People admire strong people, especially children.

Because of this incident, Qu Qingmian became the most admired existence in the eyes of many people. Some of them were young and even wanted to recognize him as their elder brother.

However, he was cold and seemed to have an invisible barrier, which kept others out of the way. No matter how they took the initiative to approach, it was useless.

After school, Qu Qingmian asked the doctor to go back together.

Sang Li was burning even more severely, and she curled up in the quilt, like a silkworm pupa.

After careful investigation, the doctor prescribed a few more medicines and reminded some precautions.

Qu Qingmian gave him hot water and wiped Sangli's face.

Sang Li felt her whole body was soft. Even if she sat up, she couldn't help but lean down. The boy pulled her and pulled her arms to let her lean on her.

It was dry, like the fresh smell of plants and trees under the sun. Sangli sniffed and felt it smelled very nice.

Qu Qingmian saw her sniffing like a puppy, and made a gentle inhalation sound, her body froze slightly, and her face wiped her also became rushing. After finishing the wipe quickly, she pushed the person away.

Sang Li fell on the quilt, and with a dull sound, she rolled up and rolled herself up, her voice was hoarse, "Xiaomian, you are back from school today, are you not used to it on the road?"

Every day, she insisted on picking him up regardless of wind or rain, but today she missed her because she was sick.

Qu Qingmian: "No."

Yes, but he doesn't want to be affected by this insignificant emotion.

Sang Li felt a little aggrieved: "Oh."

No matter how cold Xiaomian is, she is as depressed as Xiao Sun. However, when she is sick, it is not only uncomfortable for her body, but also for her mental weakness.

She was very disappointed and afraid of being even more alienated from Xiaomian, so she said hurriedly, "I will pick you up after school tomorrow."

"No." Qu Qingmian saw that she was so anxious that she wanted to sit up, and added, "Tomorrow is a day off."

A snake suddenly appeared in the afternoon, scaring everyone to no longer have the intention of playing. The Master took them to sit in a circle and told his own story.

The young man worked diligently, and a girl who was two years older than him in his neighbor always took care of him everywhere.

After a while, I felt affection.

After becoming a scholar, he did not continue to study, but chose to stay in a peaceful corner of Yaoshui Town and marry her and get married.

The Master said that he smiled like a spring breeze. The wrinkled eyes were piled with folds, but the light in his eyes was soft and tolerant, as if he felt tender when talking about her, "Every year on the Chinese Valentine's Day, we will go to the temple to fulfill our wishes and go outings together. This has been the case for more than 20 years, so tomorrow, you will not use it to school."

The teacher in the private school can decide which day to rest. This is the first time there is a rest day. Everyone is very happy, but before they can cheer, the master said again, "After you come, you will have a small test, so even if you don't come to school, you must work hard at home."

There was a wailing moment.

"No, it's a rare day off, wouldn't it be better to let us feel at a little more relaxed?"

"Master, I want to celebrate the Chinese Valentine's Day, too."

"Even if it's, I want it too!"

"We all want to celebrate the Chinese Valentine's Day."

These children, who are younger than the age of fifteen or sixteen, are all shouting that they will celebrate the Chinese New Year, which makes the Master laugh.

Chinese Valentine's Day...

Qu Qingmian felt a little strange in her heart.

The Master said that this is the day when an unfamiliar girl begs for cleverness and marriage, and it is also the day when many lovers meet.

Sang Li heard him explain that he would have a better spirits a lot after resting tomorrow. "It's so good. With Xiaomian accompanying me, I will definitely get better soon."

When she was busy, she was full of energy and never felt hard.

When you can only lie in bed, you feel so tired and lonely.

Seeing the dependence in her eyes, Qu Qingmian pursed her lips, and without saying a word, she picked up the medicine bag and went to the kitchen.

Maybe she was in a good mood, Sang Li felt that her dizzy head was much more awake, not as dizzy as before. She took out a slightly thick outer shirt from the carved large box, wrapped herself tightly, and followed her.

A small stove was leaning against the wall, and was boiling medicine. In front of the desk, Qu Qingmian was cleaning up a bass. His hands were cold and white, slender, with clear joints and smooth movements.

Sang Li sat on the stool, holding her face and looking at it, feeling pleasing to the eye.

Because the food was good during this period, the boy was no longer as thin as he was in the dark scene. With a little flesh, his whole spirit was much better. His hair, which was originally slightly dry, was smooth, his lips were red and his teeth were white, which looked particularly beautiful.

Qu Qingmian was staring at the person who was following him like a little tail, his face still not changing.

