Qinglu has been smart since he was a child.
She remembered that when she was seven years old, her parents went out in a hurry and never came back. The food on the table was completely cold, and Qinglu was really hungry. He ate the millet porridge bit by bit with a spoon, and climbed onto the living room sofa to sleep. There is a parenting robot in the room, she is not very afraid, but it is too quiet, the home has never been so quiet.
She slept in a daze, and hurriedly got up when she heard the door open. The door opened in her expectant eyes, and the cold winter air, together with several tall aunts and uncles, poured into the small home that she and her parents will always warm.
An aunt found her on the sofa and hugged her involuntarily and wept. Qinglu didn't know the reason at the time, but later realized that this meant that the adults she was waiting for would not come back.
According to the regulations, Qinglu was first sent to the social welfare home. In front of the registration table that was higher than Qinglu, the staff of the welfare home picked up her small wrist and entered "Both parents are dead, orphan, waiting for adoption" on the personal terminal. ” mark, and then patted her head with pity and said:
"Such a beautiful little girl, from a good family in the past, how old is she, and in a blink of an eye... alas."
Qinglu seemed to realize something. He squatted down and cried a lot, his throat was hoarse, and his face was red from crying, which startled the adults.
The child cried with stubborn energy, and Qinglu was not persuaded by anyone until the end. After crying happily, Qinglu never cried again, and even rarely spoke to anyone.
Life in the Social Workhouse wasn't hard, but it wasn't much fun either. Adults often come here, looking at the children in the almshouse as if they were picking out valuables, whether they like it or evaluate it. When they see Qinglu, their eyes are always bright. Go to Qinglu and ask her if she wants to go home with them.
Qing Lu shook his head.
After doing this several times, the remaining children who were picked from the orphanage stopped talking to Qinglu. Qinglu is too much liked by adults, but he doesn't want this like, and the others have no chance to refuse, which makes them so pitiful.
When they came again, Qinglu was pushed to the most corner by the child, intentionally or unintentionally, in a very naive way, so Qinglu always listened to everyone's laughter, standing in the shadow of the corner, looking up at the bright white light. Mottled tree shadows swaying in the wind.
After spring passed, Zhang Ming, who broke into Qinglu's house that day, hugged Qinglu and cried, came to the social welfare home and wanted to adopt Qinglu.
Qinglu recognized Zhang Ming, she opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Ming quietly, Zhang Ming's eyes were bright and full of truth, Qinglu nodded lightly after being silent for a while.
Zhang Ming was very happy. Next time he came, he brought her husband and went to the office of the president of the almshouse to consult the procedures.
A kind-hearted social worker brought Qinglu to the dean's office, wanting to let Qinglu see the future adopters more and say a few more words. He led Qinglu to the door of the office, and heard chaotic conversations coming from the door that was not closed tightly:
"...What? Qinglu's assets can only be used after the age of 18? I checked on Xingwang. Now, isn't it stipulated by the law that they go with the guardian?"
"Sir, generally the adopted person's assets can be called by the guardian and used in the relevant part of the adopted person, but Qinglu's parents have left behind a huge amount of assets, and there is a special person to take care of the foundation... Because of this , In the absence of relatives, Qinglu will be sent to the orphanage instead of handing over guardianship at will."
The dean's old voice was abruptly stern: "This gentleman, you don't adopt Qinglu for your assets, right?"
"No, no, don't get me wrong, Dean - Wei Feng, why are you asking this? I want to adopt Qinglu because she is Xiaolan's only child. Please explain it to the Dean."
"Come on, if it weren't for that money, I would be so busy to adopt a child—"
"Wei Feng, what are you talking about!"
"Go home quickly, my children are still waiting to eat. If I knew that I would go all the way in vain, I might as well buy a cake for my precious daughter with the toll."
"Don't drag me..."
The scolding and footsteps were getting closer and closer, Qing Lu broke away from the social worker's hand and ran away.
The light of summer was hot, but Qing Lu felt a chill in her heart, which made her tremble uncontrollably.
On the day of the Beginning of Autumn the next year, the orphanage was bustling with activity, and the social workers dressed the children well. It was said that a big man was coming.
Qing Lu changed into the white princess dress handed by her auntie, and her aunt tied her hair. When Qing Lu raised her head, she saw that many people her age were looking at her, and her aunt hugged Qing Lu and smiled:
"It seems that everyone thinks our little Qinglu is the most beautiful."
"By the way, Qinglu, don't soil your clothes carelessly, and don't cut them with scissors. It's very dangerous."
Qinglu lowered his head.
Often, the more beautiful clothes she gets, the more serious exclusion awaits her. Qing Lu certainly wasn't very happy, but she didn't feel sad either.
Qinglu didn't feel anything about whether the skirts from the almshouse were intact or were secretly soiled and cut by others, and whether the small cakes from lunch would be taken away by others righteously, she just felt bored and uninterested. Come.
But she didn't expect that these companions who were about the same age as her would directly push her into a waste box this time, and close the lid with a snap.
There was darkness in front of Qinglu's eyes.
There was a dull sound from overhead, like someone stomping on the lid, clicking, and the alloy lid made a snapping sound.
"… Would you like to lock her up?"
"Who made her look so good today, people always look at her when she stands in the corner, we'll just open the lid when we come back."
In the darkness, the footsteps were getting quieter and farther away. Qinglu curled up in a ball in the dark.
Outside the hall of the asylum, the child poked his head to look inside.
There were a few people standing there, and I couldn't tell what was different, but the "big man" in my aunt's mouth was different from those who came to pick children for adoption in the past.
Those in black suits surrounded a middle-aged uncle and a young lady who looked like a princess from a fairy tale.
Every move of the princess makes people unable to move their eyes, reminding them of the noble and elegant white swan, and many girls look at her with envy, because the difference is too great, and there is not even a trace of jealousy.
"Let's pick up a girl named 'Qinglu'." The princess in the children's heart opened her lips and said to the dean.
The horror in the dean's heart has not yet been suppressed. He only received the above instructions to receive good reception, but he did not know that the Song family's patriarch brought his daughter here in person, and he had to pick up a child.
He cautiously said: "In the past six months, there have been many people who want to adopt Qinglu, only one couple almost succeeded, and the others were rejected by Qinglu... I don't know Mr. Song..."
"Her father and I are old friends." Father Song kept his words concise and to the point. He had been backlogged for a long time, and he couldn't hear any emotion in just a short sentence, which made the dean nervous and didn't know how to answer for a while.
Song Pian smiled and said, "My father just came back from recuperating abroad, and when he heard about Qinglu, he brought me here to pick her up."
"You can call Qinglu to see you."
The dean breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called someone to do it: "Qinglu doesn't like to join in the fun, it should be somewhere else, you sit first, I'll have someone go and find her."
Father Song sat down in response, and the entourage was waiting beside him, while Song Piangan took advantage of the cool autumn wind and circled the small garden, leaning over to see the beautiful red maple.
The staff sent by the dean came back in a hurry: "President, there is no green land in the dormitory building, it's strange, she never runs around..."
"Huh? Are you reading in the classroom? Go to the teaching building again."
"There is no class today, the classrooms are locked..." The staff obviously thought that Qinglu would not be in the teaching building, but because of the dean's instructions, they had to do so, "I'll go right now."
Song Piantao turned around from Xiu Xiu Maple, and her skirt made a circular arc. She frowned slightly and walked towards the dean, but stopped halfway and looked at a little girl who looked at the dean and said nothing.
