Scum attack, your father is here!

"The photos of his parents are gone?" Zhong Xuejin's expression gradually became serious, his bluish-colored eyebrows frowned, slightly arched, as if a little anxious:

"I didn't see it. Could it be that he lost it on the way out?"

Qi Qingyun didn't answer the conversation right away, she rubbed her fingertips unconsciously as if she was thinking, her eyes stared at Zhong Xuejin intentionally or unintentionally, her pupils were smudged with firefly yellow spots under the action of the desk lamp, her expression was a little unclear, like In judging the authenticity of Zhong Xue's words.

Theoretically speaking, he didn't fully believe Zhong Xuejin's words.

No matter how angry Qi Yousui was, he still couldn't forget to pick up the photos of his parents, so the photos could only be in his pocket.

If it is dropped on the road when leaving, the possibility of recovering the photo is very slim; but if it is dropped in the dormitory and is artificially hidden, the situation is different.

Qi Qingyun didn't believe that Zhong Xuejin would do such a perverted thing as hiding other people's photos, but he could not control the kick that Qi Yousui kicked Zhong Xuejin at the school gate that day, and Zhong Xuejin's death. I didn't get that punch in the classroom before.

Qi Qingyun always only thinks of people's good, but even he, facing Zhong Xuejin, who is so soft and submissive, would murmur in his heart: There is really such a generous person in the world who doesn't care about past suspicions, and never even thought about it. Revenge man?

There are very few saints in this world, and Qi Qingyun has never met many in his life.

But even though there was suspicion in her heart, Qi Qingyun did not express the suspicion in her heart. In order to prevent any unpleasantness, she paused and only sighed:

"It's fine if you don't see it."

After finishing speaking, a picture of Qi Yousui crying and calling his father appeared in front of him today, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he muttered to himself: "I will try my best to find a way to help him get it back."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Qingyun's peripheral vision inadvertently turned to the side to listen to their conversation, and Chu Queze, who was tossing and turning and hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, felt a movement in his heart, and changed the topic quietly, with apology:

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

"...Ah, it's okay." After listening to the conversation between the two for some time, Chu Quize stopped his rustling movements, buried his face in the quilt, couldn't see his expression clearly, and said vaguely:

"Go on, it's okay, I can fall asleep no matter how loud it is."

After finishing speaking, he seemed afraid to look at Qi Qingyun's eyes that seemed to see through everything, and quietly leaned his back against the cold wall, trying to regain a sense of security and confidence, and whispered his request:

"But I just don't like the light when I sleep, and I can't sleep at all."

"Sorry." Qi Qingyun understood Chu Queze's implication, and put the messy photo frame into the cabinet, turned off the desk lamp and stood up:

"Then go to bed, there is class tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Qi Qingyun inadvertently cast her eyes on Zhong Xuejin, who had a gloomy expression, and pointedly reminded: "Reading for too long is not good for your eyes."

As soon as his words fell, the only two remaining light sources in the room disappeared, and the darkness mixed with silence was like a soft and elegant tulle, quietly covering this small world.

When they quieted down, Chu Queze finally became honest, and his breathing quickly became even.

Qi Qingyun walked to the bed by the moonlight, and was about to change into her pajamas and go to sleep, when she just lay down on the bed, she heard Zhong Xuejin in the next bed whispering above her head through a thin curtain:

"Do you suspect that I hid the photos of his parents?"

Qi Qingyun covered the quilt for a while, thought for a while, did not admit or deny, and asked directly:

"Do you know?"

Zhong Xue was silent for a moment, and then said firmly after a while:

"I do not know."

"It's not because I don't hold grudges, but because I won't lie to you about this matter." Before Qi Qingyun could say anything, Zhong Xuejin quickly added aggrievedly:

"You doubt me, I'm really sad."