The fragrance quickly dissipated and dinner was ready before the meeting.

Fish soup and vegetables are still light meals.

Sang Li praised: "Xiaomian, are there anything else you can't do? It's really delicious. Even patients like me who have no appetite can have a big appetite to move their index fingers."

She ate happily, but after eating, she became more feverish, and her nasal cavity and chest were blocked, and her breathing became difficult and her cheeks became redder.

"Xiaomian, what will you do if I die of illness?"

Qu Qingmian was a little speechless: "It's just a little wind and cold, and it won't kill anyone."

Sang Li was stubborn, "Some people can choke to death even when they eat, but fall to death even when they walk. Why can't they die if they get infected with wind and cold?"

She had already lie back on the bed, holding the bedding in a hug, "I can't worry about you. If I die, I will definitely not be able to rest in peace. I will definitely crawl out of the underworld and continue to guard you."

Qu Qingmian looked at her with dark pupils, and after a long time, he whispered, "The medicine is ready."

Walking out of the bedroom, the boy pulled out a self-deprecating cold smile.

He always feels thrilled because of a word, and he really wants to dig out his unscrupulous heart.

Qu Qingmian was very painful. This pain was not about knowing the other party’s deception and her future ruthlessness, but about the expectation and desire in her heart.

After the medicine was boiled, I added sugar and took it over. After a while of unreasonable trouble, I was willing to drink it.

After drinking, Sang Li stuck out her tongue and said, "Xiaomian, water, give me some water."

Qu Qingmian handed over the prepared warm water, and she picked it up and drank it for half.

"Xiaomian, do you have anything you want to do tomorrow?"

It was still early, and Sang Li was exhausted and couldn't go anywhere, so he rubbed the boy with him and talked. Unexpectedly, he did not turn around and left without saying a cold refusal, but sat aside obediently.

"No."

Qu Qingmian was still here because she was slow to see her mental state becoming sluggish when she was sick, but she could figure out the questions he had always had as soon as possible.

Sang Li was still trying to find a topic, "Then we will stay at home and take medicine. I will definitely get better tomorrow. The grapes in the yard are ripe with a few ripe strings, and there are chicks--"

Qu Qingmian interrupted her scattered words, "Where is your hometown?"

He still remembers that when he tried cold food and called his neighbor, Cao Yingxiu praised him and asked where to learn how to do it. She replied that it was her hometown.

hometown.

He never knew where her hometown was.

Sang Li was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She can't say that she is from another world, right?

Qu Qingmian looked at her silently, his eyes gradually getting colder.

Sang Li didn't even notice it at all. After thinking about it, she gave an understandable answer, "It's very far, even further than the sky. Except for me, no one in this world can go to my hometown."

This is true. In this world, you can cultivate immortals. Those monks who have high cultivation can go to heaven. But the most despicable person in the book is in front of them. They can constantly break through the limit of human blocking, killing people, blocking Buddhas, but it is unlikely that they will tear apart the space and find her world.

Qu Qingmian was not satisfied with this answer because it looked very perfunctory.

He did not ask, but instead burst into emotions for the first time, "You said just now that even if you die, you will definitely crawl out of the underworld and continue to guard me, but you want to return to your hometown, right?"

It also said that except her, no one in this world can go to her hometown.

If she dares to disappear before taking action, he will catch her back even if he turns the matter.

Sang Li was confused: "Back to his hometown?"

She didn't know how Xiaomian understood this way, "No one in my hometown needs me, what should I do when I wait for me?"

She really wanted to stay here and accompany him.

Qu Qingmian's cold expression not only did not ease, but instead brought up a bayonet-like edge, "Who asked you to buy me in the dark field?"

Even if he didn't know how much it would cost, he knew that it was definitely not something she could bear alone.

Although Sang Li was dizzy, chest tightness and shortness of breath, he also found that Xiaomian was particularly different at this time.

He never said so much, nor did he ask such sharp questions.

She didn't care about being alienated and cold, but Xiaomian felt a faint hostility towards her at this moment.

The creepy Sen Han, who was staring at by a beast, was even more chilling all over. He hugged the quilt tightly and shrank inward again, feeling a little sad, "Xiaomian, no one asked me to buy you."

The first time she was wearing a book, she did just follow the task and went to the dark scene to buy him as required by the system.

But this second time, it was entirely based on personal wishes, and what was followed was her own heart.

Seeing her fear and aggrieved look, Qu Qingmian was unmoved.

Such poor acting skills and such concealed answers have been able to deceive him.
Chapter completed!