Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 343

Li Qingran and Xie Ying'an shared an umbrella and went home.

At the gate of Li's house, Xie Ying'an didn't go in, just handed the umbrella to Li Qingran and was about to go back.

Li Qingran didn't answer, and lowered his head and hummed: "I'm already home, you are still far away from home, yourself..."

Before the words fell, Xie Ying'an gave a 'tsk', seemed a little impatient, put the umbrella into Li Qingran's hand with a strong attitude, turned around and strode away.

The pouring rain had turned into drizzle long ago. Li Qingran felt her heart skip a beat. Even the umbrella in her hand was burning a bit. She raised her head and looked forward. The thin figure of the young man slowly disappeared into the night inside.

How did Xie Ying'an know that she didn't come home?Why did she run out to find her? She asked on the way, but he didn't answer.

That's what he is.

Sometimes his attitude towards her is very gentle, and sometimes he is like treating other girls. When he doesn't want to talk to her, he will put on a cold face. No matter how you ask, he will never say a word.

I was really impatient, so I glanced over with those dark eyes without warmth...

Fortunately, the rain was not too heavy. Xie Ying'an was in good health, so he shouldn't catch a cold when he went back in such light rain, right?

While thinking, Li Qingran opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, he saw Li Qingmo sitting on the sofa. He was bored playing with his mobile phone, and his posture was extremely lazy.

Hearing movement by the door, he just raised his head and glanced over, then lowered his head again and continued playing with his phone.

He didn't care at all why his younger sister came back wet all over so late.

Li Qingran called out habitually: "Brother."

As expected, there was no answer. The boy on the sofa seemed to be looking at his phone too seriously, as if he didn't even hear her calling him.

Li Qingran's heart is clear, her brother heard it, but he just doesn't want to talk to her.

She changed her shoes and went upstairs without them, mainly because of the eerie atmosphere in the living room, which was too suffocating.

Li Qingmo's attitude towards her for several years is tantamount to Ling Chi.

In the past few years, her tears were almost dry, and she simply began to learn to not care about it.

Is there any way, the one who is so wrong is indeed her!
What my brother and father did was just to neglect her. They never treated her badly in life. What else can she complain about?

Li Qingran took a shower, changed her clothes, and lay on the bed without even eating dinner. She just checked the school uniform in and out of the bathroom, and there was nothing gray on the school uniform as Ji Shen said...

Maybe this is the brain circuit of a genius, she thought, always seeing something special.

Even if that thing doesn't exist.

It's just that she accidentally touched him, and he actually vomited, which is a bit too self-respecting.

The next day is the weekend, and Li Qingran actually doesn't like weekends, because weekends mean she has to be at home all day, and she doesn't want to be at home.

Fortunately, her cousin Liu Luoxi sent her a message on Wednesday, saying that she would go to her house to play on Saturday.

When she saw the news, Li Qingran was actually relieved. Even if there was only one more person in the family, she and her brother would not be too embarrassed.

Cousin Liu Luoxi is a girl addicted to the Internet, and her presence doesn't help much. The biggest role is probably to play games with Li Qingmo.

Li Qingran was still studying the questions upstairs alone. The five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations were piled up on the desk in a high pile.

Li Qingran, who was only focused on brushing up the questions, didn't know when Xie Yingan came, but only knew that when Xie Yingan came, she was full of thoughts in the text, and the speed of writing the questions reached an unprecedented level.

She only looked up slowly when she heard a low laugh at the door.

At that time, Xie Ying'an was leaning against the door, but her black eyes did not fall on her, but on her bookshelf.

Li Qingran stared at him blankly for a while, and the inexplicable emotion in her heart began to surge again, and she suppressed it quietly.

"Little black girl," Xie Ying'an suddenly walked straight towards her bookshelf.

Li Qingran's eyes moved with him, only to see him pick up a thick book from the bookshelf, flip through a few pages randomly, and said: "Do you also like to read books like "Unofficial History"?"

Not to mention, she has actually read all the books on Li Qingran's bookshelf.

When she first learned to read and write, her mother began to focus on training her in reading.

At that time, she couldn't read all the words, but when she was reading, she could stumble and understand the meaning expressed in the content of the book. Because of this, she began to like reading.

It's a pity that even though she has put in several times more effort than others, her aptitude is only hovering at the middle and lower levels.

However, it seemed that after Xie Ying'an picked up this "Unofficial History", she suddenly forgot all the contents of this book.

Li Qingran was still wondering why the memory in his mind was gone, and when he turned around, he saw that Xie Ying'an was holding the thick "Unofficial History" in his hand, sitting on the empty table next to her, flipping through the unofficial history and reading it slowly. stand up.

Wait... Xie Ying'an is reading a book?
Xie Ying'an is actually actively reading? ? ?

She remembered clearly that when the teacher knocked the blackboard like that in school, he didn't even want to look at the book, but now he took a book from the shelf and read it by himself?
Is Xie Ying'an crazy or is she crazy?
Li Qingran stared at him blankly for a while, then frowned and lowered his head, carefully recalling the contents of "Unofficial History".

She has no memory, except for the word "Unofficial History", she can't think of any other descriptions of the plot.

How old was she when she read this "Unofficial History"?
I was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and I only started watching it in the second half of the third semester of junior high school.

How long has it been?

She began to feel something was wrong again, but there was nothing she could do about it.

If you still think desperately about something you can't figure out, you are being cruel to yourself.

Li Qingran felt that she didn't know if there was something wrong with her mental state recently, and some things were really beyond the scope of her cognition.

But she can't tell others, because her family ignores her, her friends...

Except for Ruan Ruan, there was no one who could whisper.

Li Qingran picked up the pen and bowed her head to continue writing the questions. She thought that Xie Yingan's reading here would not affect her much.

But she was wrong, very wrong.

Xie Ying'an had a great influence on her, her hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably, it seemed that she didn't even have the strength to write, and she could clearly hear her own heartbeat beating loudly.

Bang bang bang!
again?
In the silence, Xie Ying'an, who had flipped through two pages of the book, seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly raised her eyes thinking of Li Qingran and looked over.

Realizing that Li Qingran was indeed looking at him, he frowned slightly, and tapped the desk twice with his fingers: "Little black girl, do you have the answer you want written on my face?"

Li Qingran seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly grabbed the pen and lowered his head, pretending to read the question.

"Heh!" There seemed to be a low laugh from the other side.

The weather has been gloomy all morning, but now the sun is out.

A ray of sunlight came in through the window, Li Qingran raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly to accept the baptism of the sun.

It just so happened that the boy also looked up at her at this time.

Although the young girl's appearance was ordinary, under the sunlight, her profile also showed a bit of softness.

The young man touched the bridge of his nose, hiding the faint smile on his lower lip.

There is only a quiet time in the room.

(End of this chapter)