Chapter 10 Are you old?

It was raining and foggy outside the car window, and occasionally a few cars passed by.

Listening to the patter of light rain, Cheng Suiran felt that her entire world was surrounded by Li Qizhi at this moment.

She didn't dare to raise her head and look at the people around her, she just lowered her eyes silently, staring at her shoes, and her heartbeat became stronger and stronger.

Obviously, Li Qizhi's problem made her a little overwhelmed.

Just when she was at a loss, his low and gentle voice suddenly came to her ears, as sweet and sweet as a cello.

"My brother is too old to know himself."

Seeing him like this made Cheng Suiran feel an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She wanted to look up at him, but she was afraid to face his smiling eyes, so she could only bury her head deeper.

She behaves like a little ostrich.

Li Qizhi saw the little girl's movements and couldn't help but chuckle: "Of course, why don't you look at my brother?"

Hearing this, Cheng Suiran only felt that his cheeks turned redder. He wanted to find a hole to crawl in, bit his lip, and whispered back: "No, it's nothing, I just feel a little motion sick."

"Are you carsick?" Cheng Siyan frowned slightly when he heard this, and worry appeared in his eyes: "Why did you suddenly get carsick? Is it severe? Come here and let me take a look."

"It's okay, brother, I'll just take it easy." Cheng Suiran lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Cheng Siyan insisted: "Be obedient."

"..."

In the end, Cheng Suiran couldn't resist him, so he could only raise his head obediently and get close to him.

"Is your face so hot?"

The worry in Cheng Siyan's brows and eyes became even more intense. He reached out and touched her forehead again. After a moment, he asked doubtfully: "You don't have a fever, so why is your face so hot?"

"Really, it's really nothing..." Cheng Suiran stuttered back, looking nowhere, showing her guilty conscience at the moment.

"If you feel extremely uncomfortable, you must tell your brother, you know?" Cheng Siyan still warned uneasily, staring at her closely with soft eyes, full of worry and distress.

Li Qizhi was driving the car seriously on the side, but he always had Cheng Suiran in the corner of his eye.

Then he asked: "If you get carsick, just take a nap."

"I know, thank you, brother." Cheng Suiran repeated the word "thank you" again.

Cheng Siyan was listening on the sidelines, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. Why did he always feel that the little girl was deliberately alienated from Li Qizhi.

However, his attention was quickly attracted by the white schoolbag beside the little girl. He raised his eyebrows and asked slowly, with no expression on his face: "Have you folded the paper stars again and are you going to complain to her?

"

It goes without saying that the woman he refers to is Zhao Nanqiao.

Even though Sister Nan Qiao has been dead for five years, my brother still can't get over the shadow of that night. He doesn't want to mention Sister Nan Qiao's name again, and always replaces her with her.

She thought about it from her brother's perspective. If she had killed the person she loved with her own hands, she would probably not be able to get rid of the shadow in her heart.

Even if it was a last resort at the time.

At that time, my brother and Sister Nan Qiao were undercover in an organization. Just when the mission was about to end, Sister Nan Qiao was exposed as an undercover agent. If my brother had not killed Sister Nan Qiao himself, then only Sister Nan Qiao would be waiting for her.

Even more inhuman treatment.

She felt extremely uncomfortable just hearing her brother's colleagues recount this incident, not to mention how her brother, the person involved, felt.

They said that it was Sister Nan Qiao who cried and begged her brother to take action. Sister Nan Qiao said that she was afraid that she would end up in the hands of those drug dealers, but she could not expose the entire team because of herself, so she could only cry and beg.

Her brother killed herself...

Cheng Suiran didn't know how her brother did it, but she knew how he endured the pain during that period. He had the idea of ​​committing suicide many times. Every time when he was about to lose his mind, it was Sister Nan Qiao who died.

The previous words persuaded my brother to come back.

She said: "Cheng Siyan, you must survive and complete the mission in your heart on my behalf..."

She didn't know how many times she heard her brother repeat this sentence during that time, but at the same time she was very grateful to Sister Nan Qiao, who gave her brother a reason to persist in living.

Cheng Suiran thought about it, and the tears in her eyes were about to overflow. She reached out and wiped away the tears without leaving a trace, but the muffled voice still exposed her mood at the moment.

"Yes, I need to tell Sister Nan Qiao that my brother actually had a crush on a girl in high school."

Hearing this, Cheng Siyan's eyes flashed dimly, then he closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, murmuring: "It's not a bad thing to file a complaint. It just so happens that she hasn't appeared in my dreams for a long time..."

In the past, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now he could only place his hope of living on ghosts and gods. He could only numb himself countless times. She just stayed by his side in a different way.

They can still meet each other, but the way of meeting becomes a dream.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The light rain outside the car window continued to patter. Cheng Siyan closed his eyes and had a faint smile on his lips, as if he had seen his beloved in a dream again.

Cheng Suiran raised his head and secretly glanced at his sleeping brother. After seeing that he was really asleep, he quietly wiped his tears.

He reached out from his schoolbag and took out the nearly full jar of paper stars and the remaining star slips. He also took out a pen, lowered his head and started writing.

Sister Nan Qiao, my brother has been very sad recently. Can you visit him more often in your dreams? He misses you very much.

Sister Nan Qiao, I miss you too. This time I brought you your favorite lily. Also, you should meet my dad. Can you tell me that I miss him very much?

Sister Nan Qiao, I seem to like my brother’s friend, what do you think I should do?

…

After slowly folding the paper stars, Cheng Suiran murmured again: "Sister Nan Qiao, I seem to have too many wishes this time, but I still have to trouble you."

Li Qizhi looked through the rearview mirror at the little girl's delicate and delicate face with tears hanging on it, and sighed in his heart, but in the end he didn't say much.

He knew deeply that there was no real empathy in this world. If he tried to persuade someone as an outsider, it might only aggravate the seriousness of the matter.

Instead of doing this, it's better to accompany him silently.

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The weather today was very cold. She was shivering from the cold wave as soon as she got out of the car. She couldn't help but hug her tight knitted jacket and walked forward holding an umbrella with Cheng Siyan.

The thick fog on the mountain blocked the view.

The entire cemetery was covered with towering cypress trees, and the long stairs were as far as the eye could see. She and her brother had been here countless times since they were young.

As for the people worshiping, from his mother at the beginning to Sister Nan Qiao, to his father this time, Cheng Suiran couldn't explain his mood at the moment.
Chapter completed!