"..." Qi Qingyun didn't expect her inner thoughts to be seen through so easily, and the person concerned bluntly expressed her inner emotions, her expression was a little subtle, and she quickly admitted her mistake after a while:

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, it's over?" Zhong Xuejin refused to give in at all. Hearing his soft tone, Qi Qingyun could even imagine Zhong Xuejin's aggrieved expression with the corners of her mouth drooping slightly:

"How can you miss me so much?"

After hearing this sentence, which was similar to accusation, Qi Qingyun was finally sure that Zhong Xuejin was just looking for trouble, she paused, looked at a certain place in the darkness, and said flatly:

"What do you want?"

Zhong Xue was silent when she heard the words, but soon spoke again, her voice was hoarse and hoarse than before, it was different from the coquettish softness before, instead it was like transparent syrup wrapped with a wooden stick, revealing wisps of sweetness greasy:

"I have night blindness. I can't see without turning on the light. Come over and apply the medicine for me."

"..." Qi Qingyun was about to refuse, but Zhong Xuejin quickly added another sentence, deliberately showing weakness:

"I was really kicked and hurt."

"..." Hearing this, Qi Qingyun did not say any more words of rejection, but he did not get up immediately either, lying on the bed without any movement, as if a little indifferent.

Across the bed curtain, Zhong Xue could only hear Qi Qingyun's shallow breathing, as if she was asleep, she didn't even turn over and kick the quilt.

Zhong Xuejin showed no embarrassment of being rejected at all, instead she curled her lips secretly.

He knew that Qi Qingyun hadn't fallen asleep, and that the other party had always slept poorly, and woke up at the end of the bed at night. When they first got married, Zhong Xue was afraid that the other party would catch a cold, so she often got up in the middle of the night to cover Qi Qingyun with a quilt, It's like serving your ancestors.

Zhong Xuejin had no expression on her face, instead she purposely muttered "Forget it if you don't want to" in a tone that Qi Qingyun could only hear. After speaking, she wanted to get out of bed in the dark to look for medicinal wine, but when he opened the bed curtain, In an instant, Qi Qingyun didn't know why, and suddenly opened her mouth in a deep voice, her voice gurgling like running water:

"Night blindness, just lie down and don't move, I'll come."

Zhong Xue tried her best to suppress the curved corners of her mouth, lowered the curtain, and told Qi Qingyun in a low voice where the medicinal wine was placed. After a while, Qi Qingyun took the medicinal wine and came up on the bed ladder under the moonlight, and sat down. Beside the bed, she raised a pair of clear eyes and looked at him:

"Come here and tell me where it hurts."

Zhong Xue completely covered the curvature of her mouth, pretended to be nonchalant, curled up under the quilt, as if she didn't know how to write the word shy, and looked at him with innocent almond eyes:

"I'm afraid of the cold, I'll catch a cold after taking off my clothes and getting out of bed."

Qi Qingyun was speechless:

"Then how can I give you medicine if you don't come here?"

"Isn't it all right for you to lie under the quilt with me?" Zhong Xue tilted her head in confusion, with a pure and innocent expression, inexplicably reminiscent of the "poor emoji" in iOS, but Qi Qingyun seemed like a Bad guys with bad intentions:

"Come here and help me, okay?"

Qi Qingyun gave Zhong Xuejin a condescending look, and threw the medicinal wine onto Zhong Xuejin's quilt expressionlessly, turned around without saying a word, and wanted to leave, but there was a weight behind her, and someone suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes:

"Don't go."

As his words fell, a snow-white and slender wrist stretched out from the bed curtain, and Zhong Xuejin's body, bathed in moonlight, appeared intact in front of Qi Qingyun.

The moment her eyes touched the wound on Zhong Xuejin's body, Qi Qingyun's breath suddenly became stagnant, and she gasped, her face was a little dazed, and she didn't speak for a long time.

