Dressed as a villain's squeamish little crying bag

"Sister, don't cry now. If you cry again, your eyes will hurt and it won't look good." Qiu Yuning said.

Qiu Haiyan wiped away her tears and said, "I won't cry, Ningning, I have to think about what you just said to me, really think about it."

She remembered something, looked at Qiu Yuning, and asked, "Do you know the girl you mentioned?"

Qiu Yuning's eyes flickered, and he faltered: "It's considered that I know...it's my classmate's mother. My classmate often talks about his mother to me, so...that's why I know it. I can guarantee it's true, not me. Made it up."

Qiu Haiyan slightly bent her eyes and said, "I believe you."

Qiu Yuning breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she seemed to be much better, and said, "Sister, you have to be well, I hope you are happy."

Qiu Haiyan gave a soft "hmm", her voice softened a lot, but it seemed to have some kind of strength, "I will, I am still young, as long as I do it now, there will be time."

Now she would like to thank Qiu Shuohai for going to gamble, 5 yuan is not a small amount, but it can overwhelm her, and she should also thank Ningning for chasing her out and saying these things to her. They are both younger brothers, but they are so different.

Qiu Haiyan couldn't help staring at Qiu Yuning's face. Although Qiu Yuning studied well in the past, he was restless, messy and self-centered.

Now, he gave her the feeling that he was quiet, pure and beautiful, unlike the boy who grew up in this family.

Why is there such a change?

Qiu Haiyan was a little confused, as if she didn't know when he was no longer the little brother in her memory.

But this change is undoubtedly good, she can feel his careful concern, he really hopes her well.

She is a very mediocre person, and she may have many embarrassing shortcomings, but there are some things that she has since she was a child. No matter where she is, she can live tenaciously.

Maybe, now might actually be too late.

Qiu Haiyan went to the pig farm, Qiu Yuning breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and turned the corner to go home, but almost bumped into someone.

Qiu Yuning was startled, and when he raised his eyes, he realized that it was He Zhiyuan. He held his heart and complained softly, "Why are you here? You almost scared me to death."

He Zhiyuan looked at him, Qiu Yuning's eyes were still red at this time, the cold wind blowing outside for a long time, the white cheeks were blown red bloodshot, the nose was also red, and she kept sniffing, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiu Yuning suddenly came to his senses and looked up at him suspiciously, "You, you won't eavesdrop on our conversation, will you?"

He Zhiyuan did not refute.

Qiu Yuning's face became hot. What he said sounded like a bowl of literary chicken soup. Under the circumstances at that time, it was actually practical. Now thinking that He Zhiyuan might have heard everything, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. I don't know what to say between them.

Just when he was embarrassed, He Zhiyuan opened his mouth and said, "You are right."

Qiu Yuning lowered his head, crushed a small stone under his feet, and muttered, "Don't make fun of me."

He Zhiyuan said in a low voice: "I didn't make fun of you, you are right, I think so too."

After hearing this, Qiu Yuning raised her eyes, "Really?"

He Zhiyuan: "Really."

Qiu Yuning pursed her lips shyly, and let out a smile again, Xiao Hu pouted her head sharply, "It's just my immature idea, but I think studying is really important, my sister used to get good grades , but was delayed, I think if she learns again, she will definitely be able to."

He Zhiyuan said, "You can too."

Qiu Yuning was slightly taken aback, "I can?"

He Zhiyuan stared into his eyes, there seemed to be some kind of emotion brewing in his light brown eyes, which made his eyes deeper, as if he wanted to suck Qiu Yuning in.

Qiu Yuning's heart trembled slightly, and her thin eyelids also trembled, and she lowered her eyes overwhelmed, avoiding his deep and dark gaze. Sometimes he always felt that He Zhiyuan's eyes and expressions were quite scary Yes, his voice weakened, "Why don't you speak? Just look at me."

He Zhiyuan opened his mouth slowly and said, "You have changed my opinion a bit."

Qiu Yuning didn't look up, he looked at the tip of his toes, the small stones under his feet were still clucking him hard, the softest soles of his feet seemed to feel the cold temperature on the surface of the small stones, his voice was small, but his tone carried A little nervous, "Is it a good opinion... or a bad opinion?"

Without waiting for He Zhiyuan to speak, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "If it's bad, don't say it. I know I have many shortcomings, but if you say it, I will be sad and sad."

It is often said that his shortcomings are criticized, as long as Ms. Qiu Yanru is enough, if there are more, he will feel even more inferior.

He Zhiyuan paused, and there seemed to be a little smile in his voice, "You still cry?"

Qiu Yuning is such a sensitive person, and he knows how to push an inch, he sensed He Zhiyuan's teasing, and his tense heart relaxed, he boldly raised his eyes, glared at He Zhiyuan, and said, "I haven't cried for a long time. "

He Zhiyuan stared at his eyes, and now Qiu Yuning's eyes were still red, which was the evidence that he cried just now.