Song Pian turned around, walked to the girl, squatted down, and said softly, "Little boy, do you know where Qinglu is?"
Qing Lu's breathing was a little labored.
Her throat seemed to be strangled by the darkness, and her forehead was sweaty as she breathed hard again and again. She leaned weakly against the box, her right hand tightly clutching the toy wooden sword that someone had thrown into the box, and her wrist Swing, tuk, tuk, tuk, wooden sword knocked weakly on the abandoned box.
She doesn't want to be locked up here.
Will she die.
Will I see my parents when I die? Or go to see the angel first?
A trace of unrealistic fantasies remain in the young girl's mind, but human instinct drives her to survive.
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, the young wrist held the fragile thin wooden sword, and the sound of the percussion became slower and weaker.
When the darkness was about to cover her consciousness, there was a bang, the lid on top of her head suddenly opened, and bright sunlight came in.
Qing Lu pressed his head against the box, raised his face feebly, and welcomed the sunlight and air. She took a deep breath, but her eyes that had been in the dark for a long time were stabbed and wet, and she couldn't open them for a while.
"Qinglu."
An unfamiliar but gentle voice was calling her, Qinglu heard it, and tried her best to open her eyes to see the owner of the voice.
She saw the angel in the world, with a warm and dazzling halo behind her, and the autumn breeze beside her.
Qing Lu looked at her blankly.
"Are you Qinglu? Don't be afraid, it's all right."
The angel stretched out her hand towards her, who was dirty in the abandoned box, with no disdain in her eyes, only pity.
The person who was mistaken for an angel pulled Qinglu out of the abandoned box. For the young Qinglu, her hand was firm and strong, and she was pulled out of the darkness in one fell swoop. It was the faint fragrance on her body, as gentle as herself.
She took herself to wash, and soon someone delivered a new dress. When the other party tried to replace it for him, Qing Lu subconsciously shrank back.
She was not angry and asked with a smile, "Can you wear it yourself?"
Qinglu nodded silently.
"The clothes are here, I'm outside, what are you calling me." She stood up, Qing Lu lowered her head, and could see the skirt rippling softly around her straight calf, like a white splash wrapped in a swan, " My name is Song Piandao, my name is a bit awkward, you can call me Sister Song, or sister."
After she finished speaking, she patted her head lightly, and stepped on the light and shadow thrown at the window to leave the room.
Song-pian-xian, Qing Lu recited it a few times in his heart, it is not difficult to remember.
When she put on the new dress Song Piantao handed over, there was a faint voice of conversation outside.
"Miss, it has been checked in the security room. It was done by four children."
The vice president said with a bitter face: "Miss Song, they are still children. I don't know that doing this will have serious consequences. I don't really want Qinglu... Mr. Song is angry and wants to punish them. Can you help me to persuade them?"
"My father is angry, what does the vice president mean to me?"
The vice president stared blankly at the Miss Song family in front of him.
The girl's figure is slender and tall, and her body is beginning to show the demeanor and demeanor that has been nurtured by a century-old family. She is clearly only fourteen or fifteen years old, but standing there, it looks like a newborn poplar, with the flexibility of a willow branch.
Song Piantao thought about Qinglu, who was silent in the room, and the tearful eyes in the pair of discarded boxes, Song Piantao increased his tone:
"I think it's not the first time that something like this has happened. The almshouse should be properly regulated. I would advise my father to contact the Minister of Social Affairs of North Tasmania."
"Miss Song." The vice president said in surprise.
"If Qinglu was not an exception," Song Piantao added in a girl's soft and sweet voice, but her attitude was firm, and she succeeded in making the vice president speechless.
With a click, the door opened behind Song Pian.
Song Piantao swallowed the rest of her words, squatted down, her eyes were level with Qinglu, and fastened the decorative belt on her skirt for her, and lightly twisted her fingers a few times to tie a beautiful bow.
Seeing Qinglu staring at her movements, she smiled and said, "Do you like it?"
Qing Lu nodded: "… I like it."
"Qinglu, are you willing to go with us?"
Qing Lu did not speak.
She first raised her head and glanced at the vice president. The vice president didn't seem to be in a good mood at this time. She vaguely realized that this emotion was born because of herself, not only because of the child's natural intuition, but also because of the vice president. The dean avoided her gaze.
In the distance, a few children boldly looked here and muttered.
She remembered Song Piantao's words before, she was standing outside the door and in front of her, she wanted to stand up for herself.
Qinglu lowered her head and looked back at Song Pian's beautiful light-brown pupils who were close at hand. She smiled and waited patiently for her reply.
"... Hmm." Qing Lu's response was very soft.
The Song family did not really adopt Qinglu, but only went through the formalities on behalf of the prisoner and took Qinglu from the orphanage to live with the Song family. The foundation under Qinglu's name was still in operation, and the Song family did not intervene. They only called the person in charge of the foundation to see the Song family at the beginning, so as to save some people from worrying about their thoughts and making small moves.
Qinglu was only 8 years old now. She was led out of the car cabin by Song Pian and entered the Song family's house.
In front of the main courtyard, there is a disposition scene in the shape of a cluster of small universes. Several planets are lined up. They rotate gracefully with the sound of soft music, surrounded by nebulae. The nebulae spread out and gather again from time to time. .
Song Piantao was explaining to Sister Xue about the room she was going to live in, she held her hand and shook it playfully twice:
"Qinglu likes the ocean or the universe? Others are fine too."
Song Piantao has checked that these two are the most popular room sets for children under the age of 10.
Qinglu's eyes fell on the moon in the scene.
Song Piantao noticed: "Universe?"
"No." Qing Lu pursed his lips tightly, clenched Song Pian's hand tightly, and called out an unfamiliar name for the first time, "...Sister Song, I want to be the same as you."
Song Pian was startled, then smiled and said:
"it is good."
When Father Song brought Song Piantao to pick up the person, he didn't say much in detail, only that he was picking up the orphan of an old friend. Song Piangan later learned that Qinglu's parents were two senior engineers who were jointly responsible for the design of the "moon track". More than a year ago, the G32 section of the lunar orbit project deviates from the established track due to a computer error. Qinglu's parents rushed to the scene as the person in charge.
Nowadays, human beings are moving towards the interstellar era, and dazzling projects are constantly appearing in the world, such as holographic games, ecological simulations, household AI robots, etc. Of course, the most attractive thing is the mysterious and vast universe that is constantly getting closer to human beings.
The lunar orbit project is one of the more striking ones. Strictly speaking, this project does not leave the earth, but builds a habitable zone along the orbit of the moon at a high altitude on the earth for people to live in.
Qinglu's parents have been preparing for this project for many years, and they are afraid that they will lose their lives on the moon track one day, leaving only their daughter who has not yet grown up.
After Song Piantai read the information, she felt that Qinglu's younger sister was distressing.
The Song family has flourishing branches and leaves, but they are still young saplings. The fourteen-year-old Song Piangan is the eldest daughter of the Song family's direct line, and a bunch of radishes below call her sister, but she is the only one who leads her and raises her a part of the Song family. Women's sense of responsibility.
After knowing what happened to Qinglu, Song Piangao simply took a half-month vacation to accompany Qinglu at Song's house to familiarize herself with the environment.
There are many family members in the Song family, but they don't live together on weekdays. There is only Song Pianjiao's family in the house, except for Song's father and Song's mother, Zeng Qing.
