Chapter 155 pass

What is the end of the slope? When we turned around, we were beside each other.

Outside the window, the rain has stopped, and the morning light is gradually rising, shining on the wet street.

Mu Qinglin’s soft fingers gently stroked the rain-soaked stamens, feeling its instinctive trembling and dodging.

“Yanyan…” Zhou Yi cried for a long time, her eyes were so red, she grabbed Mu Qinglin’s hand, eagerly wanting her to push the petals away, to touch the tenderness and tenderness deeper inside, but she turned her back. Holding his wrist, he said softly, “Xiao Jiu, come here, I’m a little flustered now, I have to see you happy before I can rest assured.”

Zhou Yi was at a loss.

What do you think about this?

Looking down at Mu Qinglin’s slightly parted lips, Zhou Yi’s whole body trembled, his reason was densely entwined with invisible silk threads, and he dragged him inch by inch to Mu Qinglin’s lips, approaching expectantly and nervously.

When the sun finally started to kiss the rose lightly, Zhou Yi’s brows were tightly knit together.

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In the evening, the sun was setting and Zhou Yi, who had been so tired and drowsy until now, suddenly woke up from his heavy emotions.

Her mind was filled with messy pictures, and it seemed to explode.

After finally waiting for the energy to pass, Zhou Yi looked at the roof with pale eyes, but couldn’t remember what happened yesterday.

She seems to have seen Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi yesterday?

They have been to many places, each of which is completely different from the places they took her to during the winter and summer vacations.

They kept the sunshine and laughter in her memory, and hid the reality shrouded in darkness in the camera.

They went back and forth all the way, and finally came to the southwest, where their lives were frozen forever in order to save a girl’s “future”.

They had never met the girl.

That girl is called Mu Qinglin, she is her favorite in this world now, and she is also her favorite person in this world.

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand, but there was nothing beside him.

There was a buzzing in her head, she sat up quickly, and shouted: “Yanyan!”

No one answered her.

The room was so quiet that the sound of air flowing could be heard.

Zhou Yi’s heart plummeted.

Ignoring her anxious heartbeat, she put on her clothes indiscriminately, and ran out to find Mu Qinglin.

The mother-in-law saw Zhou Yi’s flustered appearance, and quickly stopped her and said, “The girl is on the windward slope, go out and look west!”

Zhou Yi didn’t have time to say “thank you”, the person had already run out.

west, west…

Zhou Yi turned around in a circle, and finally saw Mu Qinglin on the west slope.

She put one hand in her pocket, held the phone in the other, and lowered her head slightly, talking to the person on the other end.

Behind her is the setting sun, and the wind that never disperses on the **** passes by her, leaving only a picturesque silhouette in the sunset.

Zhou Yi’s heartbeat was silent for a moment, and then it beat faster. She stepped on the stagnant water on the ground, and ran towards the direction where Mu Qinglin was standing with all her strength.

As soon as Mu Qinglin turned around after making the phone call, he saw Zhou Yi in the middle of Banpo, only ten meters away from him.

Mu Qinglin put the phone back into his pocket, looked at the people downhill with a smile and said, “Come up…”

Zhou Yi pursed her dry lips, and walked towards her quickly.

“Why are you panting like this?” Mu Qinglin asked, looking down and seeing Zhou Yi buttoning the wrong button, she was stunned for two seconds, then raised her hand to untie it, “Can’t you see that I’m in a hurry?”

Zhou Yi didn’t speak, but ran into Mu Qinglin’s arms and hugged her.

The wind was strong on the slope, blowing Zhou Yi’s long hair wantonly.

Mu Qinglin slowly closed her eyes, feeling the tenderness of her soft hair brushing her lips.

After a long time, Zhou Yi’s fluctuating emotions came to fruition. She withdrew from Mu Qinglin’s arms, looked at her faintly red eyes, and asked, “Have you seen Auntie?”

Mu Qinglin said: “I’ve seen it. The people in the village treat her the same as the people in the protection station and take good care of her.”

