When I found the heroine as a boy

The scratches left by time can only be healed by time.

Saying goodbye to my friends, it was a sunny but not too sunny weather with just the right temperature.

Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang were looking forward to it, and they were quite surprised to hear Zhou Qinglang say that they were in love.

After all, Zhou Qinglang was completely indifferent in their hearts, and it became even more scary after seeing each other for a few days, and it was quite strange that he suddenly fell in love with someone.

"Zhao Tianhang, what kind of person do you think can subdue Zhou Qinglang?"

Lin Qiushui guessed curiously, tugged at Zhao Tianhang's sleeve, unable to contain his excitement.

Something seemed to flash in Zhao Tianhang's mind, so fast that he couldn't grasp it, but he was aware of it.

Zhao Tianhang pondered: "I think he should be a very gentle person."

Lin Qiushui: "Gentle? Wouldn't it be a disadvantage in Zhou Qinglang's hands?"

Lin Qiushui was still guessing, but Zhou Qinglang had already brought him here.

Seeing that graceful figure, Lin Qiushui was startled.

"This, this, is a girl... Wouldn't it be even more disadvantageous!"

Zhao Tianhang thought that Lin Qiushui was going to say something repulsive, but after sighing for a long time, he popped out such a sentence.

"Hello, I'm Xia Wanshuang."

Xia Wan stretched out both hands, looking at the friends who were still young.

Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang have not changed much, they are still the same as in memory, Lin Qiushui is bluffing, Zhao Tianhang is calm and reticent.

"Hi, I'm Zhao Tianhang."

Zhao Tianhang and Xia Wan both nodded, with gentle eyes.

"Hello, my name is Lin Qiushui. I don't know why, but I always feel like old friends at first sight."

Lin Qiushui was always a little shy towards the beautiful sister, holding Xia Wan's hands, and quickly withdrew them when Zhou Qinglang was about to eat people.

"Really, little vinegar jar, you still stare at me after shaking hands."

Lin Qiushui murmured in a low voice, and the familiar titles that came out of his mouth seemed to bring Xia Wanshuang and Zhou Qinglang back to their earliest youth.

It seems like nothing has changed, but everything has changed again.

Xia Wanshuang took care of Zhou Qinglang's emotions calmly, gave her a sense of security as much as possible, and put Zhou Qinglang at the top of her life.

Zhou Qinglang always seemed to be fine, but Xia Wanshuang knew that she would be trapped in a dark dream every night, tormented as if she couldn't escape.

Fang Wanwan teased her: "I didn't expect that both of us are still in love, so superior, clinging to our partners every day, shy."

Xia Wanshuang knew that she should smile sweetly to agree, but she really couldn't laugh.

Her girl has suffered too much pain that she doesn't know and can't imagine, and she feels distressed.

Xia Wanshuang originally thought that Zhou Qinglang had nightmares every night because he was uneasy.

Until one day, Lin Qiushui took them to eat together and drank Zhou Qinglang a lot of wine.

It might be feasible to drink away their sorrows. Lin Qiushui and Zhou Qinglang both drank, but Xia Wanshuang and Zhao Tianhang didn't drink much and were still sober.

"Then we're going back, and you should pay attention to safety on the road."

Xia Wanshuang helped Zhou Qinglang up, and said goodbye to Zhao Tianhang.

"Remember to send me a message if you fall down."

Zhao Tianhang instructed, when Xia Wan double stopped the taxi, he took a picture of the license plate number of the car under the driver's gaze.

He was still the considerate and careful boy, Xia Wan waved at Zhao Tianhang with a smile on his lips.

Zhou Qinglang was drunk, but he didn't seem to be drunk.

She kept staring at Xia Wanshuang with her eyes open, blinking occasionally.

Xia Wanshuang just supported her all the way home, she wanted to go to the bathroom to get a basin of water to wipe Zhou Qinglang's face and hands, but Zhou Qinglang followed her every step of the way, which made her feel distressed and funny.

"Then you just stand here and watch me catch the water, be careful, hold on to the door, and don't fall."

Xia Wan double-adjusted the water temperature, and instructed Zhou Qinglang who was leaning against the door.

Zhou Qinglang didn't know if he understood or not, a drunken blush floated on his face, which dissipated a lot of the gloomy and mature atmosphere on that layer.

Xia Wan put her hands in the warm water, but looked at Zhou Qinglang tenderly in her eyes, her heart was like water in her hands, and the joyful emotions flowed slowly.

When Xia Wanshuang brought the basin and towels to the living room, Zhou Qinglang followed suit.

"Be good, sit here."

Xia Wan directed her big friend Zhou Qinglang to sit on the sofa.

Zhou Qinglang sat on it obediently, waiting for Xia Wanshuang's next move.

A warm towel covered Zhou Qinglang's face, and Xia Wanshuang helped her wipe it carefully, looking into those dark eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Zhou Qinglang shook his head, expressing his reluctance.

"Okay, then don't close it, I'll wipe it for you carefully."

Xia Wanshuang took the towel out of the water and wrung it dry, and helped Zhou Qinglang wipe it again.

"Hand out."

Zhou Qinglang stretched out his hand, but when Xia Wan wiped her hands, he held her hand.

Zhou Qinglang was taller than Xia Wan, and his hands were bigger than hers. He wrapped Xia Wan's hands in his palms and rubbed them against his face.

Xia Wanshuang's heart almost melted, and she kissed Zhou Qinglang's face.

Xia Wanshuang cooked a bowl of hangover soup for Zhou Qinglang. Zhou Qinglang seemed to be unwilling to drink it, so he drank a little under Xia Wanshuang's eyes, but he only drank a little, but he refused to drink it. Moved.