Zeng Qing is a mother and has a soft mind, but she has not even taken care of Song Piangan personally, and she is even more helpless in the face of a child who is much more silent and sensitive than Song Piangan.
Later, seeing that her daughter is better at raising children than herself, after expressing her kindness, she simply acted as a hands-off shopkeeper with confidence.
In the first few days, Song Piantao accompanied Qinglu to get acquainted with Song's house. Every afternoon, she would take her for a walk by the artificial lake. In private, she told the careful Sister Xue to pay more attention to Qinglu's reaction.
Within two days, Mrs. Xue came to Song Piantao and said that Miss Qinglu resisted her entering the room. Although she did not stop her directly, every time Mrs. Xue entered, she would stand upright until she finished cleaning and left.
"And I also found a... a toy wooden sword next to Miss Qinglu's pillow?" Sister Xue's tone was a little puzzled, "At first I thought that Miss Qinglu liked that toy, but Miss Qinglu never took it down, so I didn't Dare to move."
Song Piantao was looking at the baking recipe and baking desserts. After hearing what Sister Xue said, she immediately remembered the thin wooden sword that was in Qing Lu's hand when she was in the abandoned box.
"Well, don't touch her things."
Song Pian waited for more than ten minutes, the oven made a pleasant sound, and put the cakes on the plate by herself.
Song Pian tasted it and felt that it was not bad. He picked up the round plate and went up to the second floor to find Qinglu.
She knocked on the door: "Qinglu, it's me."
The door was quickly opened. This time, she focused on observation. Qing Lu's body was tense for a moment when he opened the door, and he relaxed when he realized that he was the only one in front of the door.
It seems that as Sister Xue said, Qinglu has a strong sense of territory for his room. Song Piantao secretly remembered it in his heart, and raised the pastry plate in his hand with a smile:
"I'm learning to bake recently, help me taste how it tastes."
Qing Lu moved his nose: "It smells so good."
"Well, it's butterfly cake, do you like it?"
"I don't seem to have eaten."
"A relatively simple introductory recipe." Song Pian bit her lip and smiled, as if she was a little embarrassed, but she still said generously, "Just starting to learn, don't dislike it."
As she spoke, she led Qing Lu to the sofa, picked out a piece of butterflies with the most beautiful shape and handed it to her. She quietly observed Qing Lu. Qing Lu was obviously much more comfortable when facing her, sitting on the small bench. Eat the butterfly cake in small bites, and clean the crumbs on your hands a little bit.
As long as you like it, the information says that Qinglu likes desserts, and Song Pianjiao has no interest in cooking, so he tried to make the silent children happy. It seems that the effect is not bad.
While eating butterfly cakes in Qinglu, Song Pian walked around, and sure enough, he found the abrupt little wooden sword by the bed.
She frowned in thought.
"Sister Song."
There was a call from behind, she turned her head, Qing Lu was sitting on the bench wearing a beige knitted sweater with soft hair, her legs could not reach the ground, and there was some sweet pastry residue on her mouth, a beautiful reddish-brown color. The eyes are big, and it can melt people's hearts when they look at people.
She held the big butterfly cake in her small hands and tilted her head:
"Sister Song won't you eat?"
Song Piantao turned around, walked towards her, pinched her face with itchy hands, and said with a smile, "Eat, eat with you."
"it is good."
Qing Lu nodded in response, heaving a sigh of relief.
She didn't want Song Piantao to see that dirty wooden sword.
Back then, the young Qinglu didn't know that it was her self-esteem. She only knew that it was better to accompany her to eat sweet cakes than Sister Song walking around in the room.
Qinglu quickly fell in love with the taste of Butterfly Crisp. Children prefer beautiful cream cakes or icing cookies. She never asked for Butterfly Crisp when she went to the dessert shop with her parents before, and she never ate it in the hospice. Song Piantao made it. It was the first time she ate butterflies.
Qinglu liked it, Song Pian petted her, and often made it for her, and the craftsmanship became more and more proficient.
Until one time, Song Piangan's aunt brought her cousin Xu Zhaojiu as a guest, and Song's mother Zeng Qing asked both Song Piangan and Qinglu to visit.
Aunt Song is a complete face control, and she likes children. When she saw Qinglu, her eyes lit up, and she said to Zeng Qing, "...Why don't you hold a banquet so that everyone can get to know Xiaolu? I have time to spare, so I can give it to you. Look after it, it hurts, this child."
Zeng Qing can't say that Qinglu is a little afraid of life, and he doesn't like to talk. Like a cat with a stress reaction, it is estimated that it will take some time to get used to it. He only said:
"What's the rush, there will be opportunities in the future."
Xu Zhaojiu held the plate of butterfly cake and refused to put it away, biting it in his mouth and holding it in his arms, eating indistinctly:
"My eldest cousin's crispy cakes are so delicious—ah, I also want my eldest cousin to look up and make me crispy cakes."
Zeng Qing teased her: "How delicious is it?"
"The best food in the world!" Xu Zhaojiu, as the big cousin's little fan, said confidently, "My cousin is the best at anything."
Made everyone laugh.
Qing Lu looked at Song Pian, who had a bright smile and stars in his eyes.
Song Pian reached out and pinched Xu Zhaojiu's cheek with a doting face.
Xu Zhaojiu hugged Song Pian's arm and acted like a spoiled child.
Song Piandao brushed Xu Zhaojiu's hair.
Qing Lu's fingers clenched at the velvet pillow, and the hair that fell on her forehead blocked the corners of her flat lips.
Xu Zhaojiu quickly followed Aunt Song away, Song Pian turned around, took Qing Lu's hand and walked home:
"Come on, go back to your room and take a nap."
Children need a lot of sleep, and Qinglu also has the habit of taking naps. When she wakes up, she can go for a walk around the lake. Song Piantao planned, but found that the child she was holding didn't move forward. She looked back and asked patiently:
"what's wrong?"
Qinglu looked up at her fair face, and the corners of her lips moved, pulling out a rusty smile. Her thick eyelashes fell and flew up, like a little butterfly with its wings just unfolding. It was fragile and beautiful. Clear pupils only for children.
Qing Lu's hand moved up, and stood on tiptoe to hug Song Pian's arm, but failed. She had to lean over gently, hug Song Pian's waist, raised her head, and imitated Xu Zhaojiu's tone of voice.
"I'm so sleepy."
Thinking of Xu Zhaojiu taking a sip of a "big cousin", Qinglu had to make an inch when he reached the "Sister Song", and changed it to a more intimate voice:
"elder sister."
Song Pian's heart melted immediately, and many surprises appeared in his heart. This was the first time Qinglu showed a smile, and the first time he took the initiative to approach him.
Moreover, Qinglu is already beautiful, she is a little beauty, she is cuter than her cousins, just sitting there will make people not like it, not to mention being so cute and coquettish.
Song Pian rubbed the top of Qinglu's hair and smiled without hesitation:
"We're going back now."
Since Xu Zhaojiu came that day, Qinglu instinctively knew what to do. She likes Song Piantao to accompany her, cook herself food, walk with her or read a book.
Sometimes someone would come to give Song Piangan a lesson, and she would sit quietly beside Song Pianjiao while she was in class, waiting for Song Piangan's gaze from time to time to raise her head.
When Song Pian looked at her, she felt extremely relieved. When Song Pian looked at others... She didn't like it.
Qinglu understood the speculation in the way of a child, and gradually realized that Song Piantao likes to see her well-behaved and sensible, so she laughed more and more and became more proficient.
