[Chen Qingling] Do not pass

Xue Yang was always smiling, lazy, and protective in front of her, but at this moment a gloomy Xue Yang suddenly appeared with a dagger in his hand, scaring her badly.

Qin Tian sobbed and squatted on the ground for a while, the muddy clothes were all dry, sticking hard to his body.

I have been afraid of it, and the intimacy that I have cultivated recently with Xue Yang has come out to cause trouble, and I can't help but start to worry about him.

Is he angry?Where did he go?

She didn't bother to go back and change her clothes, and ran out to find him.

She had thought that Xue Yang had traveled far and far away, and she would have to search for it for a long time, but she didn't expect him to be waiting for her at the door.

Under the big tree, he looked at his gloved left hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Qin Tian ran up to him, faltering.

After all, Xue Yang defended her, but she showed resistance, which must have broken his heart.

She was thinking about apologizing and asking for peace, but she didn't expect Xue Yang to speak first.

"Qin Tian, ​​if you don't like me like that, then I won't do that in the future, okay? Don't ignore me."

His voice is also aggrieved.

Qin Tian felt even more guilty when he heard it.

"No, no, it's my fault, sorry, brother."

Xue Yang was taller than her, and now he lowered his head, watching her quietly, waiting for her next words.

Qin Tian stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand cautiously: "Let's go home, I have saved candy at home, after brother eats, forgive me, okay?"

Xue Yang was still dragged forward by her little strength, obediently following her footsteps, where his hands touched, an irresistible warmth quietly spread.

On the way home, Xue Yang said abruptly, "Qin Tian, ​​you brought me back, so you can't leave me in the future."

Qin Tian raised his head and showed a sweet smile: "Yeah!"

She was young, so she didn't hear the deep meaning.

When passing by the small courtyard, Qin Tian picked up the broken grass dragonfly, put it in his palm distressedly, and complained to Xue Yang.

"You worked so hard...but it's all broken now."

Xue Yang said, "Just make another one. I'll make one up for you later."

"But it's not the original one." Qin Tian carefully put the grass dragonfly into his arms, and pulled Xue Yang back.

In the evening, when Master Qin came back from the restaurant, the cook hurriedly complained to him.After hearing this, Master Qin pinched the bridge of his nose, and said helplessly and tiredly: "Tiantian is young, so what's wrong with being a little messy? She just needs to be happy."

The cook gritted her teeth bitterly, and reported Xue Yang's vision today to him with more oil and vinegar, and added at the end: "I don't know if I have practiced some crooked ways. Putting him next to Tiantian might hurt Tiantian. And he didn't stay in our Qin residence for any status, it's okay to say that he is young now, if he grows up, if it gets out, it will ruin Tian Tian's reputation."

Master Qin pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "You are right."

The cook couldn't help feeling elated.

Master Qin said: "Should I give that child Xue Yang a title, or you thought it through and reminded me to choose an auspicious day and accept him as my adopted son."

Cook: ...?

Master Qin arranged this matter in the plan, and sought Xue Yang's opinion, planning to hold a grand son-recognition ceremony on the seventh day of next month.

There was a lot of discussion in Kuizhou, discussing what kind of shit luck this Xue Yang had, from a street orphan with no father and no mother to the adopted son of the owner of the prosperous Qin family restaurant.

Maybe he will inherit the Wanguan family property in the future.

Words of envy and jealousy spread throughout Kuizhou.

And as the focus of everyone's discussion, Xue Yang was learning to read with Qin Tian, ​​deliberately made mistakes, and was clapped softly by the little girl.

Many years later, when Qin Tian recalled this day, he couldn't help but think, if this ceremony was held successfully, wouldn't Xue Yang not have to hold the disaster relief hand in hand, and thousands of people would scold him?

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, and fate is involuntary.