“Hmm…” Zhou Yi nodded, and took Mu Qinglin’s hand hanging by his side to hold it, “Shall we take Auntie back this time?”

Mu Qinglin said: “No. I just talked to my dad on the phone, and we both want her to stay here.”

“Stay here?!” Zhou Yi was surprised.

Mu Qinglin said: “Yes, stay here, together with those who have the same wish as her, and see this place getting better and better.”

“What about you?” Zhou Yi said hoarsely. Last time, Mu Qinglin almost lost himself because of Shang Ning’s little bones. Now that he finally found the rest, shouldn’t he take them back to be buried together immediately, so that his heart can completely settle down? ?

But Mu Qinglin said, “I’ll come and see her when I have time. Why are you crying?”

Mu Qinglin pinched Zhou Yi’s cheek, and asked with a smile, “Kowtow to Mom?”

Zhou Yi was slightly startled, what Mu Qinglin said was not “my mother”, but “mother”.

She suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Mu Qinglin squeezed Zhou Yi’s hand, deliberately teasing her, “Don’t want to go?”

“Think!” Zhou Yi quickly let go of Mu Qinglin’s hand, and ran two steps behind her.

Among the dozens of tombstones, which one belongs to Shang Ning?

Mu Qinglin came over, pointed to an unnamed tomb closest to the top of the hill and said, “Here…”

Zhou Yi clenched his hands tightly and took a deep breath quietly before he dared to walk up to Shang Ning and kneel down, and gave her three solid kowtows.

Mu Qinglin squatted next to Zhou Yi, with one arm pressed against her leg, and the other hand patted her forehead with grass clippings, and said happily, “You knocked the ground out, it doesn’t hurt.”

Zhou Yi lowered his head and glanced, and said seriously: “No pitfall…”

Mu Qinglin paused, and laughed on Zhou Yi’s shoulder.

Her laughter was relaxed and carefree, blown by the wind and spread far away.

This is a scene that shouldn’t appear in the cemetery, but at this moment it doesn’t seem to be inconsistent at all, but there is a sense of relief and stability that is cleared away.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Qinglin straightened her body and said softly, “Xiao Jiu, thank you.”

Zhou Yi was puzzled, “Thank me for what?”

Mu Qinglin said: “Thank you for having such a good pair of parents.”

Zhou Yi was stunned, his swollen eyes instantly turned red again.

Mu Qinglin raised her hand, stroking the corner of Zhou Yi’s eyes with her fingertips, “My mother is the only lump in my heart, without your parents, this knot will never be solved. Xiaojiu, I am very lucky, and so are you.”

“But I don’t even go to see them.”

“But you personally avenged them and my mother.”

Mu Qinglin lifted Zhou Yi’s chin, so that she could see herself clearly while dodging her guilty gaze, “Xiao Jiu, try to think about this from a different angle. The things your parents left behind with all their might made Minh and the others afraid.” So for many years after that, they dared not set foot on the border of the southwest again.

Once they were gone, countless animals in the Southwest survived. Just from this point of view, your parents should be remembered and respected, but the departure of those people also took away all the truth.

If it wasn’t for you chasing them all the way, what else could we do? Who else would make them wait until the day when their grievances are rehabilitated? Xiaojiu, even if you made a mistake, the merit outweighs the demerit, and we love you so much, how could we blame you? most…”

Mu Qinglin rested Zhou Yi’s chin with her index finger, rubbed her thumb in the dimple of her beautiful lips, and said, “I’ll slap you for them, a small punishment and a big punishment, do you want to?”

Zhou Yi said without thinking, “Yes!”

Mu Qinglin quickly raised her hand and dropped it decisively.

Zhou Yi closed her eyes subconsciously, but she didn’t wait for the expected pain. She only felt the cool wind of the palm lift up the broken hair on her temples. The next second, her face was gently caressed by Mu Qinglin’s palm.

Zhou Yi was quiet for a few seconds, then opened his eyes, “Yanyan, you’re not trying hard.”

Mu Qinglin looked calm, “I only said beating, and I didn’t say whether beating hard or lightly.”

