desire.

This is a very beautiful word.

The better it is, the more you can't help but have longings and expectations, and be happy to think that you can hold it in your hands, the more painful it will be.

The boy pulled out a sarcastic curve of his lips, and he would vomit without any mercy, but the person on the other side held his hands and fingers, put them in front of his chest, and closed his eyes, "I hope Xiaomian will be safe and sound for the rest of his life, and he doesn't need to be powerful or rich or powerful. As long as he can be happy, that's fine."

She knew that Xiaomian was cold-hearted and asked him to make a wish, but he might not be happy, or he would quietly acquiesce if he had a wish. He still had to show off and guide him.

As for saying that her wish is not effective, she doesn't care. She just wants to know the awkward wish, which will be her next goal.

What Qu Qingmian wanted to say turned around between her lips and teeth, then swallowed it and looked at her.

Those eyes opened, as clear and soft as water was washed, and the fire swayed, clearly reflecting his face.

The boy did not hold his hands together, but just closed his eyes like her, but his mind was a little blank, and his wish...

What kind of wish should he have?

"etc!"

Sang Li suddenly thought of a question: Should we make a wish first or sing a birthday song first?

Since her parents divorced, her birthday gradually turned into a phone call or a transfer, and no family members were with her for her birthday.

When I was a child, I couldn't remember such small details. This kind of unfamiliarity made her hesitate for a moment.

Sang Li thought for a while and thought that he should be singing a birthday song first, "There is another link."

When she smiled, her nose would always wrinkle slightly, her big round eyes bent, and she clapped her hands to sing, "Happy birthday...Happy birthday...Happy birthday~"

Qu Qingmian looked at her silently.

The girl clapped her hands and smiled brightly as if the tune was simple and the words were just like a repetitive song that made people happy.

It's so childish that only children like Cuicui, the neighbor's house, will like it.

But one person tries his best to make another person happy, and the other person can always feel it.

Qu Qingmian's depressed and silent chest was like a breeze blowing in, and the undulating and uncontrollable slight joy was wafting.

Slap

After the girl finished singing, she clapped her hands again, "You can make a wish~"

Qu Qingmian stared at her, as if she wanted to find some flaws from that vivid and smiling face.

"I want to live," his voice was clear and cold, "this is my wish."

Sang Li's smile froze, and his hands, which were red when they were slapped together with force, stopped.

This is also her desire.

She wanted Xiaomian to live well in this world.

But there are too many uncertainties in the future. Many times, on the way to school to pick up Xiaomian, Sang Li can't help thinking, this time she hid with Xiaomian, and she didn't deliberately try to die to come to Luo'an City, the foot of the immortal cultivation sect. Can she really get rid of the suppression of Xiaomian by the Heavenly Way?

Will someone from the Immortal Sect suddenly appear in Yaoshui Town, or if someone knows his physique, must follow him thousands of miles away and capture him?

After all, it is the strongest Xuanyin physique. Most immortal sects are selfish people. If you know and catch Xiaomian, you might have some ancient methods of bleeding and digging your heart and pulling your spiritual roots.

Today's life is stable and smooth, but occasionally at a certain moment, you will still feel worried.

Qu Qingmian saw the corners of her raised mouth hanging down little by little, and sneered in her heart. Sure enough, can't I pretend anymore?

However, soon, the girl's light-colored pupils showed firmness.

"I know," Sang Li responded seriously to his wish, "In the face of any disaster or accident, I am just a weak ordinary person, but Xiaomian, I will definitely stand by your side. Even if I can't protect you, I will be there."

Give up the opportunity to be reborn and give up the 300 million reward, for her, perhaps it is not just a lingchi-like guilt and uneasiness.

Xiaomian regarded her as all her dependence and trust, making her feel that she was needed.

In the original world, even her close relatives who are thicker than water don’t need her. What’s the point of staying there?

Only here is her home.

Qu Qingmian didn't sleep all night, and opened her eyes and looked at the white curtain above her head, dazed and dazed.

‘I will definitely stand by your side. Even if I can’t protect you, I will be there.’ Her words always touched him, and the mountains and tsunamis were heard.

