Tang Qing looked at him suspiciously, "Tang Yi, what ghost idea do you play?"

Tang Yi looked down at her, "what's the matter?"

"I wonder if you really like me." Tang Qing put his chin on the pillow, "I haven't seen you sell your rival so hard."

Tang Yi really laughed this time, "I like you, but now I know that it's more important to like you than to make you happy." He added with a smile, "you won't like me anyway, and I won't let you live alone forever."

It sounds really affectionate and touching. Tang Qing doesn't feel at all. She waved her hand and said to Tang Yi, "you go out, I'm going to sleep."

She yawned.

Tang Yi sighed and held her arm: "can you get up?"

Tang Qing nodded, gently put his feet on the ground, a force, and then grinning with pain, Tang Yi helped to the bed.

Tang Yi twisted the quilt for her, and then said in a warm voice, "well Good night

Tang Qing: "good night."

He nodded, turned off the light for her, then looked at her in the dark for a while, and slowly turned away.

She is now like a pool of stagnant water that has been boiling and now warm and cool, because she is dead, no matter how much enthusiasm is poured into it, she can no longer be warmed up.

Who could have thought that Tang Qing, who was calm as water, had been crazy for love.

When he saw her desperate for love, he felt sorry for her when he saw that she didn't even dare to ask her to stay.

Tang Yi slowly returned to the room, stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

It was a long night, and countless people had insomnia all night.

*

the chat in summer is very fast.

Before they had finished their breakfast, she had already arrived with her people.

Guoguo is sitting beside Tang Qing. Tang Qing is feeding her a small bag. There is a knock outside the door. People around the restaurant make a move. Tang Yi first puts down his chopsticks and stands up: "I'll go and open the door."

When he went out to open the door, people at a table all put down their chopsticks. Tang Qing finished feeding the last small basket bag, patted the small head of the fruit and said in a soft voice, "fruit, go upstairs."

Although Guoguo was young, she also felt the heavy atmosphere in the room. She held Tang Qing's arm, raised her head and asked in a low voice, "is mother going again?"

In her memory, every time Tang Qing left her seemed to have something to do with the atmosphere.

Tang Qingdun, bowed his head and kissed the small face of Guoguo, and said in a warm voice, "no, my mother will accompany the fruit in the future, OK?"

Guoguo nodded, "OK, ok..."

"Sister Xiaoqing," Luo Yi put down his chopsticks and said to Tang Qing, "I'll take fruit upstairs to review my lessons."

Tang Qing looked at him gratefully. The little boy was upright and upright, like a budding poplar. He looked considerate and sensible. Luo Yi goes upstairs with fruit and fruit, and Tang Yi comes in with Xia Ning chat.

In fact, it's only about three months from the explosion, but Tang Qing almost didn't recognize Xia Ning when she came in.

She had her hair cut short to the scalp. She was almost out of shape. Because of her pale skin, she looked like a cancer patient just coming out of the ward.

Tang Qing couldn't help but stand up and called out to her, "Xia Ning chat..."