Later, Xu Zhaojiu came again, Qinglu secretly compared, and felt that he was cuter than her when he smiled, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon Xu Zhaojiu brought her bad news:
"go to school?"
"Yeah, little sister Lu, my mother said you were going to school, don't be afraid, I'm two grades higher than you, and I'll take care of you at school in the future."
Before Qinglu could react, Xu Zhaojiu continued:
"My mother also said that my eldest cousin is going to school soon, and the three of us will go back to school together."
Qing Lu was a little dazed and blinked: "Then will my sister and I still be together?"
Xu Zhaojiu was attracted by the beautiful sister, and imitated Qinglu's face with a paw, pretending to be old-fashioned:
"Oh, little sister Lu, the big cousin is going to middle school, we are going to primary school, we're not together - what are you doing, why are you going to cry!"
Xu Zhaojiu looked at Qing Lu's eyes, and was so frightened that he quickly put his hands away.
The adults who were talking beside him immediately surrounded him, Song Pian walked the fastest, crouched down and embraced Qinglu:
"Why are you crying suddenly?"
The Song family aunt next to her also asked her daughter:
"What's the matter, Xu Zhaojiu?"
Xu Zhaojiu looked at his sinful little hands, and said with a mournful look on his face, "I made Little Lu cry, I'm really a bad woman."
"...You give me less TV shows, Xu Zhaojiu."
Qing Lu hugged Song Pian's neck, tears falling like a string of small pearls:
"Going to school... I don't want to..."
She has worked so hard, why should she be separated from her sister?
The younger Xiao Qinglu became more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it, she couldn't stop crying.
The adult next to him looked at the human cub who was scared to cry by going to school, and cried because of the cuteness.
No matter how Qinglu cried when her sisters and sisters started school together, she still had to go to school.
Song Piantao has been inviting professors to come to her home to make up for her progress, but she is also a student council member. There are still several group work for her to complete this semester, and the vacation cannot be extended any longer.
Before going to school, Song Pianjiao still had one thing to do.
She found Qinglu in front of the planet setting scene in front of the house, Song Pian walked over and looked at it from a distance, Qinglu was sitting on the swing chair, looking at the moon inside.
When she came to her, Qing Lu had already turned his head to look at her.
"elder sister."
Qing Lu's voice calling her sister was sweet, which made Song Pian stretch her brows, opened the wooden box in her hand, and handed it to Qing Lu in front of her.
"See if you like it or not."
"This is… ?"
"It's a small dagger." However, of course, it wasn't sharpened. The back of the knife was blunt and smooth, and it was safe except for the hard material. She specially hired someone to do it.
"Look, does it look like your little wooden sword? But it is much thicker than the wooden sword." Song Pian's tone became as lively as possible, she took Qing Lu's hand and led her to touch the raised lines on the dagger's body, "This is It's engraved with your name, Qing-Lu, do you like it?"
Qinglu's small, soft fingertips swiped on the dagger.
Song Piantao slowed down: "The little wooden sword is very good, it helped you. But it is not unique, Qinglu will have better than it."
She was afraid that Qinglu would not be able to understand the meaning of this, just like Uncle Zhong, who was doing errands for her, was a little puzzled. Why use a dagger instead of a wooden sword, what is the difference between the two? He suggested that Song Pianjiao prepare a big doll for Qinglu, not only to have a sense of security, but also more suitable for children, girls like it.
But Song Piantao felt that Qinglu preferred to receive such a gift. It was stronger than a thin wooden sword, a little heavier, had a dull sound when struck, and gave a thick sense of security in the palm of his hand.
What she wants Qinglu to understand is that she doesn't need to be immersed in the deep anxiety that day, relying on a flimsy toy wooden sword to satisfy her sense of security, the Song family - or her Song Piandao, will let her live the rest of her life All are safe and sound.
She didn't want Qinglu to think that sweet things like dolls and dolls could replace everything, and a certain toughness and aggression could protect herself better.
Of course, Qinglu can have both tough and soft - those beautiful things Song Piantao has prepared for Qinglu at the same time, and they have been placed on Qinglu's bedside, tied with a cute bow.
"... So, let's put away the little wooden sword, okay?" Song Pian asked.
She looked at Qing Lu's expression when she spoke, and if Qing Lu was reluctant and uneasy, she would immediately put away the small dagger.
But Qinglu did not.
Qinglu's five fingers slumped open, clinging to the dagger: "Cool... Thank you, sister, I like this gift."
"Really?" Song Piantao confirmed.
"Yeah." Qing Lu nodded seriously.
She really likes it. She has long felt that the wooden sword is too fragile, and it will bend if you break it hard.
This little dagger looks much better, Qing Lu's fingertips ran across the blade, imagining that if it were a little thinner, it would be able to cut open...
"And a small gift."
Qinglu raised his head, what else?
Song Pian took out an azure gift box from behind the swing chair, as if performing a trick.
"I wanted you to discover it yourself and surprise you, but I didn't expect that I would have to open it up for you to see."
Song Pian swiped his finger lightly, and the gift box popped open, revealing the delicate hologram inside, only the size of a button.
Under Song Pian's eyes, Qing Lu pressed down the holographic instrument. In the next instant, a projection like a courtyard setting was displayed in the air. As long as Qing Lu wanted to, she could connect the holographic instrument with her personal terminal and truly enter this small universe. .
The difference is that this small universe has only one moon.
In the next moment, the moon was pulled away and smaller, and fell back to the blue planet. The sky was so close that it seemed that you could reach out and touch the Milky Way. The Milky Way is like a group of dense and finely broken gems falling on the black velvet. A semi-circular trajectory crosses the black velvet, and along the trajectory, a large or small moon falls.
"Qinglu, do you know? Your name means 'Moon Track'."
Song Pian looked at the moon:
"Your name is beautiful and so is the moon, don't be afraid of it."
The moon, the orbit of the moon.
In PE class, when there was no one in the class, Qinglu turned on the hologram and glanced at the moon that Song Pian gave to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone pushing the door in. She pressed her finger, put away her moon, and moved easily. Take out the exercise and write it.
"That... Qinglu."
Qinglu raised his head, and in front of him was the academic committee of the class. They had participated in the physics competition together.
"What's up?"
"Please accept this." The academic committee handed out a transparent crystal box with a rose petal inside. When the box is opened, a rain of roses will appear, which has been very popular recently.
The school committee looked at the girl in front of her, and her heart was as red as a rose.
He has long known Qinglu, Qinglu is the most beautiful girl in the class and even the whole school. She skipped two grades and was younger than everyone else, but she was always the first. I heard that her family background is very good, and she only goes in and out of luxury cars, and her only friend is Xu Zhaojiu, the famous eldest lady of the school.
She doesn't take the initiative to talk to people, so people don't dare to approach, but when they participate in the competition together, they seem so close, as if the stars are finally falling, emitting a more dazzling light.
At this moment, she was in front of her, and the school committee stumbled and added: "I just want to give you this thing, there is no other meaning."
He didn't even dare to ask this girl to date him.
Under his red-faced gaze, Qing Lu put down his pen, sat upright and elegant, and said with a slight smile:
"Thank you, but it's better for us to focus on our studies now. This gift is too expensive. Take it back."
The school committee put away the rose petals and left sadly.
Xu Zhaojiu heard it from somewhere, and winked when he returned to Song's house after school: "What is the number of this month? I really have you, little sister Lu."
Qing Lu looked at the phone and replied casually, "Huh?"
"Damn, it's really the beginning of love - but our little Lu is only 12 years old, and it's not yet that time."
