I'd love to live next door to you

Han Qingqing's eyes began to look unhappy: "good night, I really don't understand why you are so aggressive against me? Yes, I was there in two times. But Xiaoxiao is my daughter. What's wrong with me going to see Zhang tezhu? What's more, smile is the meat that falls from me. According to your meaning, I, a mother, will kill my own child? There are so many mothers, you ask them, who will be so cruel to their children

In the face of Han Qingqing's upright questioning, Xia goodnight's tone became more serious: "yes, you are right, but only if you are her mother."

As soon as Xia goodnight said this, the people present were even more shocked.

"What?"

"What do you have to be her mother?"

"This is to say that Han Qingqing is not Han Yixiao's mother?"

“……”

In a mess, Han Qingqing seemed to hear some funny jokes and chuckled: "good night, you can really laugh."

"I'm not joking. Although I don't know who you are, I can be sure that you are not Han Qingqing!" Summer night saw Han Qingqing move his lips, like to say something, she didn't give Han Qingqing a chance, and opened her mouth again: "I think you must be very curious, how do I know you are not Han Qingqing, the reason is very simple, the jade bracelet on your wrist, and the oil painting in your room."

"At first, I really didn't think you had any problems. I always thought you were my aunt Han Qingqing. Even I came to you that day and talked with you for so long, I didn't find any problems. But just now, I said that the jade bracelet on your wrist was very lucky. When it wasn't broken by the whip, your subconscious action was to touch your jade bracelet That action reminds me of the unfinished painting you did when I came to you that day The woman in the oil painting is your action... "

"If you are Han Qingqing, why do you draw yourself? If you are Han Qingqing, why do you look at yourself in the oil painting when you pick up the oil painting that day, and your eyes are so touching? "

"I've always wondered why you painted the same woman repeatedly, with white clothes, black hair and no face I didn't understand until just now. There is only one reason. Han Qingqing has died. You live like Han Qingqing. Every day, you draw Han Qingqing The reason why you dare not paint your face is that You are afraid of I'm afraid to be seen, but if you're careful, you still have a flaw... "

Han Qingqing, sitting in the wheelchair, after listening to the analysis of good night in summer, raised her hand and clapped: "wonderful, wonderful, but What about the evidence? Good night in summer, I'm Han Qingqing, and Han Qingqing is me. Your conjectures are colorful, but I'm Han Qingqing...... "

"Is it?" Summer good night face Han Qingqing's calm and easy, slowly voice: "do you really think I have no evidence?"

Han Qingqing didn't speak.

"Do you remember Han Jinglun? He used to treat a smile... " Xia goodnight said, and took out an old diary: "he has a habit of recording the patient's situation. In this diary, he records the treatment of the original smile Han Jinglun's last diary before his death is about a smile. There is such a sentence in it... "