Her voice trembled, and she was angry that was hard to conceal. Lin Qinghan just kept looking at the road and it was impossible not to see the car, so she just...

Lin Qinghan fell in pain, and stared at Qu Mo Zou who couldn't suppress her anger, and was stunned for a long time. The driver in the distance was undecided and was running over with an umbrella, but Lin Qinghan couldn't control it. Her eyes didn't open wide because of the rain, but they were tightly locked with Qu Moqi. When she questioned, tears came out again. Her dying heart seemed to be alive again. She looked at Qu Mozhen, her voice hoarse and choked: "She doesn't want me, Mo Zang, she's gone, she doesn't want me anymore."

Tears kept falling down the corners of her eyes, she closed her eyes, stretched out her wet arms around Qu Mozhao's neck, crying and convulsing all over.

Qu Mozhan was stabbed in the center by her sudden grief, and her anger was only soft and distressed. She hugged Lin Qinghan with a slight force. Turning his head and looking at the male driver who was at a loss to give them an umbrella, he whispered: "We're all right, don't call 120."

The man looked at them up and down a few times: "Is it really okay? This little girl is crying... Hey, this is so careless. It's raining and the sight is not good, and the brakes are slow. If you didn't push her away, this... It scared me to death.” The driver's hands were still shaking, and it seemed that he was really scared.

Qu Mozhan looked down at Lin Qinghan, who was crying so hard that he couldn't help but feel distressed in his eyes. Don't want her anymore, did Lin Yan leave secretly? She took a breath, patted the girl's thin back, and complained about Lin Yan in her heart. Lin Yan too underestimated Lin Qinghan's paranoia, and too despised what she meant to Lin Qinghan.

Children who grow up in such an environment, no matter how normal they behave, the inner shadows and traumas cannot be cured soon. Now there is a sudden appearance, I am afraid it is the last straw that crushes Lin Qinghan, her brows can't help but frown, if she hadn't seen it...

After taking a deep breath, Qu Mozhan barely stood up. He fell to his knee just now, and the pain was still terrible at the moment. She leaned down and hugged the person to stand up, and looked at the crying person and said warmly: "Where did you fall? Let's go and hide from the rain first, okay?"

Lin Qinghan looked at Qu Mozhen's wet body, and whispered with red eyes, "It's okay..."

The male driver held the umbrella and drove the two under the eaves, still hesitating: "Is there really no need to go to the hospital?"

Qu Mozhan reached out and touched her body, only to find that her elbow was rubbed, and bleeding was coming. She raised her eyebrows and asked her: "Go and clean up the wound?"

Lin Qinghan bit her lower lip and stretched out her hand to lower the sleeves of Mo Zang, as if to look at her hand. Qu Mozhen probably understood her thoughts, and said to the driver again: "It's okay, we don't need to go to the hospital, but can you send us back, the rain is too big."

"no problem."

The bicycle faucet was damaged and could only be left there temporarily. After it rained, the temperature was a little low. Lin Qinghan, who was soaked in the air-conditioner in the car, couldn't help but shiver. Qu Mozang half embraced her. When the two returned home, Aunt Huang was already looking anxiously and saw the embarrassed couple. The man got out of the car and was taken aback.

"Mo Zang, Qinghan, how come back in the car and still shower like this?"

Qu Mozhang signaled that the driver could leave, and said to Aunt Huang, "Aunt Huang, we are okay. Could you make some **** soup, I will take Qinghan to the bath first."

Qu Mozhang took Lin Qinghan up to the second floor, flipped through a set of clothes in the closet, and took new **** and underwear. When he turned around, he saw Lin Qinghan standing at the door staring at himself. Her face was pale, her eyes were still red and swollen, her hair was wet, and her left cheek was also red and swollen. It seemed that she had been beaten, and she looked very pitiful.

Qu Mozhang was distressed and angry, stretched out her cold hand and took her to the bathroom: "This is shower gel, this is shampoo. Take a shower first, and talk about it later."

Lin Qinghan's eyes were astringent and uncomfortable: "I can do it myself, you can wash it quickly."

The hot water from the shower head in the bathroom dissipated the coolness instantly, and the warmth swept through the exhausted body, making Lin Qinghan's numb and chaotic thoughts a little clearer.

The scene of the man riding a bicycle, hugging her and rolling aside, was constantly recurring in his mind, falling painfully all over, but his head was well protected by her. When she lowered her head and looked at her coldly questioning, her completely cold heart suddenly felt sensation, and all her patience collapsed in the cold, anger and panic gaze.

This bath took a long time until someone knocked on the door outside the house: "Qinghan, are you ready?"

"Okay." Lin Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse, Qu Mozuo's brows were slightly twisted, and he stood outside the bathroom and waited.