Xu Zhaojiu shook his head, and when he mentioned Qinglu's age, he couldn't help but think of the bitter history.
When Qinglu was about to go to school, Xu Zhaojiu thought it was her turn to be her sister, so she vowed to take good care of little sister Lu, who was two levels below her. Unexpectedly, one month after entering the school, Xiao Lu's sister jumped two levels in a row and came to her class with her schoolbag. The mid-term exam was far behind Xu Zhaojiu.
I heard that if the eldest cousin stopped her and let her experience more campus life, Qinglu even wanted to skip the elementary school stage and go to the middle school to find her eldest cousin.
That's terrible, it's like turning yourself into a sister from a sister, no, it's a stinky brother.
Xu Zhaojiu still felt terrified when he thought about it, and couldn't help but babble for a long time, but Qinglu kept looking at the phone with his head down, ignoring her.
Qinglu was still a little short last year, but this year, when he is growing up, he has grown taller quickly. With the slender skeleton of a girl, Xu Zhaojiu is also thin, but I have to admit that every inch of Qinglu seems to be just right, no more, no less. , especially that face, was once jointly rated as a campus goddess by several schools.
She wanted Qinglu to take care of herself, but looking at her profile face and black temples, she was so addicted to admiring her that she forgot to speak.
Until Qinglu looked up, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising:
"Sister is going home today."
"Ah, the big cousin is coming back? It's not easy."
They are now in their second year of high school, and Song Pianjiao is already in their third year of high school. Song Piantao went to N country on behalf of the school to exchange for a year, and only occasionally returned to China, and then she would take the unified examination of senior three in China.
"Now come back, are you preparing for the exam?"
"Probably." After Qing Lu finished speaking, she looked out the window, the scenery outside the window was left behind by the passing car, and she was closer to her sister.
Qing Lu carefully trimmed his hair, and after thinking about it, he untied it again, letting it fall behind his back, only to be satisfied.
As soon as the car stopped, Qing Lu got out of the car and strode towards the house. Sister-in-law Xue took her schoolbag at the door, Qing Lu looked around and saw the person she was looking for on the sofa at a glance.
"Sister." She walked over quickly, stood behind Song Pian's sofa, and bent over to hug Song Pian, "You haven't been back for a long time."
"A long time?"
"Two months." Two months and three days.
Song Pian patted Qing Lu's hand to let her release herself, then turned around and talked to her with a smile:
"Okay, I'll stay for a while when I come back this time. I'll be at home until the end of the unified exam. You can see me when you get home."
Song Piantao's gentle and smiling voice was right next to her ears, but it seemed like it was coming through a layer of water, so she couldn't hear it clearly.
Qing Lu stared at Song Piantao in a daze, but after two months, Song Piantao seemed to have matured again, perhaps because she was wearing a caramel-colored jumpsuit, her hair was curled up and draped behind her charmingly, and her lips were A touch of water red, reflecting the white porcelain-like skin, is dazzlingly beautiful.
Like a first-ripening fruit, it has a very different style from the youthful middle school students.
Xu Zhaojiu, who was left behind by Qinglu, came in: "Wow, cousin, you are so beautiful!"
"Huh? Your cousin was not good-looking before?"
"It used to be beautiful, but now it's different."
Zeng Qing smiled and asked, "Which is it now?"
Xu Zhaojiu said with certainty: "Now it's beautiful and heart-warming. It's the kind of gentle goddess big sister who makes junior high school boys want to confess when they see it."
"Nonsense again." Song Pian glanced at her, and burst out laughing.
Bang, bang, bang, Qinglu looked at her face quietly, her heart beating like a drum, and a bang sounded, covering most of their chatting voices.
She pressed her heart lightly, and there was a bit of bewilderment in her eyes that her heartbeat was out of control, and the secret joy of her new birth.
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At first, she was puzzled, even panicked, why she liked Song Piantao, her sister. She sat in front of the desk and pondered hard to no avail. She lowered her head again, and the competition questions were written all over the place, like playful little butterflies.
The feeling of her heartbeat couldn't deceive anyone. Qinglu gradually accepted herself and her little-known thoughts. They grew wild like fluffy grass in places where there was no light. She could no longer look directly at Song Piantao. , One more look, the heart beats fast.
After Song Pian came back, he held an 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. There were many guests that day, including business partners of the Song family, friends from life and life, as well as a group of classmates of Song Pianjiao.
Qing Lu was wearing the dress Song Piantao personally picked for her. Halfway through the banquet, she went back to the room to pick up the gift she had prepared for Song Piantao. When she came back with her skirt on, Song Piantao was walking out of a small terrace. There was a boy who stared at her back with a lost expression. Qinglu remembered him. Song Pianjiao's classmates were booing him, saying that he and Song Pianjiao were a good match.
It is self-evident what happened in the small terrace during the time when he was away.
Qinglu walked up to Song Pianjiao, handed the gift to Song Pianjiao, and said softly:
"Sister, happy coming of age ceremony."
"Thank you, what is it?" Song Pian smiled and tore off the dark green ribbon and opened the gift box, "Is it a butterfly brooch? It's very beautiful."
"Sister likes it." Song Pian naturally didn't notice when he lowered his head to look at the brooch. When Qinglu talked to her, his eyes were fixed on the male classmate whose confession was rejected.
Qing Lu opened his arms and hugged Song Pian. Her body was as long as a line, and now she was one meter sixty-five meters tall. Both of them were walking on high heels. Qinglu's heels were slightly higher, only a few centimeters shorter than Song Pian's. This hug looked extremely intimate.
Song Piantao hugged her back naturally, and she seemed to have discovered the height problem of the two people:
"My Qinglu grew up in a blink of an eye, and my sister is looking forward to your coming-of-age ceremony."
"I am looking forward too."
She wants to grow up, faster, faster.
Qing Lu's chin rested on Song Pian's clean shoulders, and stared at the boy with a heavy gaze. His eyes were filled with endless possessiveness, and even brought out a bit of gloom and violence.
The other party didn't know whether he saw it or not, but he seemed to understand that he shouldn't be here, and quickly left along the wall.
The coming-of-age ceremony is just a card point in this long secret crush.
During the time Song Piantao was preparing for the unified exam at home, Qinglu finally reunited with Xu Zhaojiu in his studies, and the thing he most looked forward to was school.
After school, I was able to eat the cakes made by Song Piantao himself. After so many years, Qinglu’s favorite was the butterfly cake. Song Piantao always scratched his nose and said, I didn’t expect my Qinglu to be so nostalgic.
In the evening, you can take a walk by the lake with Song Pian, and the pink and orange sunset glow covers the pale blue sky.
Before going to bed, you can say good night to each other, her room is next to Song Piantao, and you can see each other on the small balcony, so Qinglu likes to watch the stars on the small balcony, waiting secretly, looking forward to Song Piantao's accidental attention—
Just like when she first arrived at Song's house and Song Piangan would occasionally see Qinglu waiting for her next to her, Song Piangan would bring her computer to the table on the small balcony, and Qinglu would be in the cool evening breeze while dealing with unread books. Mail, browse information. Qinglu looked at the stars and the moon by the side, and when the moon fell in the sky, it became Song Pianqiao.
Later, it would be Qinglu's time alone. The blackout curtains were pulled tightly, the night in the room was thick, Qing Lu hid under the quilt, her eyelashes swept across the quilt, mouth shape, and silently called her name.
Song Pian, Song Pian, Song Pian.
