He Qingqi walked to the door and stood with her eyebrows lowered. He suddenly remembered the anger and jealousy in Zhuo Zhiwei's tone just now. The corners of his lips gradually opened with a smile, and his thumb and index finger gently rubbed.

In fact, she was panicked when she heard the knock on the door. On the one hand, Fang Xuanyao was her first love, on the other hand... the tragic death of the previous life still left traces in her heart.

The moment the car hits her body, it hurts, and her internal organs don't seem to belong to her. Fortunately, she was completely hit on the ground, and she was relieved from the pain in just one second.

But her girlfriend seemed to have some special magic power. The moment she heard her cold voice, there was nothing but calmness left in her whole heart.

What's so scary? He Qingqi held his mind, this is her home.

Open the door.

really.

The corridor lights were dimly yellow, blending with the incandescent lamps pouring out suddenly, reflecting on Fang Xuanyao's face. Half of her body was embedded in the orange shadow, and the other half was squinted brightly, showing a hazy beauty.

She wore the pair of slippers that she had prepared at He's house, grabbed the corner of her clothes instantly when she opened the door, half-turned her head to look at He Qingqi, her eyes were surprised and surprised.

It is no longer the appearance of being pretentious and pretentious, after washing away the lead, it seems that he has become the sister next door that He Qingqi was deeply obsessed with.

It is a pity that He Qingqi has no time to pay attention to her beauty. The white light above her head reflects the clear and flawless eyes of He Qingqi.

Her emotions changed personally, and the person in front of her became a woman with a bit of beauty that could not be more common in daily life.

It is nothing special.

He Qingqi's heart was as calm as a lake without ripples in a winter night, and his voice was quiet.

"what's up?"

Fang Xuanyao's heart ached, bit her lip, and there was pain in her eyes. Even though she had known that He Qingqi's heart was no longer on her, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable every time she faced her, and then she felt painful again. Self-deprecating appeared.

If I knew today, why bother in the first place.

Shen sighed, her throat rolled, her eyes were no longer hot, and she motioned to the room: "Is it convenient for me to go in? Let's... have a chat?"

He Qingqi refused without hesitation: "Inconvenient."

The heart fell into the bottom for a moment, and then it was a reversal that didn't count as a turnaround.

"You are my predecessor, so let's go out and talk."

She disapproved, her expression unchanged, and the inadvertent arrogance that flowed out inadvertently caused Fang Xuanyao to shake her mind unconsciously.

She fixedly looked at He Qingqi under the light, her face was still bright and handsome, her eyes were frank and clear, as if she had returned to the past.

He Qingqi married herself happily, and then treated herself cleanly to everyone who tried to approach her.

Including Zhuo Zhiwei.

Now her love and consideration belongs to another person.

I don’t know if Zhuo Zhiwei will be held tightly in her arms by her in the middle of the night, rubbed around like a baby, but she really loves He Qingqi and will not break away from her embrace, nor Impatiently put on slippers and walked to the guest bedroom.

Fang Xuanyao blinked lazily, swallowed and choked: "Yes."

If Zhuo Zhiwei could be happy for her and not embarrass her, and only looked at her from a distance, then he could do it too.

Her love for He Qingqi is no less than Zhuo Zhiwei's. Fang Xuanyao tightened her lips, slightly pale.

"Then I will put on a dress." He Qingqi closed the door without hesitation.

But she didn't ask if she also needed one.

She also only wore a short sleeve.

She was the only one left in the empty corridor. Fang Xuanyao's heart was empty, she stared at the door in a daze, rubbing her arms with her hands, shaking unconsciously.

A wry smile appeared.

...

In the dead of night, the dark night sky is dotted with diamond-like shining stars. The autumn breeze sways the green belt of dwarf trees of unknown species, and the leaves are rustling.

The dim street lamp shook, and He Qingqi wandered with Fang Xuanyao with his hands in his pockets.

"Do you need to accompany you home to get a dress?"

He Qingqi asked sideways.

In fact, she had long discovered that she was wearing a little less, but she didn't want her clothes to be tainted with the smell of others, not to mention that this other person was Fang Xuanyao.

Weiwei knew she would be angry.

So there is this question.

Fang Xuanyao felt the temperature around her body, and quickly compromised: "...good."

Now both of them have dressed up, and occasionally they will see a patrol car patrolling every half an hour.

A city accustomed to continuous artillery fire suddenly returned to her quiet and peaceful hometown, Fang Xuanyao felt inexplicably relieved, like a baby bird returning to the nest.

He sighed slightly, raised his head slightly and asked, "How have you been recently?"

"...Very good, everything goes well."

Fang Xuan was silent, but still couldn't hold back, "Does everything go well with Zhuo Zhiwei?"

He Qingqi was a little surprised. He looked at her sideways, but admittedly confessed: "Yes, we are together."

Fang Xuanyao's pupils suddenly squeezed, her fingers suddenly squeezed, her heart seemed to be pinched and aching, and she felt a sense of breathless suffocation.

She lowered her head and squeezed out a smile, with a bitter smile, and nodded insincerely: "That's good."

After speaking, he repeated it again in a low voice: "Very good."

"I think too." He Qingqi said with anger.

He pursed his lips: "Where are you?"

"Why did you suddenly go to Africa and don't plan to come back?"

Fang Xuanyao was startled and sighed. What he saw and heard these days gradually occupied the pain of frustration in love.

"Want to contribute your own strength."

There was a slight smile in her eyes: "After all, I made so many mistakes in my previous life... After being born again, my first reaction was to make up for you."