In addition to a large bowl of bruises on the abdomen, Zhong Xuejin's shoulders, inner arms and waist have bruises of different shades, which are set off by the almost transparent white skin, and the mood is dotted like marks on the map. The whole body, hardly a piece of good meat can be seen.

"Who pinched this?" Qi Qingyun didn't even notice that his voice was trembling, but felt a surge of anger rushing to his forehead, almost burning out his reason: "Did Qi Yousui do it?"

"...No." Zhong Xuejin crawled into Qi Qingyun's arms like a small animal, lowered her head and rubbed against his shoulder, and whispered vaguely:

"I fell by myself."

"How did you fall like this?" Qi Qingyun took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart, and glanced expressionlessly at Zhong Xuejin, who was hesitating to speak, and couldn't tell whether it was anger or suspicion :

"Lie down, lie on your stomach and don't move."

Zhong Xuejin lay obediently on the quilt, Qi Qingyun helped him up, spread the medicinal wine on his palm, and wiped it on Zhong Xuejin's back gently.

Zhong Xue has a beautiful skin and flesh, a slender body, and the beautiful butterfly bones are fragile and thin. The back is clean and delicate like a fine jade mat. Except for the scars, there is really no trace of flaws. The exquisite waist and skin are like a The ice-clean snow water turns into powder, like a fine white jade.

Qi Qingyun only took one look, and then focused on rubbing the medicine for Zhong Xue.

The medicinal wine melted like water on Zhong Xuejin's back, and it was as bright as jade glaze. Rubbing the soft silk-like skin with fingertips, it gradually became hot, allowing the medicinal power to completely evaporate and dissipate the bruise.

Qi Qingyun had no ghosts in his heart, but Zhong Xuejin was obviously not very cooperative, lying in Qi Qingyun's arms and panting lightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, his pupils were slack, and his glossy black hair was sticking messily on the ground due to the fine sweat. Between the foreheads, the voice was hoarse and soft, and when it hurt from rubbing and pressing, there would be a long-drawn moan from the throat, as if a red tongue protruded intentionally or unintentionally from the lips painted with rouge, and the white and slender neck of the crane was slightly stretched. Stretching, scorching breath immediately sprayed in Qi Qingyun's ears, and with just a slight tilt of the head, the lines of the slender waist held in the palm can be seen clearly.

Such heavy and hoarse breathing seemed very seductive and ambiguous in the night, like a young couple who couldn't help themselves and hid under the quilt, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time.

Qi Qingyun felt that Zhong Xuejin's behavior was a bit weird, but he didn't think too much about it, and even took time out of the remaining medicinal wine in his palm, looking very calm, as if it was really just mutual help between classmates:

"Tell me, how did you get your injuries?"

The seductive wink seemed to be thrown to a blind man, and Zhong Xuejin, who had been panting for a long time: "..."

He stopped panting immediately, his distressed blue hair was pressing on his eyelids, with a bit of tingling pain, his fingertips unconsciously clenched the bed sheet tightly, he didn't want to answer Qi Qingyun's question at all, instead he said inexplicably:

"I'm already like this, so you don't feel anything about me?"

When the two got married in the previous life, if he had been panting so much, a person as abstinent as Qi Qingyun could spend two more hours in bed.

However, he selfishly felt that Qi Qingyun's breathing sounded better, it was heavy and hoarse, and when he bit his earlobe and called him "Yinyin", he could instantly disarm and surrender, but it's a pity that Qi Qingyun didn't like to make a sound, otherwise it would be too much After listening to Zhong Xuejin a few times, she felt that she would die suddenly on the spot because of her heartbeat too fast.

"How can I feel about you."

But at this time, Qi Qingyun didn't respond to him at all, instead she gave him a strange look, raised half of her eyebrows lightly, and her handsome face was as vivid as if a banished fairy in a painting had come to life:

"I have a lover."

Zhong Xue let out a sigh, her tone was very light, and she was inexplicably upset:

"Then you go and be with him."