It was the best person for her, the person she wanted to be, and the person she liked for the first time.
Until Song Pianjiao's unified examination was over and he left home for a new school, Qinglu would still hide at night, calling out to Song Pianjiao.
But at this time, Song Piantao was no longer at home, so she couldn't get up to see each other again, it might take a few months or even half a year to see each other.
The feelings that had been bred for several months were poured down by the cold water from the distance, drifted and settled down, mixed with sour bitterness, and became a more solid existence.
Qinglu took this feeling properly, put it in his heart, and walked step by step along the road to Song Piandao.
Song Pianjiao is very good, like the most dazzling jewel in the crown, and she can't be too bad - she looks forward to hearing from others that she and Song Pianjiao are a good match.
Or, without being told, she doesn't care about other people, she just wants Song Piantao to admit it. She wanted to be seen by Song Piantao in another identity.
Qinglu, who had not yet reached the threshold of adulthood, walked towards Song Pianda step by step with a slightly immature expression.
Her studies are excellent, and she has participated in various international competitions and won good rankings. Even because of these shining flash points, the school was dubbed the "genius girl" gimmick.
In the aristocratic family circle, everyone knew that there was a very good girl in the Song family, and she was the closest younger sister brought by the eldest Miss Song family.
Even Xu Zhaojiu came over and told Qinglu that she had set up a child from another family now, and no one was embarrassed to stand next to Qinglu except herself. She asked Qinglu to cherish their friendship and remember that after submitting the papers in advance for the next exam. Give her the answer.
But time was beautiful and cruel, Song Pian never stopped when Qinglu was advancing.
Qinglu came to the Song family at the age of 8. He was childish and didn't understand anything. Song Pian was 14 years old that year. At the beginning, she had a ladylike demeanor, and she was a slender young lady.
Qinglu entered the second year of junior high school when she was 12 years old. The girl stretched out like a bud. Song Piantao was 18 years old that year. He held a coming-of-age ceremony. He graduated from high school and entered the university. He took a position in the Song family subsidiary and gradually became familiar with the business.
Qinglu graduated from high school at the age of 16 and got the highly anticipated number one in the unified examination, which was even better than Song Pianjiao. On the day the results came out, Song Pianjiao came back from out of town to congratulate her. Qinglu was very happy and got up the next day. Only then did he learn that Song Pianjiao had left in a hurry at 3 am.
Song Piantao was 22 years old that year, graduated from college, and officially entered the Song family industry. She stepped on high heels, wore delicate makeup, and took a low-key commercial vehicle to enter and exit major companies and groups, becoming a respected and feared "Little President Song".
There seems to be a gap between the two.
The 16-year-old Qinglu has just broken away from the pure "high school student" status and moved to the wider world of university, where he has more possibilities. At this time, Song Pianjiao successfully graduated from the small society of the university and entered the real society.
Sometimes, Qinglu would hate this just right age difference, so that when she was about to catch up with Song Piantai, she would always be left behind by Song Piantai.
Song Pian will never stop.
Qinglu chased after her, from the age of 12 to the current age of 18, for six years, she stepped on Song Pian's shadow left in the gap of time and walked forward little by little.
The only one who knew her thoughts was Xu Zhaojiu, who grew up together, or Qinglu accidentally showed her tricks and was pinned down on the spot by the rare and clever Xu Zhaojiu. Xu Zhaojiu just asked a question casually, and Qinglu, who was always as calm and steady as Song Pianto, became confused.
Later, after Xu Zhaojiu and Qinglu's friend Ling Yi got together, this matter became the secret of the three of them.
Xu Zhaojiu urged Qinglu to confess to Song Pian at her coming-of-age ceremony:
"Isn't the moment of the coming-of-age ceremony very good, it will arrive in two months - one of you is my favorite big cousin, and the other is my favorite little sister Lu. Although I want to have all of them, you can't delay like this. It's been six years, and you've gone from the second year of the junior year to the second year of the sophomore year. My sister and I are so distressed. Besides, what if it happens? "
Ling Yi glanced at her from the side: "Scumbag."
"I'm not, don't talk nonsense without you."
Qing Lu hugged his knees and took a sip of beer.
Confess.
She was a little moved.
She wanted to cut open her heart desperately to show Song Piantao.
A month later, before the coming-of-age ceremony, news came that Song Piantao was going to marry Zhuo Ming.
Zeng Qing himself said, "Your sister won't come back for dinner today. She went to see the brother of Zhuo's family. If it goes well, you will have a brother-in-law in the future."
Qing Lu shook his hand, and the chopsticks fell to the table with a bang.
Xu Zhaojiu happened to be eating at the Song family again. She was very scared at the time. Even if she didn't understand company affairs, she knew about the Zhuo family. It was a family that worked closely with the Song family in various fields. Resources in the field of biotechnology.
Zhuo Ming is also a famous young talent. Xu Zhaojiu has met him several times. He is a very gentle and good-tempered brother.
In general, the Song family—no, is a big cousin who is obsessed with her career. She has a great possibility of marrying each other along the way.
What Xu Zhaojiu knew, Qinglu would not be ignorant. Since Qinglu entered the university, he followed the tutor to start the dissertation in advance, and at the same time, he was also paying close attention to the movements of the Song family.
Xu Zhaojiu looked worriedly at the adults in the seat who didn't realize it, and then looked at Qinglu, who had not said a word since then, his heart was broken.
After eating, Xu Zhaojiu was left by Zeng Qing to say a few words, and when he went to Qinglu again, the other party had disappeared.
She went to ask Uncle Zhong, only to know that Qinglu drove out after dinner.
Xu Zhaojiu called worriedly, but no one answered. She talked to Ling Yi about it again, Ling Yi thought about it and said, "What can we do? Would you like to pay attention to the traffic accident news tonight?"
"Hurry up and shut up." Xu Zhaojiu hung up the video angrily, and his shoulders collapsed.
Ling Yi was right, these two outsiders couldn't do anything.
Xu Zhaojiu stumbled on the sofa and waited all night. To be precise, he waited for two hours and slept soundly in the back, only to be woken up by Qinglu in the early morning:
"Xu Zhaojiu, get up and go back to your room to sleep."
Xu Zhaojiu stood up honestly with the pillow in his arms, rubbed his eyes halfway through the stairs, remembered and looked back:
"Qinglu? You're back."
"Um."
"you… "
"I'm fine."
Qing Lu had his hands in his pockets, and half of his face was hidden in the big hood of his hoodie. Xu Zhaojiu couldn't see her expression clearly, so he had to say hello.
Seeing Qinglu going upstairs, she reminded in a low voice, "That... eldest cousin didn't come back last night."
"I know, she's in the company."
How did you know? Xu Zhao's words came to his lips and swallowed, Qinglu must have gone to the company of the eldest cousin to wait.
Too bad.
Xu Zhaojiu felt like he was BEing on the spot when he knocked the cp, and his heart was broken. She has a tragic mood that she wants to leave a whole corpse when she dies, and she wants to get to the bottom of her BE:
"What did you say?"
Qinglu raised his head.
What did you say. Said a lot.
Song Piantao's Zhuo Ming was very good, at least, she showed her attitude that she would not reject contact with each other.
Qinglu didn't think that Song Piangan would be with Zhuo Ming, get engaged, and get married in a blink of an eye, but she suddenly realized that Song Piangan would bring this matter to her well-organized schedule sooner or later, and the candidates on the list would , will not have her.