Her voice lowered: "But you don't need it."

"I just thought, can I put this guilt on others? At least, they need me."

“I’ve seen others have no food and clothing. I’ve been a volunteer, I’ve seen people displaced by wars, and I’ve seen people die from wound infections. These are far away from our lives, although I have heard a little. But when I witnessed it with my own eyes, it was another completely different feeling, and I made the decision at that moment."

"I don't have anything long, and I don't have any worries. Even if I die, I'm dead."

Fang Xuanyao chuckled. In fact, she couldn't wait to die, and then forgot He Qingqi and all that.

She couldn't help but stared at the girl next to her: "If one day I die, would you feel sorry for me?"

He Qingqi's footsteps were obviously messed up for a moment, but he didn't answer.

She didn't know either.

Just looking at the night sky, the loose hair was blown to the ground a little messy, and there was a breathtaking beauty in the half-covered.

It's very flavorful.

Fang Xuanyao knew that she would not get the answer she wanted, she was lost for a moment, and then she caught this picture with her eyes, and smiled bitterly:

"do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Actually I blamed you?"

Suddenly, doubts appeared in He Qingqi's eyes, with the kind of speechless, suddenly standing still.

She laughed angrily, and pointed at herself with eyes wide open: "Blame me?"

"Co-authoring is my fault?"

Fang Xuanyao bit her lower lip before saying, "It's my fault."

"But... probably people are so greedy and don't repent. In fact, it's not unreasonable to be arrogant. You used to be too good to me, making me more greedy and want more."

"I blame you for leaving too early. Why don't you wait for me a little longer, maybe I will wake up?"

The atmosphere suddenly condensed, and He Qingqi's face went cold.

"You can't wake up." He Qingqi asserted, watching her lose interest, and suddenly felt that it was a mistake to follow her.

Seeing a pavilion not far away, I speeded up my pace and walked over and sat down.

Fang Xuanyao followed her and sat down a bit beside her.

"Ten years." He Qingqi's indifferent profile suddenly sketched out a sarcasm: "Then I died."

Fang Xuanyao was stunned, and then she knew what she was referring to.

She couldn't help asking: "Then if I was lost and knew how to return, and I stopped in time, would you still forgive me?"

Will it?

He Qingqi couldn't help thinking.

I will.

Maybe she will try to forgive. After all, this person was the only one who had set foot in her love world at that time. She stood where He Qingqi could not leave her sight. She represented obsession and delusion.

But later she was everything, except love, and when she became obsessed, she was nothing.

He Qingqi knows this very well.

When those filters and halo disappear, this person is just a woman she loved.

Loved, nothing more.

So in the end, I will leave.

This is their fate.

But as the best girlfriend, He Qingqi will never leave any thoughts to his ex.

She resolutely said: "No."

He Qingqi began to recall her widowed marriage in those years, and couldn't help but laughed at herself and helped Fang Xuanyao to recall it.

As for whether it will sting her, it has nothing to do with He Qingqi.

She looked up at the night sky with a calm tone: "Do you remember one time?"

"what?"

"Our wedding anniversary." He Qingqi recounted: "It's the eighth year of our marriage. I want to give you a surprise. I prepared a candlelight dinner. But wait and wait, you never come back."

"When I fell asleep on the sofa, my whole heart was cold. Knowing that you must have forgotten, I sent a message to Chai Xu and the others like a vent." He Qingqi paused: "Probably the content is. After licking the dog to the end, there was nothing left. I decided not to lick the dog anymore. At that time, it was just venting."

"Xiqi." Fang Xuanyao forbeared the sore spot: "Don't talk about yourself like that."

He Qingqi glanced at her nonchalantly, didn't bother to correct her name, just continued:

"It's about twelve o'clock, you are finally back, I am very pleasantly surprised."

Fang Xuanyao's pupils shrank abruptly, and she obviously recalled that she gasped a few times: "Don't...don't say it."

The tone was flustered and overwhelmed, as if he didn't want to face the **** reality.

She hurt He Qingqi from body to heart. Where can a few words of excuse me make up for it?

He Qingqi's words were like a knife, thrusting straight into his heart, but it was slow and blunt, and couldn't even give her any pleasure. After inserting it, his heart bleeds, and the splashed blood is gradually frozen.

She gritted her teeth tightly and remembered all that.

Later, He Qingqi greeted her happily. She always liked to do some intimate actions to her, kiss or hug her, but she pushed away.

He Qingqi was in a daze, lost his center of gravity, fell to the ground, bumped his head against the coffee table, his painful eye sockets were quickly filled with tears physiologically.

Then she said...

What she said is still clear to He Qingqi, and she laughed sarcastically: "At that time you said: Can you not always look like this, am I your wife, or an airplane cup? A vent tool? "

"I was awake immediately."

"At that time, I loved you and lost myself lovingly, crushing my dignity and throwing it into the dust to trample."

"So why should I jump into the fire pit again and use my time to bet on a fruitless love."

After speaking, He Qingqi turned his head.

His eyes were cool and alienated.

"Fang Xuanyao, I, He Qingqi, have not been afraid since I was young. I have never been afraid of anything that I can't get, so I will never let go, and I will not look back when I hit the south wall."

"You taught me this lesson in life, let go, I learned it."

"Thank you." She looked sincerely and thanked her sincerely.

Fang Xuan was silent, her nails almost sunk into the flesh and she didn't know her, her teeth trembled.

It took a while before he lowered his head:

"I am sorry."

He Qingqi waved his hand.

Also said: "I'm sorry."

"I do not accept."