Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 211 I Am
She couldn't do or say anything.

Wu Yue stared at the psychiatric hospital over Gaoqiao with blazing eyes. At dusk, the whole psychiatric hospital was like a group of demons dancing wildly. There was a sound of screaming and roaring. Qi Yue looked around with his arms folded. Why, she always felt that the mental hospital seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.

In such an environment, people who are not sick may become sick.

Qi Yue looked back silently, and said to Wu Yue: "Then do you want to meet Xiao Li?"

Wu Yue nodded: "Yes, but I have no way to apply to see her. Xiao Li is still under surveillance. Once I see her, someone will know soon. Whether this case will be investigated is not guaranteed. .”

"But didn't your superiors refuse to investigate this case?"

"Refusing to investigate does not mean giving up. As long as Xiao Li is still alive, they will monitor her for a day, and they can't really relax."

Qi Yue is glad that she is not one of those being watched, not a victim.

As a survivor, she couldn't empathize with what happened to Xiao Li. As long as she thought that she almost became another Xiao Li one day in the past, she felt scared.

Even if it's just for herself, she still needs to know the truth about this matter.

"Should I go to another Cangshan Mountain?" Qi Yue asked Wu Yue.

Wu Yue focused his eyes on the people behind the high wall, listened to their voices, and after hearing Qi Yue's words, he was silent for a while, and then said: "It's not recommended, it's too dangerous."

"But if you don't go, you will never know the truth. Even if all the speculation is pushed to Tu Yan, this is just a point."

"I must go, but not now." Wu Yue turned around, looked at her and said.

As the sun went down and dusk set in the west, Qi Yue turned her head to look at Weijing Mountain, which was lined with tombstones behind her, and said tremblingly, "Officer Wu, let's go back."

Wu Yue walked to the front of the locomotive and sat on it with long legs, put on the helmet, and gave Qi Yue another one to let her get on the car.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when she returned to the urban area from Weijing Mountain. Song Yan called several times to urge her to go home. Qi Yue originally wanted to invite Wu Yue to eat before going back, but Song Yan really annoyed her.

After getting out of the car, she returned the helmet to Officer Wu, said goodbye and went home.

She thought she was simply chatting with Police Officer Wu about the progress of the investigation, because it was hard to say in the urban area that Officer Wu chose to talk to her about these things at Victoria Hill. She never expected that Officer Wu didn't just go to Speaking, she followed Officer Wu to step on a spot.

After returning home, Song Yan had prepared a meal and was waiting for him. I don't know why, but he was very happy today, as if he had eaten honey, and he felt like a spring breeze.

Since Song Yan came back, she has to eat three meals a day. Song Yan will not let her down for every meal. The few dishes she knows are getting better and better. can still be imported.

He fed Qi Yue crazily like a demon, as if he would not stop until he made her fat.

Qi Yue washed her hands and sat in front of the dining table, looked at the table full of dishes and asked: "How do you do so much today, if you can't finish eating, will you continue to eat tomorrow?"

Song Yan pursed her lips and smiled shyly: "Today is a good day."

Qi Yue clicked his tongue because of the wrong answer, and in order to thank Song Yan for preparing so many things, he still bit the bullet and asked him: "What a good day."

Song Yan smiled mysteriously, and took out something similar to an envelope from his pocket.

Qi Yue's scalp became even more numb, and she wanted to say, "Did you dig out my study?" At the last moment, she braked suddenly, and asked with a blushing face, "How did you dig it out?"

What Song Yan brought out was the love letter she wrote to him on a whim the night before the fever, and a watercolor painting that he drew casually. The palm-sized piece of paper was held in the palm of his hand. When the watercolor dried, it was a very gentle color scheme. , She liked it very much when it was painted, and even more after it was dried.

It's just that she was too hasty during this period, and occasionally one day when she found it in the study, she read it for a long time and then sandwiched it in the book on the table, but she didn't expect that Song Yan would find it out by herself.

When she wrote love letters and paintings, she had the attitude of giving to Song Yan, but after Qi Huan's incident happened again, she gradually forgot what she wrote, and when she saw it by accident, she took it away stand up.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that in fact, the relationship between her and Song Yan always seemed to have various accidents because of Qi Huan.

Song Yan smiled sweetly, and said triumphantly: "It's obvious that you are stuck in the book. I used the study room today and saw it by accident."

"Yaya, why didn't you show it to me after you wrote it, and hid it secretly."

Qi Yue deeply felt that Song Yan was really a straight man, a straight man who couldn't be more straight.

She didn't take it out because she felt ashamed when she looked at it later, and of course there were other reasons, but Song Yan asked like this, did this mean to make her blush?
Qi Yue looked at Song Yan, and Song Yan looked at her, the two of them stared at each other with a different flavor.

"Yaya, I like this very much, can you write more for me?" Song Yan asked shamelessly.

Qi Yue looked at him indifferently, and even squinted his eyes and smiled: "I copied the content, are you moved?"

Song Yan: "... Did you really copy it?"

Qi Yue nodded: "Believe it or not."

Even though Song Yan had romantic fantasies, Qi Yue would mercilessly break all his fantasies.

Qi Yue said that Song Yan took what was in Song Yan's hand, looked at it for a while, and raised his eyelids lazily: "If you like it, I will copy it for you every day when I have time, do you think it is okay?"

Song Yan had a look of disbelief: "I don't believe that you copied such sincere and full feelings, Yaya, don't lie to me, I went to the Internet to check."

Qi Yue waved his hand: "Why am I lying to you, don't worry about it, that painting is my original, but the content, I really didn't write it, really not."

If the punctuation marks are the same, it is copied, and Qi Yue feels that what he explained is not wrong.

Song Yanzhen was going to take out his mobile phone to check, Qi Huan's words diverted his attention to the watercolor painting, he looked at the painting suspiciously, and suddenly saw something that he didn't see at first glance.

Qi Yue likes this painting very much. The original picture is a screenshot of Song Yan's fairy tale drama in ancient costume. He is wearing a white gown and riding a dragon, looking very energetic.

When Song Yan first watched it, he thought it was drawn by Qi Yue casually, but after a closer look, he remembered that he once had such an appearance in Yiyi Xianxia drama, and the style of this painting became more and more familiar to him.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Song Yan's mind, and suddenly he raised his head and stared straight at Qi Yue with bright eyes, and asked in a serious tone: "Are you EIHEI?"

Qi Yue's face froze, and she realized in an instant: "How do you know?"

Song Yan once turned around the pictures she drew, so it would be strange not to know.

"You really are?" Song Yan asked again.

Qi Yue nodded.

Song Yan was visibly more excited.

(End of this chapter)