The vicious supporting actress is the heroine's favorite

Perhaps because he finally returned to his familiar home, Du Qing slept more peacefully that night than in the hospital.

Even had a dream in a trance.

One, a dream that seemed to have happened a long time ago.

It was a quiet afternoon in the dream, the weather was clear, the wind was gentle, and the fragrance of unknown flowers was blown by the breeze and slowly poured into the nostrils.

It is comfortable to smell, and the whole body is covered with joy.

In addition, there is another emotion that has been overflowing in the bottom of my heart.

— Peace of mind.

It is the kind of peace of mind that no matter what happens, you will not be afraid at all.

In the dream, Du Qingqing laughed, blinked slightly, and then turned her head quietly, looking up at the sun.

Someone is standing next to him.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and it was difficult to see her appearance clearly from this angle, and her voice could not be heard because of the noisy frolicking around her.

But it doesn't matter, because at this moment the hands of the two are holding each other tightly, blending with warm and fiery body temperature.

As soon as Du Qingqing opened his lips, he laughed again, looked sideways at the crowd around him, and after a while, he boldly leaned in the direction of that person.

Standing shoulder to shoulder and holding hands with her, even my heart was stuck together at this time, telling her softly: "I'm really happy, I haven't been this happy for a long time."

"Actually, I didn't even have many friends before." She said, a little embarrassed to share her secrets with the people around her, "Why all of a sudden... have girlfriends?"

The voice of these words is very small, mixed with gratitude and emotion in the tone, like talking to himself.

After she finished speaking, she realized that the people beside her might not have heard her, so she coughed slightly in embarrassment, took a deep breath and looked at her face.

I wanted to say it again, so I opened my lips again.

But whoever imagined it suddenly got a kiss.

I also saw that person lowered his head slowly, with a gentle smile piercing through the sunlight and reaching his eyes, his brows were raised slightly, as if he had thought about that question very seriously.

Then he replied slowly: "Of course it's because I like it."

"Because you like me, and because I like you, we will become lovers and partners, and we will still be together no matter what hardships happen."

"..."

"It's that simple."

When Du Qing woke up, he found that he was crying in his dream. The tears were still flowing out when he opened his eyes, almost wet the pillow.

She seldom cried because of dreams before, and she seldom had such strange dreams.

Du Qingqing was a little confused and confused, she couldn't remember who the person in the dream was at all, and she couldn't tell whether the scene was real or fake.

I just feel that the question I asked is really familiar, obviously Su Jimian just asked himself when he was in the hospital a few days ago.

Probably day and night dream.

Du Qingqing sighed, rubbed her swollen head, and quickly propped herself up from the crib to look for Su Jimian's figure.

It was actually quite early at this moment, and the sky was only just beginning to dawn.

Du Qingqing thought that Su Jimian must still be sleeping, so she purposely lightened her movements, and quietly got up to look like a thief, but she was in vain.

Why is there no one on the bed!

Du Qingqing's drowsiness was suddenly awakened by more than half, and the whole person sat up in a jerk.

He raised his hand to touch the quilt, and it was really cold, and he didn't know how long he had been walking.

Where did it go? !

Du Qingqing was dumbfounded. Looking at the empty big bed, a lot of bad guesses popped up in his mind. He quickly stood up and took the phone from under the pillow, and ran out without even putting on his coat.

Fearing that Su Ji Mian would get lost, she walked quickly.

He even contacted the system in his head, turned on the phone and found the phone number that the police comrade had left for him not long ago, and was prepared for the sudden disappearance.

I couldn't be in a hurry, so I ran to the living room in such a panic, but when I raised my eyes, I suddenly saw a curled up figure in front of the French window.

It's a bit like a puppy straying on the street, the whole person is huddled together, only a light coat is draped over the body, and the hand with the plaster is stretched forward.

Poor thing, sitting there is like a guide on the edge of a flyover.

Why did you come here to sleep...

Du Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, her panic and uneasiness were reduced by half, followed by a burst of helplessness.

Just like that, she moved over gently with her footsteps, and only after looking down did she discover the clue.

——Su Ji Mian was pressing a few sheets of paper under his body, and there was a pencil next to it. The end of the pencil had obviously been folded. One could tell what must have happened last night, and now he was lying alone on the side.

Looking back at those papers...

Du Qingqing knelt down lightly, quietly took out a sheet from under her body, and looked at it in front of her eyes, and saw that there were twists and turns and forceful handwriting on it.

There are also paintings, which look much better than those drawn by ordinary people with their left hands, but compared to Su Jimian's previous level, they are completely different.

Du Qingqing felt distressed unconsciously as she looked at it, and turned to look at Su Jimian who was curled up behind her, wanting to hug her very specially.

Fortunately, it was still early, and even the servants hadn't woken up yet.

Then don't go back at all, there is nothing wrong with sleeping here with Mianmian.

Thinking this way, Du Qingqing didn't get up, but just moved forward and sat beside Su Jimian.

He raised his eyes and stared at the person for a while, and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he finally felt relieved, and boldly raised his hand to hug her, as if coaxing a child, and gently patted Su Jimian's back with his hand.