"Kacha" The door opened, Qu Mozhan turned his head to look at her. The other party was wearing his own blue dress. Her pale face became rosy due to the fumigation of hot water. The slender neck became whiter against the blue, and the straight and thin calves were joined together, which looked very nice.

When she saw Qu Mozhan, she lowered her head slightly.

Aunt Huang brought the **** soup up: "Drink it while it's hot. Although it's summer, I'm afraid of catching a cold."

"Okay, thank Aunt Huang."

Qu Mozhen took the blowing motive and handed it to Lin Qinghan. He sat beside him and drank the **** soup in silence. Lin Qinghan felt a little uneasy for some reason, pursing his mouth and blowing his hair cautiously. The buzzing sound reverberated in the room, and it seemed unusually quiet.

Drying his hair, Lin Qinghan sat aside, watching the **** soup being pushed by Qu Mozhen, holding it up and drinking it, the slightly spicy **** soup was sweet and slid into his stomach with a burst of warmth. Lin Qinghan was drinking the soup, but from time to time he looked at Qu Mozou, who was sitting straight and not squinting.

But the next moment she happened to be caught by her, Qu Mozhen put down the bowl, with Hu's inexplicable air pressure on his body, raised his eyes and looked at her: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Lin Qinghan pressed her lips tightly, her eyes were red, and she nodded.

He got up and went to the cabinet and took the first aid kit, Qu Mozhen took out the iodophor inside, and took the cotton with tweezers to moisten it: "Give me your right hand."

Qu Mozhang bent down, holding Lin Qinghan's right hand, and lowered his head to disinfect her. The large piece of skin was rubbed and it was soaked in water to make it a little white. Qu Mozang said that the cotton ball was pressed up and gently applied, and then carefully applied. She blew.

The cool wind blew over the wound, making Lin Qinghan's goosebumps rise, she lowered her eyes and looked at Qu Mozhan. She lowered her head, her hair tucked behind her, and her freshly washed hair was smooth and shiny, with a few strands falling on her hand, and she quietly twisted it with her fingers and was extremely smooth.

Her beautiful eyebrows were habitually constricted, smoky, long curled eyelashes, slightly trembling, serious and serious, but doing the action of pouting and blowing air, made Lin Qinghan feel nervous and calm, and then the waves rose again in a blink of an eye, becoming more and more intense. .

When Qu Mozhen finished painting and got up, she hadn't had time to take back the gaze that was filled with nostalgia. When she touched this look, Qu Mozhen's heart jumped, and her gaze brought scrutiny and exploration. But Lin Qinghan quickly recovered and hid all of them again.

Qu Mozhan had doubts in his heart, but there were more important things to tell this girl, so he put things away and looked at her seriously: "I know you are uncomfortable, and I understand how cruel it is to you. But Qinghan, No matter how desperate you are, only by living well can you find an explanation in this world."

Lin Qinghan fixedly looked at her, and finally lowered her head and muttered, "You all know, why doesn't she know?"

Qu Mozhan touched her head: "Maybe she has no choice, Qinghan, your mother loves you very much, you know."

Lin Qinghan raised her head and looked at her, her eyes were a little lustrous and did not speak. Then she rubbed her eyes and looked down at Qu Mozhen's leg: "Isn't your leg hurt, and your elbow, I haven't seen it yet."

Qu Mo raised his eyebrows, stood up slightly lame, pulled up his trouser legs, and motioned Lin Qinghan to look. There was a large patch of purple on the originally white and dazzling knee, which fell on the delicate skin of porcelain white, which was very scary.

Lin Qinghan stood up suddenly, turned around in a bewildered manner, and immediately squatted in front of her, looking at the wound on her knee, feeling terribly distressed: "You are very painful... medicinal wine, Chinese medicine..."

"Yeah." Qu Mozhan didn't say anything when he said something back.

Lin Qinghan's throat and hair were astringent, so he quickly flipped through the first aid kit prepared at home. There was really medicinal liquor.

Quickly pour a little and rub it quickly in your hands, and then carefully apply it on the bruise, slowly pushing and holding it. She was bullied and injured a lot. She has done these things very skillfully.

She endured her heart and tried hard, Qu Mozhang's body immediately tightened, making a low gasp, and Lin Qinghan nervously raised her head to look at her: "If you bear it, don't push it away, it will hurt for longer. It's not good for me. , Hurt you."

It was really painful at first, but after being rubbed by Lin Qinghan, the area became warm and relaxed a lot after stopping. She looked at Lin Qinghan who was blaming herself, and put down her trouser legs: "If you really blame yourself, then you should never have such an impulsive thing today?"

After speaking, she glanced at Lin Qinghan's hands: "Go and wash your hands."

