Since Song Shijing left silently, the two have been disconnected.

Mu Qian picked up his mobile phone several times, edited a text message in a few minutes or half an hour, but he didn't send it out for a long time.

Then, those carefully thought-out words that are not painful, not deep, and not shallow...

Sometimes he would sit in front of the windowsill and watch the flowers bloom and fall outside, and he would always have more troubles about young people.

Occasionally, I looked back and glanced at me, and found that I had already become a very deep person, and these troubles have also become proof of his achievements in the stage.

After the demon-eliminators did the work after the improvement, Zhen’s father also comforted Zhen’s mother’s uneasiness, Xiaoling also got used to the life of having a mobile phone... her life has returned to the usual dullness.

I encountered so many things this summer, and the accidents that threatened to re-plan their lives again and again...

But in the end, he relied on his own strength to temporarily expel all these knots and cut the mess.

This body of power seems to be an obstacle to being unable to become a human being again, but it must not be given up and there is no way to throw it away.

Well, it’s already great to be able to understand what regrets are this time.

"Brother! Wait for me! I can't run!"

In the morning light, the "close" brother and sister always go back and forth in the streets and parks amid the little girl's complaints.

Mu Qian's gentle laughter, Xiaoling's pouting complaints, and her coquettish voice chasing her brother begging for her back, so that the neighbors nearby could have a happy day.

The breath of youth.

Without this stupid demon-removing master's daily life, he began to restore his original stability.

Although most of the residents of the town lost some of their memories, fortunately, no accidents occurred, and no one or two vegetatives were produced.

There is also the sudden renovation of the shopping mall, and the large loss of work fees received by town residents after three days of martial law in the street...

Xiaoling has been practicing the guzheng these summer vacations. This is what Xiaoling strongly requested when Zhen’s mother asked her what talent she wanted to learn.

Because Mu Qian was very interested in the female musician who played the guzheng for a while, although it was because Mu Qian was very familiar with this kind of classical melody; he could often hear it when he was a human being.

In the pavilion at the entrance of the village, the fairy playing the piano... just looked blurry and couldn't see it clearly.

Forgetful things will always be forgotten, and regrets will inevitably arise.

Song Shijing's appearance and departure were like a short passerby, which made him feel the long-lost regret.

It was a very hazy kind of thing, maybe it was within reach in front of you, but when you reached out, you found that you could not touch it... It was almost this kind of taste.

"Brother, I'm going to practice the piano today."

"I'll take you there," Mu Qian also wants to go to work, "Will you go shopping this time?"

Xiaoling suddenly remembered the first time she practiced piano during this summer vacation, and quickly shook her head, "Well, yes, no! My brother is already eating dirt, so you can't even lose your pocket money for buying water!"

Mu Qian:...

That time, I encountered a bandit kidnapped the mall, and it was also the beginning of Xiaoling's secret knowledge of her brother.

Her little mouth is very tight, and no news has been leaked yet...

If you don’t go shopping, you will choose to go out at noon. Although the weather is still so hot, most of them have shade along the way.

Pushing the bicycle with a long-standing hardship in front of the wheel, struggling to climb the hill.

If you go uphill, you will naturally go downhill. If you go uphill, you will come back with the ease of going downhill.

"Have you sat firm?"

"Yes!" Xiaoling hugged his brother's waist and looked up at the corner of his brother's mouth that smiled slightly when he turned his head...

Mu Qian stepped on his full sunroof, alloy frame, and luxurious shock absorption, which was a bicycle with a bit disabled front wheel, and was running lightning.

"oh"

This familiar howling sound.

...

‘Ding’ and ‘Dong’ are always used to describe the elegance of the piano sound or the clarity of the tick of the spring water.

On the hillside, there are short walls and flowers and trees in the yard, the sound of piano and ticking spring water can be found, and pink petals are dancing everywhere...

The long-haired girl dressed in a classical dress stood in the corridor of the courtyard, staring blankly at the flower tree that she grew up with.

The flowers bloom this year seems to be much later than last year...

Are you waiting for me to come back? She asked.

The wind passes through the courtyard, the leaves sway, and the pink petals fly more.

‘Then, will he wait for me?’

"Xiao Jing?" A gentle female voice came from behind.

It seems that a little louder sound will destroy the faint elegance.

A beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam sat in the room and poured a cup of tea around. That was the skill of the tea ceremony.

The living room is decorated with antique flavor, and there are also piano players playing the piano because they are receiving important guests.

"Mother……"

When Song Shijing turned around, she had a polite smile on her lips, and she bowed to the blond hair who was still wearing plaster a week after a week and said, "Sister Yu."

Growing up in this environment, the slightest incongruity that Song Shijing showed in real life can be explained clearly...

Still relatively simple.

Sister Yu's neck is still fixed with a plaster ring, so she can't twist it casually, so she can only look around with her eyes.

Open your mouth a little: "Come here, your family is full of rules."

The cheongsam beauty with a cheongsam with a somewhat similar eyebrows to Xiao Song shouted softly: "Come in."

After her mother called out a gentle call, Song Shijing lowered her head and walked in.

She was wearing white cloth socks, and her elegant long skirt was sewn in silk, with fine workmanship and it was difficult to find her mother to make her own hands outside.

Song Shijing knelt behind the low table, but she was not so restricted. After all, she was at her own home; her mother was in front of outsiders, and she was more rules. She asked, "Sister Yu, is there something wrong with me suddenly coming? I'm not on holiday..."

"Xiao Jing," the mother reminded, "Don't be too rude to elders."

"Oh...Aunt Yu."

"I'll go!" Sister Yu almost turned up the table, "Just call me! Don't listen to your fuck! It's really something to come to see you this time... but you have to follow your opinions."

"What?" Song Shijing asked softly.

Sister Yu sighed, sat cross-legged, and straightened the hem of her skirt.

"The proposal you investigated last time as a restricted area has been passed. I went there with my injuries, and the old guys turned pale. But trouble comes with it."

Song Shijing was a little nervous and held her two little hands gently under the table.

"I do!"

"You are willing to say anything I say!" Sister Yu rolled her eyes.

"Don't interrupt the elders," the mother whispered to remind her, and Song Shijing could only continue to be patient.

The eyes were bright and bright, full of expectation.

This week at home, she was almost tortured by an inexplicable and indescribable emotion.

"The mountain master decided to go and see the young man in person. Hey, that strong man," Sister Yu said, "just treat it as a force-level negotiation, and we need to determine whether the other party is harmful. At the same time, we also need a preliminary contact person."

Song Shijing was very decisive: "I do!"

"What a comrade! I'm sure I'm not wrong with you! It's you!" Sister Yu patted Song Shijing's shoulders, and her words were full of deep meaning, "You are the most suitable candidate, don't worry and boldly go and carry your person in charge to the end!"

"I object."

There were gentle words coming from beside me, with a little firmness in gentleness.

The beautiful and dignified woman picked up a cup of tea and put it in front of Sister Yu. The two excited beauties, both of whom were not moving at the same time.

"My daughter should stay at home. In such a dangerous place, try not to get close to it."

Song Shijing's face collapsed and she looked at Sister Yu like a request for help.

Sister Yu blinked at her.

Decode the blink signal: Isn’t it over to sneak away?

"Yes!" Song Shijing and Zheng clenched his head, his eyes full of light.

The classical beauty and artistic atmosphere of Song’s mother:

I'm blind.
Chapter completed!