Qi Qingyun didn't hear the jealousy in Zhong Xuejin's mouth, and rubbed the wound for him, and said in a low voice:

"he died."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Xue's breath was stagnant, and she didn't dare to blink her eyes. Suddenly, she realized that Qi Qingyun seemed to be saying to herself:

"When? How did you know?"

"After we separated." Qi Qingyun's movements also slowed down, her tone was a little trembling, as if she was choked by something, she opened her mouth and lost her voice for a few seconds, and it took a long time to find her tone, which was a little broken:

"I saw it on the Internet."

"..." Zhong Xuejin turned around, held Qi Qingyun's face in her hands, stared at the water in the other's eyes, and felt extremely distressed, wishing to expose her identity immediately:

"Actually, I am..."

"So there is no possibility between me and you." Qi Qingyun gently avoided Zhong Xuejin's touch, "Even if things are different, even if death separates me from him, I will still be loyal to him. "

"You can put away your little thoughts."

Qi Qingyun has lived for two lifetimes, and it's not that he has never been in love. He actually understands everything, but he tried his best to minimize the damage caused by rejection. After finishing speaking, he added:

"sorry."

"..." Zhong Xuejin looked at him, a little tear came from the corner of his eyes, Qi Qingyun thought he was rejected, so he was sad, but only Zhong Xuejin knew it was not, hanging down his soft neck, His figure was too thin to be hidden in the night, and his voice was slightly crying:

"You're right, things have already changed, haven't they?"

"But how can you guarantee that you will always love him the same?"

Zhong Xue let out a laugh: "After you separated, do you really know what happened to him?"

"People are subject to change, Qi Qingyun." Zhong Xuejin sat cross-legged in Qi Qingyun's arms, her dark pupils were like black jade, impregnated with many emotions that he couldn't understand:

"If he becomes beyond recognition, will you still love him?"

"That depends on the reform." Qi Qingyun lowered her head and rubbed Zhong Xuejin's wound, as if she was really thinking about this question:

"As long as he doesn't do a series of things that violate the law, such as murder and arson, even if he is cheating and seeking an affair, I think it is acceptable."

Qi Qingyun thought for a while, and felt that according to Zhong Xuejin's character, it should be impossible to do such a thing. She focused on the latter possibility, and said:

"If he falls in love with someone else, I will most likely suffer for a long time, but I will also wish him sincerely..."

"There's no affair, and there's no one else." Zhong Xuejin interrupted Qi Qingyun's words directly, and raised her voice to ask:

"What if it's the first type?"

He stared at Qi Qingyun's calm side face, as if he wanted to find some waves in it, his voice was like a thin gull bird that was blown over by the waves, trembling in the wind:

"What if he just murdered and set fire?"

"..." Qi Qingyun rolled her eyes, and in Zhong Xuejin's eyes full of hope, she silently uttered a few words, unable to detect any emotion:

"Then I'll send him to jail myself."

Zhong Xuejin: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, then covered his forehead with a broken smile, as if he had expected Qi Qingyun's answer, he gave a low laugh, strange as a ghost in the dark night, but his whole body seemed to be drenched by rain and also by his master The abandoned little milk dog, full of loss and helplessness, murmured:

"I knew it was..."

"However, although it is impossible for me to be with him again." Qi Qingyun's voice was steady, melting into the night, like a pool of clear pool water, but what he said was like a hammer hitting Zhong Xuejin's heart After a while, he smashed his heart into several pieces that couldn't be put together, and then glued it together again:

"But I'm still very special and I love him very much."

"I love you too."

Before she finished speaking, Zhong Xuejin suddenly raised her head, and interrupted Qi Qingyun's words, blowing away the desolation in the room, and said seriously: "I love you very much, too."

"........"

Qi Qingyun widened her eyes in astonishment, a ridiculous thought appeared in her heart, and looked at Zhong Xuejin in surprise: "What do you mean?!"