Chapter 977

Qi Weishui once asked why she liked to lie here in a daze.

Answer: there are all kinds of living things.

The subtle expressions on everyone's face are different. Contentment, happiness, depression, anxiety

Living in a busy city is also a kind of practice.

When she said this, Qi weakly looked at her with strange eyes, and now she remembered that she could not help eating and enjoying.

Indeed, in Qi's weak eyes, she is a woman full of quirks. She doesn't respect manners and behave herself. Although she thinks about what to say, she always speaks slowly, although she is quiet. However, what she utters in her mouth is often unappealing.

Besides, she is lazy.

After a few days in Yangzhou, in addition to going out for a stroll the next day, I lived in the Inn and could spend the whole day holding this book or travel notes.

As for Qi weak water, he leaves early and returns late every day, or he doesn't see people for two days. She never asked him where he had gone and what he had done. She always felt that Qi Jianshui had brought her to Yangzhou and paid for her accommodation, which was a rare good person in the world. Moreover, although they share the same path, their relationship is not very close.

She doesn't like to ask questions. She always adheres to the theory of interfering in the privacy of others.

However, in the face of Qi's weak water, she has to admit that she made an exception.

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in May.

In a flash, she has been in Yangzhou for more than half a month. She has seen all the scenery around her. She goes to the teahouse for tea one day again. By the way, the storyteller knocks on the wake-up wood and says that his mouth is foaming.

Just the harmonious sunlight outside the window, I don't know where my mind has gone.

From morning till dark, the tea guy watched her several times in a day. He felt that what the girl thought was so fascinating. However, he didn't make trouble and paid for the tea. Their teahouse is open to welcome guests. There is no reason for them to rush out.

Qi Weishui finds Yi in the teahouse. She leans on her cheek and teases the black cat, who never leaves her body. Her eyes are entranced.

On the way back to the inn, she suddenly asked, "Qi Weishui, have you ever wondered about your past life?"

Qi weak water, a strange look at her, said: "No." It's a strange question, as strange as this woman.

"I wasn't curious before, but --" she blinked and looked up at the big red lanterns hanging outside the shops in the street market, which gave off warm glow faintly. "Recently, seeing the joy, anger and joy of these people, I suddenly became curious."

Qi weak water does not speak, listen to her continue to say.

"In the 20 years when I have memories, my heart is like a pool of stagnant water. I can't feel the real happiness and what's sad."

Her tone is a little confused, her eyes are clear, it is hard for Qi Jianshui to feel that she also has a weak side.

When she stopped, he stood behind her, his hands folded, and said quietly, "is this important?" He can't understand. People just need to look ahead. Why should they stop and look at the time that has passed away?

Those who have passed have become clouds and smoke. There is no possibility of turning back.

"You don't think it's important, mostly because you haven't lost a part of your memory?" She pointed to the scattered passers-by in the street.

"It's because of the memory that their faces will show the expression of melancholy or joy. And I have no idea, so I can't feel it. "