lover beside

Chapter 212

It wasn't until returning home that Qing Huan saw Qing Jin whose hair was also stained with oil paint, and burst into tears, "You, you bastard! Tell me, that uncle McDonald's who was almost hit by a car is Not you!"

Qing Jin blushed a little, and nodded after a while, "It's okay. I'm so agile, how could the car hit me?"

But Qing Huan couldn't stop crying, and hit Qing Jin's shoulder hard with her small fist, "You bastard! You scared me to death, scared me to death...you are right in front of my eyes, if you really let me Seeing that something happened to you with my own eyes, how do you let me live..."

Qing Huan's body was suddenly embraced by Qing Jin.At that moment, Qing Huan almost thought that Qing Jin was about to kiss him hard...but in the end, it turned into a suppressed gasp, Qing Jin stretched out her slender fingertips to wipe away the tears on Qing Huan's cheeks, "Okay, Qing Huan, well... I swear to you, I will never die under the wheel, okay? Even if people will die in their lifetime, I will swear to you, it is definitely not the way to die, okay?"

Qing Huan's arms were all entangled by Qing Jin, only one mouth was free.The kitten immediately got angry, and bit down on Qing Jin's heart, "Bastard, you still told me to die!" He bit down until the sweet smell of blood slowly overflowed in his mouth. Only then did Qing Huan stop crying.

When she bit him just now, Qing Jin didn't dodge at all, and let her bite him hard!
Qing Huan grabbed Qing Jin's clothes distressedly, "Are you stupid? I'm biting you, why don't you hide! It's bleeding, it's bleeding, don't you know it hurts, fool?!"

Qing Jin smiled quietly, "You also said I was stupid... not only did I bleed, but you also bleed...your lips and the tip of your tongue are bleeding..."

Qing Huan froze, and hurriedly wanted to look in the mirror.

Qing Jin's arm was stubbornly pulling Qing Huan's body, and he suddenly pressed down, his voice was as hoarse as a cloudy sky, with moist rain and thunderous thunder, yet—soft as if Peach blossoms in March, fragrant and fragrant, "Don't worry, kitten... I'll help you, wash it clean..."

Lips, press down... the tip of the tongue is wrapped around the tip of the tongue, the lips are rubbing against the lips, the mouth is moistening the mouth...

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Qing Huan panted violently, and suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up!
Sweat fell like rain, and the sweet smell of blood seemed to linger in his mouth!
Looking up from the window, it was already dark.Under the cover of the night, the sacred snow-capped mountains are indistinct and hazy.

Qing Huan panted to find the lamp.Only then did I see that the incense burner had been burned out, leaving only the ethereal lingering incense hovering in the air into graceful white clouds.

Thirsty, Qing Huan got up to turn on the light, and then went out to find water to drink.

In the lobby on the first floor of the inn, Zhuoma smiled quietly and looked up at Qing Huan, "Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

While drinking the hot tea delivered by Dolma, Qing Huan tried hard to describe the confusion in his mind.She talked about the people she met on the road turning around the mountain and bowing their heads, about the old man holding a elder sister's drum and quietly blowing the bone flute; That strangely familiar feeling I encountered on my first visit...

Dolma smiled, "My child, these things seem weird and wonderful to you. In fact, in the eyes of an old man like me, they are nothing more than normal. People in this snow-covered plateau believe in gods and Buddhas, and believe in life. There is reincarnation. Everything in your dream, maybe, is really the memory of your previous life. But it was forgotten by you, until you were heartbroken, until your heart defense was no longer so strong, so I gave it to you. The memories of the previous life have a chance, let them return to your heart lake..."

Qing Huan clutched her heart sadly and squatted down - she couldn't forget the heart-piercing moment when she woke up, she remembered her frantic crying, how afraid she was to see Qing Jin being hit by a car in front of her... …

It turns out that past and present lives really complement each other.She didn't want to see all that, even though it happened, she really didn't let her see it!Even—memory chooses to forget, she herself has completely forgotten how Qing Jin died!

But, but—a ray of light suddenly flashed in my heart—didn't Qing Jin also promise her in her previous life that she would never be hit to death by a car, definitely not!
Can that be understood as - even if Qing Jin is really hit by a car, even if Qing Jin does have a life-threatening car accident, but he will still remember the promise he made to her in his previous life, and he will definitely do everything Work hard - won't you die? !

For the first time, Qing Huan expressed the suspicion in her heart, she rushed out of the inn, and knelt down at the foot of the sacred snow mountain, "Holy mountain, I had that dream at your feet, and I recalled what happened in my previous life. .Do you want to tell me that Qing Jin is not dead, not dead! Right?"

"Qing Jin will not die, he promised me! He will definitely not be hit by a car, and even if he dies, it will definitely not be in that form!"

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The shadow of the snow-capped mountain moved, and there was a faint coughing sound.In fact, this cough should be far away, but because of the existence of the snow mountain, the sound echoed.Qing Huan's heart shook violently - no one in this world would be able to recognize a person just by the sound of a cough, but there would be people in this world who would recognize a person because of the intuition of the soul triggered by a cough!

Qing Huan pursued that voice like crazy!

Regardless of the cold scarf on the neck was torn off by the plateau wind, it flew to the snowy field behind, leaving a touch of sweet blue.

It was a few men drinking highland barley wine around the fire.The plateau girls with long skirts sweeping the floor danced a graceful Guozhuang dance around the fire, which was warm and beautiful.

A few men were obviously not just busy drinking, one opened the folder and quickly slid carbon sketches, another held the camera and knelt on one knee on the snow to capture the charm of the girls, and another grabbed the girl beside him. A girl looks at the girl's unique clothing for herself...

For some reason, Qing Huan only felt the smell of blood in his mouth was stronger at this moment.It seems that with every step you take, the fishy and sweet smell will become stronger!
Until——she tremblingly stood behind a man.Someone was talking to him, "Aoki, do you really want to add elements of the plateau to the design of the new season of 'Yu Se' this time?"

[Next update: around 12 o'clock. 】

(End of this chapter)