Attached to the ear, whispering softly to the sleeping person.

Tell her word by word: "Mianmian must, must have a good dream."

Miss Su stayed with Miss Su in the hospital for so many days, everyone could feel that Su Ji Mian held an unusual position in Du Qingqing's heart.

Suddenly seeing the two of them sleeping in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, they thought it was some kind of interest and didn't bother at all.

Even Uncle Liu did the same. He didn't know if he suddenly got enlightened, but he went over silently to cover someone with a small blanket, and asked the kitchen to carefully prepare breakfast.

It's better to get some ginger soup to drink.

After all, the two of them would catch a cold if they sat here in the cold and couldn't sleep well.

Uncle Liu sighed, turned around while expressing emotion, waved his hands to disperse the surrounding servants, and told them to keep their voices down.

Time passed slowly like this until around nine o'clock in the morning.

Su Jimian just woke up leisurely.

She slept late yesterday because she was in a bad mood, and she finally fell asleep when it was almost dawn. Her body was heavy and exhausted. She was in the same position as before she closed her eyes, and her legs and hands were unsurprisingly a little numb.

Originally, I wanted to move to relieve it, but before I could move, I suddenly felt an inexplicable softness in my arms.

Looking down, it turned out to be Du Qingqing.

She didn't know when she started running here.

Su Jimian stared at her in a daze, and suddenly he didn't dare to move.

In fact, Du Qingqing was not very honest when she slept, especially when she was in an uncomfortable sleeping position. At first, she was holding Su Ji Mian, but now she had slipped onto her leg.

Lying down like a pillow, sleeping quite comfortably, with a small pink blanket covering her body, her little face was flushed, her breathing was steady and sweet, as if she was having a sweet dream, her red lips were slightly parted, and she uttered a few soft words whisper.

Su Jimian lowered his head to listen, and found that she was talking about wanting to eat hot pot.

"I want to eat hot pot with Mianmian."

"..."

Su Jimian suddenly fell silent, staring at her for a long time without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally raised his hand tentatively after a while.

A little cold fingertips slid across Du Qingqing's face, touched the tip of her nose, touched her lips, and after a while, gently stroked her hair.

He answered her in a very low voice: "Okay."

At a certain moment, some image seemed to flash in my mind, before I had time to catch it, I found that the person in my arms had opened his eyes in the next second.

He probably hasn't woken up much yet, his eyes are still full of mist, and his body is also soft, paralyzed in her arms like a puddle of water.

But he still worked hard to open his eyelids, looked at her, and said to her with a big smile, "Good morning."

Like a ray of sunshine, it suddenly dispelled all the darkness experienced last night. When I looked up again, the sky was already a beautiful dawn.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little, as if it was destined, even if they had forgotten all the things they had experienced before, they would still be moved by her.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be loved.

Su Jimian's heart suddenly felt a little swollen and painful, and the bottom of his heart seemed to be suddenly filled with something, like a mute who lost his voice, and finally found his own voice after a while.

Nodding her head, she said seriously to the person in front of her: "Good morning."

Today's breakfast is very rich.

Du Qingqing took Su Jimian back to the room to wash up, went downstairs and had breakfast together, and then arranged him to sit on the sofa.

On the other hand, he plunged into the study, cleaned up the previous piles of "Joke Collection" and "Happy Cheats", and completely vacated the table.

Turning around to look at Su Jimian who was sitting outside eating an apple obediently, Gogou summoned him in.

"What's wrong, Ms. Jin?" Su Jimian said, and quickly stood up and walked to the study, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No." Du Qingqing shook her head and smiled at her happily, "I just want to bring you here to get acquainted."

"This is my study." She said, holding someone's hand and walking straight in. "I usually read here, and I estimate that I spend two or three hours a day in it."

He said it as if he was very knowledgeable, but in fact, what he saw was all jokes.

But Su Jimian didn't know, and just nodded following her words.

"But my interests have changed recently." Du Qingqing smiled and blinked at her, "I don't like reading books anymore, I want to try painting."

draw.

Hearing the words, Su Ji Mian quickly thought of himself, and his eyes darkened a little.

But he still responded politely: "Very good, Miss Jin will definitely do it."

"Really?" Du Qingqing nodded in response, and happily thanked her: "Thank you Mianmian."

"But..." she said, suddenly changed the topic, "I can't find a suitable teacher, so I kind of want to trouble you to teach me."

"Is it okay?" She asked, and then moved closer to Su Ji Mian, looking into her eyes very seriously with a lot of tension in her heart.

In fact, if it was placed last night, Du Qingqing probably wouldn't have asked such a question at all.

Maybe he wouldn't even mention a single word, for fear that Su Jimian would be sad when he heard these things, and would think of bad things again.

Originally thought so...

If you didn't see the papers scattered around her this morning.

Du Qingqing found that even though Su Jimian's hand was injured, her enthusiasm for painting remained undiminished, and even turned into a crazy obsession, eager to prove that she was okay.

It really hurt her so much.

Du Qingqing couldn't bear to see her like this, and didn't want to make her sad and depressed by herself, so even if it was a risk, she wanted to make her regain her confidence.

