I'd love to live next door to you

Seeing Han Qingqing coming here, I was a little surprised.

Good night in the summer: "Auntie."

"What can I do for you?" Han Qingqing smiled and his voice was soft and soft, like the spring breeze.

She said, rowing her wheelchair in one hand, leaving the door open: "come on in."

The living room is full of oil paintings. There is an unfinished picture on the drawing board near the window.

All the oil paintings have one thing in common, that is, there is a woman in white, slim, but no face painting, long hair floating, from the temperament point of view, a little like Han Qingqing himself.

After Han Qingqing made tea and entertained Xia goodnight and Lin Chen, she asked softly, "what can I do for you?"

Xia goodnight nodded and was still organizing the language. Han Qingqing's pleasant voice penetrated her ear again: "it's related to being hit with a smile, isn't it?"

Summer good night didn't expect Han Qingqing to mention it on her own initiative. She looked at Han Qingqing unexpectedly: "aunt, do you know that you have been beaten with a smile?"

Han Qingqing nodded his head, and the water like sadness flowed out of his eyes: "I know that these years, it has been like this."

"Then why don't you try to stop it? You can tell the old lady or Han jingnian..."

"Old lady? She is willing to let me live here. She has already tolerated me the most. What face can I have to go to her again What's more, over the years, they have been struggling to protect themselves. To tell them, it's just chaos. If we don't tell them, we can live like this with a smile... " Mingming is very helpless very sad words, but Han Qingqing said these words, the lip corner can take a shallow smile.

Summer good night by Han Qingqing this words say between a moment unexpectedly don't know how to refute.

She's right, so what? Maybe before we say it, we've been killed quietly.

"Then Aunt, do you know who q is? Or, do you have any clues? "

Han Qingqing shook his head: "I don't know. Every time he comes, he disguises himself very seriously."

“……”

Xia goodnight and Han Qingqing chat for a while. Han Qingqing answers questions, but fails to provide any clues.

Good night in summer, I can see that there is no news from Han Qingqing, so I got up to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Xia had another look at the oil paintings: "Auntie, are these all your paintings?"

"Well, I have nothing to do but pass the time." Han Qingqing's wheelchair side, just fell a painting, she bent to pick up, and then stared at the above white woman figure, eyebrows and eyes some tenderness.

Looking at Han Qingqing's eyes and eyebrows like water, Xia goodnight said, "I can see that Aunt still cherishes these paintings."

"Every work is my child." Han Qingqing says, put down the oil painting in hand, send summer goodnight and Lin Chen to leave.

Summer good night thinking that Han Qingqing's legs and feet are not convenient, after going out of the door, politely said: "Auntie, don't send it."

Han Qingqing said "goodbye" with a smile.

Xia Wan'an and Lin Chen also said goodbye. They turned and left. After getting on the bus, Xia Wan took a look at Han Qingqing at the door of the villa through the window.

At the moment when the car started, there was a wind blowing, which lifted Han Qingqing's skirt. Good night in summer, I saw that there were mixed marks on her legs And those as like as two peas on the Han Yi laugh are exactly the same.