Feeling his gaze, Qiu Yuning choked up a bit, and said, "This time, this time doesn't count, I can't help it."

He Zhiyuan didn't speak.

Qiu Yuning gently pushed the stone under his feet, and the small stone just rolled to his feet, "So...how did you change your opinion of me?"

The corners of He Zhiyuan's lips curled up slightly, "I thought you were a childish ghost, but now you look like a normal person."

Qiu Yuning: "..."

He couldn't help saying: "You are the childish ghost, I am not!"

He Zhiyuan said, "You are."

"I'm not!" Qiu Yuning raised his voice a little, and he looked at He Zhiyuan angrily, his bright black eyes were filled with a lot of light, and became more and more clear, "You are a naive ghost, if I am, you Too."

The vocabulary of his retort was surprisingly monotonous.

He Zhiyuan laughed, and now he was grinning with teeth, and a pair of dimples appeared on both sides of his cheeks.

Qiu Yuning stared blankly, opened his mouth wide, and forgot what he wanted to say.

He Zhiyuan felt his shock, and returned to his expressionless expression.

"You, you, you...you!" Qiu Yuning's two red and soft lips seemed to be unable to close at this time, and he couldn't help pointing at He Zhiyuan with his fingers, and stammered: "You have dimples! No! You actually have it!"

He Zhiyuan said blankly, "I haven't."

"I, I saw it!" Qiu Yuning blushed, "I saw it! You have dimples!"

He Zhiyuan said: "You read it wrong."

"I'm not mistaken! I really saw it!" Qiu Yuning looked like a teacher who caught the student's mistake at this time, insisting on asking He Zhiyuan to admit the fact that he had a pair of dimples.

"..." He Zhiyuan lifted his foot and left.

Qiu Yuning trotted after him, "I can see clearly, you have dimples, and they are deep."

He Zhiyuan ignored him, Qiu Yuning saw that he had been indifferent, and gradually understood, he wanted to laugh, in fact, he did laugh, with a lively laugh in his voice, "You really have dimples, Is it because you have dimples that you don't like to laugh? You see, you are a naive ghost, who would not laugh because of dimples?"

He Zhiyuan paused and said, "I haven't."

Qiu Yuning said: "You have, you really have, hmph, I saw it, I saw it with both eyes, you can't deny it."

He Zhiyuan didn't speak.

Qiu Yuning suddenly felt shy, and whispered: "He Zhiyuan, look, you told me to let go of my smile, saying that I purse my lips ugly, but you are also like this, I hope you can let go of your smile, I think... ...I think you look handsome when you smile, really, handsome."

He Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks, turned to look at him, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

He stopped suddenly, Qiu Yuning who was following him almost bumped into him, fortunately he stopped the car in time, but he was too close to He Zhiyuan, especially when he was talking to him with his head down, a warm breath rushed towards Qiu Yuning face.

Qiu Yuning's cheeks that were already a little red from the cold suddenly turned red again, like a ripe peach, and even the air carried a faint sweetness, "...Yes, you are beautiful, I think he might be the best looking boy I've ever seen."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but raised his eyelids and glanced at him, thinking that his mouth was still quite stiff, and he said he didn't like to hear compliments, and now he obviously wanted him to praise him.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yuning blushed again, racked her brains, coughed lightly, and said like reciting a poem: "And I think you are tall and handsome, and you are doing well in studies, so you must be the heartbeat of many girls." I'm so excited, I think you can smile more, your dimples, um... are actually very handsome, I've never seen such a handsome dimple..."

When he said this, he saw He Zhiyuan laughing again, as if he was boasting or amused by him, and the pair of dimples appeared shallowly.

Qiu Yuning looked at it, his face suddenly became redder, as if he was hit by a burst of electric current, his heart beat faster suddenly, his breath seemed to become hot, he looked away, tried hard Freed himself from the charm emanating from He Zhiyuan's smile, he stammered out the last sentence: "...you are really handsome."

Seeing that he didn't look at him again, He Zhiyuan withdrew his intentional smile and lowered his voice, "Thank you for the compliment."

Qiu Yuning lowered his head, his bare neck could feel his hot, hot breath, the heartbeat in his ears was amplified a lot, and He Zhiyuan's voice seemed to float into his ears from far away, so uncomfortably Real, so ethereal and unreal.

What he said later, Qiu Yuning forgot, something seemed to have planted a seed in his heart at this moment.

In that cold evening, a small seed grew into a towering tree in the future, and was burned into a sea of ​​flames by a fiery flame, just like his blazing, hot breath at that time, like his throbbing limbs. heart.