Why can't I control my mood when facing someone who has killed him?

Qu Qingmian tossed and turned.

Even when autumn begins, the heat of summer continues.

The sun was dazzling outside, but when I was resting after class, many children in the school would still run to the yard to play.

The young ones gathered together and squatted in the grass in the corner to catch crickets, and then put them together to fight.

There are also people who climb trees to catch cicadas. They are more loud than whistles in their hands, and they are chasing them happily behind the girls to scare them.

Many of the girls in the town also grew up playing with these things, without any fear, chasing each other and laughing and screaming.

Chen Sanshi shook his body left and right, his head turned around like a gyroscope, and finally let out an old-fashioned sigh, "Oh, it's better to be young, carefree, childish but heartless."

The day when Xiaochao went back last time, he was indeed beaten up. His father held the board and called him on his butt in a storm. It still hurts now, so he has no idea of ​​playing. He can only read the book with a sad face, trying to make up for his shortcomings.

While reading a book, Chen Sanshi took out two red eggs from his dark blue cloth bag, raised his hand and put it in front of his deskmate.

Qu Qingmian turned his head and looked at him without saying a word.

Chen Sanshi was embarrassed. He was a person who knew how to share. He brought food from home these days and wanted to share a portion for his deskmate. However, the cold and taciturn boy never asked for it at all, and later he stopped doing useless work.

But this time it was different. He didn't expect that the boy would still look at him indifferently and silently express his rejection.

"Brother Qu, this is a birthday egg, which represents blessings and wishes. You are unwilling to accept this, right?"

"Birthday?" Qu Qingmian caught important words.

Chen Sanshi put the red egg in his hand on the edge and knocked it, skillfully peeling it, "Yes, today is my birthday. I have eaten longevity noodles in the morning. This red egg was specially brought for you to make you feel good about it."

Qu Qingmian finally understood, and he picked up the red egg that rolled to the edge of the page.

This is actually an ordinary egg. I don’t know what to use to dye it. It can be seen that the person who makes it seems to have poor patience, the color is not uniform, and the depth is shallow.

He asked subconsciously, "You only eat longevity noodles on your birthday, and this one?"

Chen Sanshi stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth in one bite, and spoke vaguely, "Everyone eats longevity noodles on his birthday, aren't you?"

He didn't understand why anyone would ask such a strange question, as if he didn't understand common sense and had never celebrated his birthday.

Qu Qingmian stopped talking.

It turns out that his birthday is different from others.

Others have longevity noodles, compared with red eggs, Sang Li gave him more attentive and unique.

He has soft and sweet big pastries with fruits, as well as birthday songs and wishes, which are the most special.

For the first time, I had the idea of ​​showing off something to others.

Qu Qingmian lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips, which contained the light red left after touching the egg. He rubbed it gently, and for the first time he was distracted in school.

She treated all his good deeds too much, as if from the bottom of her heart.

He is obviously a person who is not very smart, and he is not as scheming as a person with deep scheming, especially his eyes, which are transparent and clear, and all his emotions are revealed without any concealment.

So, this is exactly what she is so brilliant?

He tried to cover up his heart-pounding joy, and tried to recall the pain of falling into the abyss, so as to remind himself not to sink into the beautiful illusion.

The boy turned his eyes to the window coffin, looking at the sunshine beyond the inch, the green leaves whispered by the breeze, the sparrows flying by in groups, and the butterflies living among the bustling flowers.

All these fresh lives are often greedy, and they also want to live and live.

Qu Qingmian blocked her heart and melted silently. The glacier that was about to break the dam was clearly realized that it would only become more and more difficult if he didn't kill her faster.

Because he is unable to control his feelings.

He couldn't control his heart, so there was only one way to solve her as soon as possible.

As long as she dies, she no longer smiles at him, no longer treats him well, no longer says confusing words, no longer any touch of a heartbeat.

Only then can he break free from this split pain.

After thinking it through, Qu Qingmian decided to give himself a deadline to take action.
Chapter completed!