Zhou Yi’s heart was sore and hot, “You are cheating.”

Mu Qinglin lowered his hands, looked at Zhou Yi’s black and white eyes that had gone through thousands of sails, and asked, “Then will you let me pass?”

Zhou Yi said: “Let…”

Mu Qinglin smiled and flicked Zhou Yi’s forehead, ran her fingertips over her forehead hair, and rubbed the top of her head twice, then stood up, looked down at her bright pupils, and said, “Jean, let’s pass.”

A pun.

She has done cheating, and she has done bad things.

All that is in the past is in the past.

Zhou Yi raised his eyes, and saw the shape of the wind in Mu Qinglin’s fluttering hair.

“Before the sun sets, let’s go for a walk in the distance together?” Mu Qinglin said with emotion: “It seems that it has been a long time since we held hands and walked together without distracting thoughts.”

Zhou Yi held Mu Qinglin’s hand, stood up and walked to her with his strength, clasped his fingers tightly with her, interlaced shoulders, and kissed half of her body intimately, and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Well—” Mu Qinglin thought for a while, pointed to the endless windward **** in front of him and said, “Just follow this road and go home together when you’re tired.”

Zhou Yi said, “Okay…”

For many years later, they would hold hands and walk on this **** for a long time on the day of Shang Ning’s death.

Zhou Yi was curious and asked Mu Qinglin, “What is the end of the slope?”

Mu Qinglin said, “It’s another slope.”

“No head?”

“have…”

“What is it?”

“When we turn around, we are beside each other.”

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Early the next morning, Zhou Yi and Mu Qinglin left the town, turned back to return the car, and returned by plane the next afternoon, but the destination was not Jiangping, but Zhou Yi’s hometown.

Zhou Yi didn’t know until the second she got off the plane that she suddenly felt a little homely and timid. Fortunately, Mu Qinglin held her hand every step of the way and took her all the way to the cemetery.

Zhou Yi, like Mu Qinglin not long ago, knelt in front of his parents’ grave for a long time, and waited until dusk fell and the sky was about to rest, then reluctantly went down the mountain and left.

“Stay for one night before returning to Jiangping?” Mu Qinglin asked.

Zhou Yi turned his eyes from the empty side of the road back to Mu Qinglin’s face, “I want to go to the newspaper office tomorrow.”

On the plane back, Mu Qinglin had already told her that there was something wrong with the materials archived in the newspaper.

So she really wanted to see who it was and how much she had a problem with her that would spare no effort to turn her life upside down.

Without saying anything, Mu Qinglin quickly booked a hotel on his mobile phone and reported the address to the taxi driver.

It took about forty minutes for the two of them to arrive at the hotel. In recent days, they were sweating from sitting still, not to mention they had traveled to so many places.

The first thing Mu Qing did after entering the door was to take a shower.

Zhou Yi simply packed the luggage of the two of them, stripped himself clean outside, and squeezed in.

Soon, the boring sound of water in the shower stopped, and another crisp and pleasant sound popped out from Zhou Yi’s fingertips, one string at a time, sometimes reserved and deep, sometimes bright and cheerful.

Mu Qinglin had been addicted to it for a long time, with his bony hands propped on the glass door covered with a thick layer of water vapor, his head tilted slightly, and his mouth was open to pant.

Zhou Yi was not satisfied, and always wanted to hear Mu Qinglin’s voice, so she obeyed without reservation.

Later, in the dead of night, Mu Qinglin leaned against the head of the bed with a computer on her lap.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Zhou Yi, who was already sleeping beside her, and said softly, “Xiao Jiu, no matter whether you can see what you want to see at the newspaper office tomorrow, your life will be as complete as mine. I Already thought of that way.”

The author has something to say:

The opening paragraph should be very intense according to normal emotions, but I was locked up and didn’t dare to write.

One sentence was changed 4 times yesterday…

Now that I am like this, I feel boring even when I look at it, and the whole feeling is wrong, but what can I do? Not waiting to be locked.

I’m sorry, boo.

Thanks, bows.

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