There will be no woman who is 6 years younger than her, who she has always regarded as her sister.
Xu Zhaojiu was still waiting for her answer, Qinglu thought for a while and whispered:
"I asked my sister for a present."
"Eh?"
"Mitzvah gift."
Mitzvah gift.
The word rushed into Song Pian's mind like a meteor, and it exploded into a nebula.
Song Piantao felt like an ice cube put in hot water, and it began to melt rapidly.
The lightning of spring, the study of late autumn, non-existent asteroids and obscure characters passed before her eyes. She passed through the endless darkness, brushing different substances and images, she did not know whether those were true or not, but she knew that she existed.
"The operation of machine A has ended."
"Welcome back, Miss Song."
Song Pian opened her eyes, and in front of her was a woman's face, with erect facial features, deep eye sockets, shoulder-length short hair, and a cold and indifferent voice.
Another woman hid behind her, stuck her head out, and greeted Song Pian in a very low voice:
"Big cousin..."
Song Piantao's consciousness slowly settled, she took a deep breath, and sat up from the silver-white cabin, her voice still calm:
"Xu Zhaojiu."
"I'm here..." Xu Zhaojiu replied tremblingly, only when Song Pian called out his name, and his tears came out.
Song Pian looked at 01—it should be said that she thought 01:
"Are you Ling Yi?"
Ling Yi bowed slightly: "Miss Song, it's the first time we meet."
"Xu Zhaojiu, are you 09?"
"I'm... eldest cousin, don't call me my full name, I'm so scared woo woo woo."
"Don't cry, it's noisy."
Xu Zhaojiu's pretentious cry stopped abruptly, and he didn't dare to speak again.
Song Pian tapped his forehead.
"Where's Qinglu?"
"She... hasn't woken up yet."
After waking up from the cabin, Song Pianhao already understood what was going on.
She remembered that on the night she met Zhuo Ming, Qinglu suddenly appeared in her company. Qinglu never disturbed her work, and he would tell her before coming, which surprised Song Piantao that day.
Qinglu didn't seem to be in high mood, and it didn't get better after a few chats. Song Pianjiao said that he wanted to give Qinglu a coming-of-age gift, and asked Qinglu what he wanted to make his children happy.
Qinglu said that she wanted Song Piangan to accompany her on a trip, along with Xu Zhaojiu and Xu Zhaojiu's girlfriend Ling Yi, and she would arrange the rest, Song Piangan would just spare time.
Song Piantao hadn't had a vacation for a long time, thinking that it would be okay to take this opportunity to take a break, so she agreed to Qinglu.
But he never thought that what Qinglu called "travel" was such a trip.
She glanced at the terminal. From the day she lost consciousness, only a week had passed in the real world, and the trip that Qinglu told her was also a week. It was just right, just right.
Song Pian's expression turned colder.
She came to the No. B cabin in the next room. At this time, the cabin had not been opened, and she could not see Qinglu.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
Xu Zhaojiu did not dare to go forward, and poked Ling Yi to answer.
Ling Yi loosened his tie and said:
"First of all, I would like to introduce to Miss Song the project that I lead the research and development, Wujing. Wujing mainly focuses on small team mode participation games, you can understand it as... Extract and collect users' thoughts and memories, and conduct different simulations according to user requirements. ."
"Wujing is still in the final stage of internal testing and has not yet been released. When Qinglu found me, the request was to extract all her and your memories as well as a large number of her thought particles, and build this game field based on her as the main body."
"Qinglu's purpose is to test whether you will be attracted to her in the face of different age periods and different physiological states after breaking away from the fixed status of 'sister'."
"You can understand that this is a game she made for you."
"You are the game producer, she is the material, isn't she?" Song Pian's voice was calm, "Go on."
Ling Yi paused and spoke faster: "Unlike her, when you participate, you only need to extract part of your thoughts, so you can exit very quickly and easily. At this stage of the internal test, we can ensure your safety."
"For Qinglu, the long-term loading will cause a great load on her spirit, so in the game, I have appeared many times to urge you to complete the task as soon as possible, otherwise, it is very likely to cause irreversible damage to Qinglu."
Ling Yi stopped when she said this. Another reason she didn't say was that Qing Lu said before entering the cabin: "Remember to wake us up on time, otherwise my sister runs out of vacation and disrupts her work schedule. She will Not happy."
Ling Yi glanced at the cabin, and then said: "... Regarding the project of Qinglu Experience, we have not yet obtained specific and reliable data. At present, the situation is unknown."
Song Pian tapped the cabin of aircraft B: "That is to say, you are equivalent to using Qinglu as an experiment to collect internal test data?"
Song Piantao was clearly wearing a warm camel-colored coat, but at this time, her aura was like falling snow and cold winter. It looked light and beautiful, but it was actually heavy and cold. When Ling Yi met her like this, she couldn't help but avoid her, saying:
"Qinglu brought an accident release letter when he came to me."
"I'm her friend, Miss Song." She didn't want to agree either, Ling Yi sighed softly, "She said, I don't agree with her going to other companies, there are three or four similar projects in the research and development stage, and I'm the most accomplished. Leave my friends to them and stay with me."
Song Piantao looked at Ling Yi, who was arrogant and confident in front of her. She only heard that Xu Zhaojiu had a girlfriend named Ling Yi in the past six months, and she was also a friend of Qinglu, but she had never seen him. I saw it today, but unfortunately this meeting was not a pleasant one.
She turned her eyes to Xu Zhaojiu, and Xu Zhaojiu explained without waiting for her to ask:
"I don't know, eldest cousin, you and Xiao Lu have both entered the instrument before Ling Yi told me what's going on and asked me to help them. I had to hide it from me before. If I knew that Xiao Lu would do such a dangerous thing Even if I help her confess to you face to face, I won't watch her lie down even if you beat her up."
"… "
Since waking up, everything has been mixed up, and Song Pian's mind is like vines intertwined, and her eyes fall on the No. B cabin, which has no sign of opening.
The spark that had just ignited in my heart slowly solidified in my heart when I saw Qinglu, who had not woken up, and could not come out.
The personal terminal rang, Song Pian looked down and saw that it was Zhuo Ming.
"I'll take a call."
Song Pian came to the corridor, looked out the window at the neat garden, and answered Zhuo Ming's call.
"Hello, Song Pianjiao."
"Still so polite." Zhuo Ming smiled, "Have Miss Song's dance partner been decided for the Feng family's dinner three days later? Do I have this honor?"
After a few meals together, it was certainly a sign of further engagement.
Song Pian closed her eyes, suppressed her thoughts, and sighed softly:
"Feel sorry."
Xu Zhaojiu stood close and saw the word Zhuo Ming on the terminal. After Song Pian stepped out, she asked Ling Yi in a low voice:
"Is it really done? Why do I think the eldest cousin is just angry? It seems that she doesn't like Xiao Lu."
Ling Yi put his pocket in his pocket, looked at the direction Song Pian was leaving, and said lightly:
"In the four scenes, Miss Song has signs of heartbeat." She said it euphemistically, but by the end, Song Pianguan had regarded Qinglu as her true lover.
"I was put together by my most beloved sister who was raised by myself and my current lover, but the other party is willing to go all out to prepare for losing her life for her own sake. Miss Song is very complicated right now."
"..." Xu Zhaojiu thought for a while, and had to sigh, "But I still want Xiao Lu to wake up soon. If she wakes up, she will be happy."
"It turns out that the eldest cousin likes her, no matter what she looks like."
Ling Yi was silent for a while.