Lin Qinghan didn't see Qu Mozhen after washing her hands, nor did she see her figure upstairs, thinking she was downstairs. Lin Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then went downstairs to see Aunt Huang who was busy there.

"Have you finished the bath?" Aunt Huang looked at her kindly and smiled at her.

"Well, thank Aunt Huang for cooking the **** soup just now, which has caused you and Mo Zang again." Lin Qinghan and Aunt Huang thanked them, feeling a little guilty.

Aunt Huang liked Lin Qinghan very much, and she smiled: "Silly boy, what is the trouble to say. Mo Zang is willing to bring you back. I am very happy to be like you. She, she used to be stubborn, and now she suddenly looks like she has grown up. She doesn’t smile and always looks serious. Both her parents and I are very worried. Only when she has a playmate, I can rest assured."

Lin Qinghan blushed a little, she is not a playmate, right? Qu Mozhen doesn't seem to play with her very much, he always takes her to study, or educates her seriously. Pursing her lower lip, she looked around: "Aunt Huang, where is Mo Yan?"

Aunt Huang frowned: "I went out again, saying that the bicycle was left there. I said that I will let someone deal with it later, and she has to go by herself."

Lin Qinghan hurriedly looked outside. The rain was still falling, but it was a lot smaller, but still worried: "It rained a lot just now and there was water on the road. Why did she go out? Aunt Huang, if you have an umbrella, I will go to her. "

"Hey, Mo Zeng specifically said, let you stay here obediently, if you let you go, she will be angry." Aunt Huang said, standing at the door and looking out.

However, Qu Mozhan came back very quickly. When Lin Qinghan saw her walking through the rain curtain with her bicycle, his heart was relieved. She was wearing shorts and a white T-shirt and hit a black umbrella. After stopping the car, she carried a box and entered the door holding the umbrella.

"Did you get wet?" Lin Qinghan didn't pay attention to what she took, but just looked at her.

Seeing that the little girl cares about Qu Mozhang so much, Aunt Huang smiled and stood aside to interject, but only thoughtfully took over the wet umbrella.

"No, the rain is not heavy." As she said that she put the small box in her hand on the table in the living room, and turned to look at Lin Qinghan, her tone was still very calm: "Going out and passing by a cake shop, the pastry that I bought was broken, it The cake is pretty good. It happened to have an 8-inch tiramisu, so I bought it."

Lin Qinghan watched her silently, but the light in her eyes was not for an instant. Qu Mozang felt uncomfortable being seen. He kept his eyes away, pretending to be indifferent: "Today happens to be your birthday. I didn't eat cake at the banquet before. You can make up."

"Today is Qinghan's birthday, so this cake is the right one. I will cook another table of good dishes in the evening and celebrate." Aunt Huang took the words with a smile and looked at the two of them.

When candles were put on the cake, Qu Mozang signaled Lin Qinghan to make a wish and reminder of the candles. Aunt Huang looked at them and quickly said: "Mo Zang, Qinghan, you must sing a birthday song on your birthday first, and then blow the candles after making your wish."

Qu Mo was taken aback, she slowly glanced at Lin Qinghan, who was looking at her, her pink lips pressed, her eyes hesitant. After a while, her lips opened, and a few vague low voices overflowed: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

The way she sang was too awkward, her eyes drifted away, and her voice was a little low. Lin Qinghan saw that her exposed ears were red to the bottom of her ears, and her hair was tender and tender, which was very cute. I couldn't tell what it felt like, it was hot and hot, but seeing Qu Mozhen's embarrassment singing, he couldn't help but laugh.

Realizing that she was laughing, she quickly lowered her head and pressed her fist to her mouth. Qu Mozhen over there stopped singing the birthday song, and gave her a bitter look: "Sing, blow the candles."

Aunt Huang looked at them, she stumbled with a smile, and quickly responded, "Yes, yes, make a wish and blow out the candles."

This time the birthday cake and the birthday song she heard became memories that Lin Qinghan couldn't forget in her entire life. The mellow and rich taste of tiramisu, and the person who sang, made her love it all her life.

The author has something to say: Miss Qu shot, Baby Lin was wronged.

Little bitter gourd who confessed all the time, Miss Qu, have you seen it?

Qu Mozang's feelings for Lin Qinghan are very complicated, he has pity, appreciation, and a desire for protection. But it is difficult for her to be emotional with Lin Qinghan for a while. In fact, the feelings are deep to a certain extent, even if they don't accept Lin Qinghan, they can't let it go, so Lin Qinghan will still feel uncomfortable for a while. When Miss Qu finds that she is like her surname, she will love Lin Qinghan very much.

So the little bitter gourd will turn into a little melon. It’s still frozen. Take a bite of icy sweet and icy sweet, 2333