Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 98

Here Lin Yuan jumped up from the water, and when he turned around, he saw Ye Qingshuang's eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, raised a smiling face: "A Shuang."

"Linyuan..." Ye Qingshuang opened her eyes and slowly looked at the new environment: "Where is this?"

Tianchi is located in the low-lying valley, the sky above is clear and pure, cloudless, and the wild flowers on the slopes of the four sides are colorful, and the scenery is like a fairyland.

Lin Yuan didn't give much introduction, but only answered vaguely: "The place of healing."

"Fox demon?"

"It's solved, don't worry."

Ye Qingshuang closed her eyes, felt the cool and comfortable spring water, and responded in a low voice: "Well, that's good."

Lin Yuan stared deeply at Ye Qingshuang, his eyes were like an unquenchable fire under the ice field, forbearing but hot.

How keen Ye Qingshuang is, she can feel that sight even with her eyes closed.

Recalling the burning pain that night, she couldn't help but raise her hand to caress her cheek.

Her fingertips touched a soft and smooth scar, extending like a crab's foot, and she pressed the scar on her cheek: "Linyuan, what does this scar look like?"

"Like a flower." Lin Yuan smiled, with an infinitely soft expression: "Little Shuang'er is in my heart, and will always be the most beautiful, so beautiful that it blossoms."

That is ruined.

But compared to the dispensable face, she cares more about Lin Yuan.

With just one sentence, Ye Qingshuang keenly noticed that Lin Yuan's tone and attitude were not right.

"You seem to be in a bad mood, did something happen?"

Ye Qingshuang thought that after experiencing that crisis of living and dying together, she should be more qualified to intervene than before.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Lin Yuan shrugged unnaturally, pretending to be natural.

Ye Qingshuang frowned, never believing that it was a sign of nothing.

Dabbing the water surface with her white toes, she put the demon bottle into her body with a trick, and then landed on the opposite side, looking at him calmly but seriously.

"Linyuan, I really regard you as a friend. If you have difficulties, you can talk to me. I will accompany you to find a solution. No matter how bad it is, I can accompany you to face it. It is better than you alone .”

Her words seemed to open the gate of Linyuan, and his eyes suddenly turned red, like a child who didn't get any candy: "But I don't want to just be friends with you."

"A-Shuang...A-Shuang...A-Shuang." He tasted her name repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, as if calling it one more time would make up for the missing future.

Hearing him calling over and over again, Ye Qingshuang felt more uneasy: "I'm here, you tell me."

Lin Yuan held her cold hand tightly, his voice trembling with depression: "A Shuang, Lin Yuan likes you."

"What did you say?" Ye Qingshuang's expression was blank, and his thoughts were blown into ruins.

Ye Qingshuang knew every word he said, but there was a kind of confusion that she couldn't understand even one word.

Lin Yuan's eyes were bloodshot at some point, he smiled almost crazy, raised his hands to clasp Ye Qingshuang's shoulders, and broke into her eyes without flinching.

His eyes met, and he repeated word by word: "Linyuan loves you, I really want to marry you, I really want to spend my whole life with you, I really want to, I really want to."

His tone was gentle but dignified, as if he was afraid that she might not hear clearly, and he bit every word very clearly.

Ye Qingshuang blinked her eyes in shock, but was in vain embarrassment: "How could this be..."

He was the one who said he was devoted to cultivating the Tao, he was the one who said he wanted nothing, and he was the one who said he was happy now. How could this be?
She has always regarded them as friends of gentlemen, and every time she feels weird, when she examines their relationship, those words always ring in her ears, reminding her not to be a villain, but to be a gentleman.

But he—

She wanted to ask Lin Yuan how and when he started, and she also wanted to persuade him to practice hard and not waste his foundation, and at the same time, she was still surprised by his performance today.

There were thousands of thoughts in her mind, too many words and too many questions stuck in her throat, she didn't know which one to say first, so she fell into silence.

Seeing that she was silent, Lin Yuan curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, then slowly tightened his arms around the person in front of him, put his chin on her thin shoulder, and sniffed the cold fragrance deeply.

"A Shuang, you don't need to say anything, or you don't need to reply to me. It's my own business to please you. You have the right to choose to refuse. It's okay. Don't have a psychological burden. I just want you to know my heart. It's just a matter of pleasing you."

Speaking of this, he uncharacteristically did not keep a distance, but hugged her tightly, as if vowing to embed her in his bones.

He was really weird, like leaving a long farewell message, which made Ye Qingshuang anxious: "Are you in danger?"

"No." He smiled and pressed his forehead lightly: "I just hope you remember Lin Yuan, remember that Lin Yuan loves you, deeply."

"No matter who is gone in the future, we must go on well, okay?"

This sounds very unlucky, if it is a joke, it is considered too much at this point.

Ye Qingshuang frowned seriously, and pushed him away by an arm's length: "Linyuan! If you don't talk about it, I'm going to be angry."

He turned a deaf ear, his eyes were fond, and he held her hand that was too late to take back with a rogue smile, and demanded: "A Shuang, can I kiss you? Just one."

"No." She brushed his hand away with a cold face: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Lin Yuan smiled and sighed: "I knew it, luckily I stole the kiss early."

"you?!"

Ye Qingshuang was angry, but she didn't stay angry for long, and brought the topic back rationally: "Don't talk about him, answer the question, what happened to you?"

"A Shuang, if one day I become a worthless trash, will you marry me?"

Ye Qingshuang understood that he was making jokes on purpose, but finally got annoyed, her brows were cold, and her voice was ice-cold: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, it's best never to say it."

After finishing speaking, he walked away, this time Lin Yuan didn't follow her, but just watched her go away, his smile became thinner and thinner.

"Shuang'er, my little Shuang'er, in the future, you must be happy and smooth...you must remember Linyuan." As she spoke, she smiled desolately: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, it's enough to live well."

Ye Qingshuang went out, and found that there was another valley outside the valley, with colorful butterflies flying, and the fragrance of peaches and plums, just like spring.Turning around, the way she came from has been replaced by pink and white eyes full of shades.

Perhaps because of the formation, she was sent into the depths of peaches and plums without paying attention.

The valley looked small, but she walked around in the sea of ​​flowers for a long time but couldn't find the eye. Tired of walking around, she casually leaned against a flower tree and fell asleep.

Thinking of just now over and over again in my mind, I always feel flustered and uneasy, and I can't restore my usual peace no matter what.

Bai Ze smelled the fragrance of cold orange and found it, and approached it from behind lightly, like playing hide and seek with his breath: "Is Zai Zai asleep?"

"No." Ye Qingshuang slowly sat up straight, and Bai Ze happily threw himself on her lap, rubbing his head against her face like a cat, and asked distressedly, "Does it still hurt?"

She casually followed Bai Ze's fur, and finally showed a slight smile: "It's much better."

(End of this chapter)