Because the two are lovers and lovers, no matter what difficulties and hardships occur, they must bear them together.

She's really thinking too much right now.

The two hands hidden behind the back also tightened forcefully, looking into Su Jimian's eyes full of hope.

Finally, the person in front of him opened his mouth.

"I can't do it." She said, and then smiled with the corners of her mouth slightly pulled, "My hand is injured, so I can't draw."

"Then use your left hand." Du Qingqing said quickly, "I know Mianmian is very good, even if you use your left hand, as long as you practice more, you can reach the old level."

"Besides, your right hand will definitely recover." She said, nodding firmly, "I will accompany you through recovery training, and will always be with you no matter what happens."

"So don't give up on yourself."

These words sound inexplicably familiar.

Su Jimian frowned, and for some reason, his thoughts suddenly returned to a night when the moonlight was beautiful and the starry sky was shining. In his memory, there was a small car, a trunk full of various items, and a toothbrush and toothpaste in his hand. , a girl like a salesman.

At that time, she also said to herself, you are a fairy painting, you can't find any faults, you are really beautiful.

So, don't deny yourself, you will definitely accomplish a lot in the future.

It was the first time someone said such words to her, and it was also the first time Su Jimian was attracted to the person in front of him.

Actually remembered something.

Su Ji Mian was stunned, his eyes suddenly became moist, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing this, Du Qingqing thought she was still doubting herself, so she hurriedly continued to persuade her, saying that I bought very expensive paints and drawing boards a long time ago, and made a lot of preparations, and I'm just waiting for you.

"As for what to draw." She said, looking around, a moment later she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He raised his hand and grabbed Su Ji Mian's left hand, put it on his face, and said happily to her: "Mianmian can draw me, I'm being honest, I promise you can draw without moving."

"But I don't feel it right now." Su Jimian looked at her and said softly, "I'm afraid that Miss Jin's drawing will be too ugly."

Hearing this, it seems that there is a door.

Seeing this, Du Qingqing hurriedly pursued the victory, shook his head and said it didn't matter.

"It's okay if you don't have a hand feeling." She said that she didn't know much about painting, just thinking that she was not used to being a model herself, so she took the other's hand and took the initiative to touch her face and neck , touch the collarbone.

His lips parted slightly, and he told her a little embarrassedly: "Touch me more and I will feel it."

As soon as the voice fell, I don't know if I said something wrong, but the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

After a while, Su Jimian showed a sincere smile for the first time, but the words he said were simple, just one word: "Pfft."

Du Qingqing: "..."

Du Qingqing: "Hey."

The negotiation was quite successful, and Su Jimian finally agreed to teach her.

Du Qingqing was overjoyed, she was so happy that she didn't know the north, she looked up to see that the weather outside was fine, so she planned to take Su Jimian out for a stroll in a small car.

As soon as she made this suggestion, she actually agreed directly.

Why are you so talkative all of a sudden?

Du Qingqing was very happy, and quickly took out her mobile phone to open the memo, jotted it down, and asked Su Jimian about where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do, but the answers she got were all random.

Du Qingqing was a little helpless, so she could only ask the last question, asking her what she would like to eat later.

"Hot pot." Unexpectedly, Su Jimian gave an accurate answer this time.

I want to eat hot pot, I want to eat too.

Du Qingqing nodded, quickly raised his hand to type, recorded the hot pot in the memo, and typed several exclamation points in succession.

Just about to take Su Jimian's hand and lead someone back to clean up the house, but before turning around, he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened it, I found that it was Zhang Xinyuan.

"Why are you here?" Du Qingqing asked, a little surprised, "What are you doing here again today?"

"Nothing to do, just come to see you." After disappearing for a while, Zhang Xinyuan inexplicably became a little deep, "After all, I have to leave."

Du Qingqing was puzzled: "Go? Where are you going?"

"Go to practice." Zhang Xinyuan said, "Since you said those words to me that day, I really tried to reflect on it for a while, and gradually realized why I was rich and handsome but still couldn't compare to Su Jimian who had nothing. "

"But now I understand." He said, sighed lightly and pushed the countless eyes on the bridge of his nose, like a wise scholar, "because I don't have the skills to do it."

"This is wrong, not good enough." He said, patted Du Qingqing's shoulder solemnly, and silently took out a pack of small biscuits and handed it to her, "So I'm going to learn technology."

"I'll give you this to keep in mind, when I come back, I will definitely do better than this!"

The words are solemn and firm, even the eyes are full of confidence.

Du Qingqing was infected by his appearance, and was also inexplicably reluctant and emotional, so she did not refuse this time, nodded and accepted the packet of biscuits.

Then he opened his lips again, and wanted to send him a few words on the occasion of parting, but before he could speak, he suddenly heard Su Ji Mian's voice coming from the room.

Perhaps it was because she found out that she had contact with strangers, so her tone was guarded: "Who is it?"

With just one sentence, Du Qingqing was asked to swallow all the words he wanted to say just now.

Then changed a new sentence, turned around and answered her with a smile: "No one, takeaway."

Zhang Xinyuan who inexplicably became a delivery boy "...?"