Xia Wanshuang had no choice but to feed it in mouthfuls, and she was also forced to swallow a lot of hangover soup.

Sometimes when Zhou Qinglang pestered him, sober soup overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

After a lot of fuss, Zhou Qinglang was fed the hangover soup. Xia Wan took the pajamas in both hands, helped Zhou Qinglang take a bath, and changed into pajamas.

The drunk classmate Zhou Langlang cooperated especially. My sister raised her arm when she asked her to, and turned around when she told her to.

After doing all this, Xia Wanshuang dragged Zhou Qinglang to sleep.

Today they went out to play with Lin Qiushui for a day, and just now they used up a little energy. Xia Wanshuang was not really 19 years old, and his energy was not so vigorous. He almost fell asleep shortly after hitting the pillow.

Intuition and premonition are often a kind of mysterious and mysterious things. The reason is unclear, but sometimes it is terrifyingly accurate.

Xia Wanshuang woke up inexplicably at night, but felt the coldness beside her.

The other half of the bed didn't know when it was empty, Xia Wanshuang sat up in a panic, and hurriedly turned on the light.

There was no one in the room, Xia Wan Shuang Lima opened the door and saw a sitting figure in the living room.

"Langlang, you..."

Xia Wanshuang originally wanted to coax her gently, but when she got closer, she could see clearly what was going on through the moonlight outside the window, and her expression changed.

"Zhou Qinglang, put down the thing in your hand!"

Xia Wan scolded sharply, her voice trembling.

The moonlight elongated the girl's shadow, but her aggressively beautiful eyebrows and eyes were dimmed. There was confusion in those black eyes, and the forearm exposed in the air had a beautiful line, but at this moment there were a few hideous scratches.

The knife used to peel fruit in the living room was in her right hand, and the tip of the knife was dripping with blood, which splashed on the white tiled floor and blossomed into blossoming blood flowers.

"elder sister……"

Zhou Qinglang seemed to wake up from a dream, she lost the knife in her hand in bewilderment, she wanted to explain, but she didn't know how.

She looked at the wound in her hand anxiously, but finally she became dull.

She looked at the ugly bloody scar, twitched the corners of her mouth, and quietly waited for Xia Wanshuang's shocked questioning or other trials.

She was no longer the Zhou Qinglang in her sister's memory.

She is not the little girl she was back then. Would my sister still like such a crazy, ugly, uncontrollable and sick her?

Xia Wan didn't turn on the lights, so she walked to Zhou Qinglang's side.

Zhou Qinglang didn't want to look at her, or he was avoiding himself.

Xia Wan squatted in front of Zhou Qinglang, seeing the girl with a look of despair and even self-deprecating, her heart ached to overflowing.

She didn't know how she could tell Zhou Qinglang that she really loved her and that she could accept all of her appearances, but she didn't know how to convince Zhou Qinglang.

How could she blame Zhou Qinglang or not understand her.

When she died, she was 27 years old, she went through everything, she didn't panic when she lost consciousness, because she was an adult.

Adults are always better at regulating their emotions, and Zhou Qinglang was only 16 years old when he encountered great changes.

The world deprived her of everything, changed beyond recognition and forced her to accept it.

This is Zhou Qinglang's fourth time working again. Xia Wanshuang knows that she has worked very hard, and she has worked very hard not to lose control.

She was afraid that she would not be able to heal the wound in Zhou Qinglang's heart as fast as the wound would open, and she was afraid that she would pretend nothing had happened even though she had conflicts.

Whitewashing peace will cause accidents sooner or later, Xia Wanshuang only wants them to be fine.

Xia Wanshuang picked up the knife on the ground and made up her mind.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Zhou Qinglang saw the hand picking up the knife, and resisted the urge to grab it directly.

"Sister, put that knife down first, I won't do this again, I'm just a little messed up today, I won't do it in the future! Put it down!"

Zhou Qinglang shook his head at Xia Wan, and approached gently, wanting to take the knife from Xia Wan's hands.

Xia Wanshuang shook her head at her, it seemed that their roles had switched at this time, it seemed that Xia Wanshuang was the one who was broken, but Zhou Qinglang knew it was not.

"elder sister……"

Zhou Qinglang looked at Xia Wanshuang almost beggingly, hoping that she would not torture her in such a way of hurting herself.

If this scar appeared on Xia Wanshuang, Zhou Qinglang would feel a thousand times more painful.

"Langlang, I don't know how to tell you my emotions, I can only tell you like this, my feeling."

Xia Wanshuang tried her best to smile at Zhou Qinglang, trying her best to keep calm.

In the face of some emotions, no matter how eloquent and eloquent, no matter how brilliant the pen is, it is still unclear and unable to write.

Only with the most real action, heart-for-heart, can we know that emotion.

"I know it's stupid to act like this, I know I'm forcing you, but I have to force you, I know you can't be willing to go to the doctor, even if you see the doctor, you won't let go of your heart. There's only me can go in, right?"

Xia Wanshuang knows Zhou Qinglang too well, so she knows what methods are useful to Zhou Qinglang.

"I don't just like your beautiful appearance. I accept both the good and the bad."

"I said that I am fully responsible for you, so when will you stop being so cautious in front of me?"

The tip of the knife cut through the skin, and the pain caused Xia Wanshuang to burst into tears.

"It hurts so much, how can you let go?"

Xia Wan watched Zhou Qinglang grab the knife in her hand in a panic, and asked softly.

"Zhou Qinglang, I will treat myself as you treat yourself in the future, do you understand?"

Look at love, it is so tricky and weird, it tastes like honey, and it is so poisonous that it can pierce the intestines, making people disregard pain and even life.

"If you love me, love yourself more."