"It was that time." Qin Yue held his forehead, feeling a little headache.

"Is there any problem at that time?" The cp system was puzzled.

Its first episode came at the beginning of the romance drama, that is, the beginning of the original script, without knowing their past.

I can only know from these three weeks——

Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing, they are green plums from heaven.

"Could it be that Meng Ziqing had a bad temper at that time and you were fighting?"

"No..." Qin Yue shook her head, "Qingqing looked like a chihuahua when she was young, very fierce and small."

"The way she bared her teeth has no deterrent effect on me."

"It's just... At that time, my mother had just left, and I had some mental problems." Qin Yue lowered her eyes, but she didn't feel any embarrassment, she said firmly.

"At that time, my brain was sick."

"what?"

"You're out of your mind, sister."

In the dream, in Qin Yue's room, Meng Ziqing scolded while covering his face.

Meng Ziqing was on guard again and again, but was still hidden in his room by little Qin Yue.

Capsized in the gutter.