"She probably won't wake up either."
"-what?!"
"What does this mean?" Song Pian was standing at the door, his eyes instantly fierce.
Ling Yi opened his mouth and said:
"Ms. Song may have also discovered that the rhythm of this game is essentially dominated by Qinglu. Xiaojiu and I only invested part of the ideas, and I created the two 'new humans' based on our prototypes as a system display image, and we helped by the side. ."
"The series of tasks released by the system are all manifestations of her own subconscious. I only interfere with the duration of the dungeon to prevent Qinglu from being harmed."
"In addition, she in the small world you experience is also the embodiment of her own consciousness."
"Combining the above two points, Miss Song, do you still remember the last mission you performed? Qinglu asked you to kill her when your relationship reached its peak."
When Ling Yi said this, she couldn't bear to say it anymore, but she felt that she should go on and let Song Piantao know.
"Qinglu is subconsciously pessimistic about this relationship. She believes that at the end of the game, you have reached the most complete and happy moment. She chose to die in your hands and put everything at the highest level."
"That is to say, she feels that after returning to reality... you may not choose. Then for her, it may not be necessary to return to reality."
"Also, that is to say... Qinglu may... I don't want to wake up?" Xu Zhaojiu's voice trembled, his eyes blinked, and tears came down.
"It's all speculation on my part..."
The day Song Piantao got out of the game, Ling Yi's guess gradually became a reality.
In the internal test, the longest record for a user to leave the cabin was three days, and Qinglu had been in the cabin for half a month.
Everything is in good condition, the vital test indicators are completely normal, and the nutrient solution is absorbed normally, that is, the person never wakes up.
Qinglu didn't want to wake up.
One month is enough for what? Song Piantao felt that a month was too short, not enough time for her team to complete a large-scale plan. After a busy day, looking back, a month passed quietly.
But the month that Qinglu was sleeping in the cabin seemed to be extraordinarily long.
Song Piantao was very angry at first, she didn't understand why Qinglu did this, why didn't she tell her directly. She asked her best friend this question, and her friend looked at her with affectionate eyes like a fool: "Don't you think of others as your sister, you are such a serious person, if she confesses, will you agree or run away overnight? Say?"
Song Pian was speechless when she heard it.
She is indeed such a person. She has divided other people into grids at the beginning of her acquaintance. Relatives are relatives, friends are friends, and lovers are - this has never appeared before.
She has regarded her as her younger sister since the first time she saw Qinglu, and it has not changed over the years. Even though Qinglu has grown up now, his height is not inferior to him, and he has begun to show a woman's style, Song Pianjiao has never thought about it, and is almost certain that he will reject the other party's "overstepping" behavior.
She was paranoid and enthusiastic, which made Song Pian palpitate and had to admit that she was ignited by her.
Song Piantao lost sleep almost every night.
Although Qinglu had no blood relationship with her, she was taught by her and had been with her the longest. Even Xu Zhaojiu, who always ran to Song's house, was behind her.
Song Pianjiao was almost used to having Qinglu's company in Song's house. At first, she was a little radish, sitting on the carpet obediently watching herself. Later, it was a beautiful young girl. When she returned to Song's house, she was always the first to pick her up, with stars in her eyes.
When the incomparably real world overlaps with reality, everything becomes bizarre. After the initial anger is suppressed, Song Pianjiao always thinks of Qinglu in the game, and sometimes even thinks of it—
When Qinglu grew up in this world, who would he be more like? Lin Qinglu? Feng Yuexian? Or Nie Lingbo?
Thinking about it carefully, the ages of these three are all staggered. Could it be that they are like Feng Yuexian first, then Lin Qinglu, and finally Nie Lingbo?
For the first time, Song Piantao realized that he still had such a whimsical idea.
But seriously, it shouldn't be like anyone.
Qinglu is Qinglu, and she will live out her own style in this world.
She is a well-known talented girl who has followed her mentor in her professional field. She is a star destined to shine in the future, and... is her future lover.
On the day of Qinglu's coming-of-age ceremony, Song Pian threw off the shareholders meeting and went to see her.
She put the birthday cake she made by herself on the small table aside, feeling like she came to visit the patient's family for no reason.
Fortunately, there is no smell of the ubiquitous disinfectant on the nose, and it is dry and refreshing. Song Pian opened the window to let in more sunlight in the autumn.
She held up her hands and told Qinglu what she had done recently.
"I've made it clear to Zhuo Ming that the marriage is over."
Even if Qinglu was not in a coma, Song Piangan would not continue discussing marriage and cooperation with Zhuo Ming. She already has someone else's figure in her heart, so she won't feel wronged. Marriage is just the icing on the cake, it is not a necessary means, and there is no need to insist.
"Your coming-of-age ceremony has been canceled. Everyone is asking you about who you are. I said that you went abroad on a whim." Song Pian pointed to the small cake, "Your banquet has become a cake, if you don't get up to eat it again, After today, I can't even eat cake."
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Song Piantao said a lot, and her mouth was dry. She picked up the cup and drank some water, wondering if it really worked.
According to her idea, people should be moved to the hospital together with the cabin. But Ling Yi insisted that when dealing with gamers whose subconscious is unwilling to wake up, they should wake up the other party's desire to survive as if they were in a vegetative state.
Xu Zhaojiu nodded desperately beside her. Her basis was that she acted like this in TV dramas, which must be justified.
Song Piantao was indifferent to what the little cousin said, but Ling Yi was the game architect, so she had to refer to the other party's "awakening plan".
Moreover, Qinglu's physiological state is now intact, and there is still room for experimentation.
But Song Piangan had already said so much, and the news that "Qinglu wanted to hear the most" in Xu Zhaojiu's mouth was not the first sentence, but Qinglu hadn't woken up yet, and she couldn't help but feel a faint fear in her heart. .
The hospital is the last resort, but if the hospital is useless, if Qinglu really won't wake up...
The silent room was filled with the yellow light of autumn.
Song Piantao's sanity was crushed and shattered a little bit. I don't know when, the gleam of sunlight in her eyes turned into a little water, falling from her eyes.
Her heart was filled with dense sadness, and she whispered:
"Do you want to be with me?"
This voice was very low, like a sigh, quietly melting into the autumn sun.
After a moment of emotional leakage, Song Piantao armed herself with reason again. She cleared up her expression and stood up to open the cake box.
Language is useless, so what about food?
Song Pianjiao remembered the first Lin Qinglu who was attracted to Butterfly Pastry from a few meters away in the world, and suddenly felt that she could make some Butterfly Pastry to give it a try next time...
"… want."
The cake box Song Pian just picked up fell back to the table.
She trembled in her heart, turned her head back immediately, and the tail of her hair jumped lightly in the air.
The cabin opened silently, Qing Lu rubbed his forehead and slowly stood up from the cabin.
The black hair poured down behind her, and the reddish-brown pupils were filled with honey-like autumn light. She looked at Song Piantao, her tone was firm, and she seemed to be coquettish:
"To be with my sister."
The branches outside the window rustled, shaking off the ground in autumn.
The sweet and creamy flavor of the cake melts in the wind quietly with the gentle fall.
The author has something to say:
Qinglu, the green road. "Anthology of Works: Yan Yanzhi": "The sun lingers in the stomach, and the moon orbits the Qinglu." Lu Xiang's note: "The Qinglu is also the East Road. Yan Lichun and the Spring Equinox move from the east
Dao, words and deeds are here. "
Another meaning of the East, spring.