"Qingyu..." Approaching the bed, Yang Zhao forced himself to put on a smile, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go get some food."
"Zhao," Ling Qingyu turned her head, looked at the redness in his eyes, raised her head and hooked his head down, kissed him lightly, and said, "I don't blame you, just give me some time, just give me some time."
"Qing Yu, I'd rather you vent to me." Yang Zhao raised his head slightly, and said, "I'd rather you blame me, scold me, and say why you lost Yan San just because I came back to Dazhou. I would rather you hit me and punish me than...nor be your shackles and burden, and be the reason why you suffer alone. If my existence really becomes your bondage, then Zhao Ning would rather disappear now, At least, you can cry loudly, be sad to your heart's content, and do anything without any scruples."
Ling Qingyu was taken aback, seeing Yang Zhao loosen his robe slowly, and said, "Qingyu, don't blame yourself anymore, blame Zhao for everything, because of Zhao you can't abandon Da Zhou, because of Zhao you can't disclose your The relationship with Yan San, because of Zhao, you forced yourself to do things you didn't want to do." Watching the tears slowly rolling down from the corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed away the teardrops, and said in a low voice "So punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, you must punish Zhao severely." He held Ling Qingyu's hand, grabbed the little brother under him, and squeezed it hard, causing his whole body to tremble in pain. , but still smiled and said: "Vent out all your anger."
The door of the room was closed tightly, and there were small voices coming from inside. After listening to it for a while, Yan Qi waved everyone away, not to be disturbed by anyone, and sat in a corner away from the main room.
The morning sun shone in through the window, casting a little light in the room.
Ling Qingyu raised his head to cover his eyes, then blinked and opened his eyes, hearing shallow breathing in his ears, turned his head, and saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.
Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by eyelashes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze down, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a purple-black mark on his neck, and when he looked further, he saw his arms twisted With his back behind his back, the memory of yesterday slowly came to his mind. He propped himself up with his arms, and the thin quilt slipped off from the two of them, revealing his body. There were streaks of purple bloodstains from the binding, and all kinds of traces spread all over the body.
Ling Qingyu lightly brushed those scars with his fingers, remembering how he irritated him yesterday, and let himself vent his anger like a shrew, those resentments and complaints accumulated deep in his heart that he dared not face up to, those in order to show himself The true thoughts suppressed in the bottom of my heart due to the kindness and compassion of others, in fact, I am also complaining, why should I make myself so embarrassed for others? Isn't it good to only be on the sidelines? Relying on my own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can I not be a landowner? With such a caring lover as Yan San, why bother to plan these bad things about Da Zhou? No complaints? No complaints? How could it not be, it's just that these little devils have been suppressed by me, what hypocrisy!
But he knows all of these, he knows these thoughts that he can't suppress in his heart, he knows that what he can't pass is actually his own test, if I make a tough choice, how can I lose Yan San, so he uses this method to fight Break everything up.
Fingers across the strangle marks on his neck, when she was aroused with anger from the bottom of her heart and shouted it was because of you following his words, when she really tried hard to strangle the belt, his eyes were actually clear Without any complaints, just so quietly without any struggle, let her tighten the belt more and more.
If Zhao disappears to make you happy, then let Zhao disappear...
How could I forget that it was the love of this man that gave me the initial affirmation in this world, the heart of nowhere to turn to, the heart of loneliness, the heart of being hurt and abandoned, which makes me sad and desolate, it is this man who always With a little bit of comfort, you can slowly open your heart and start to accept this world, and he has never been far away, and has always been here, silently using everything he has to protect himself, such a man, why do I have to go Doubt your love for him.
Now that you have chosen the path, don't regret it and don't hesitate. Since you love it, don't regret it and don't doubt it.
Ling Qingyu stretched out her hand to untie the rope on Yang Zhao's hand, her arms crossed Yang Zhao's body, Yang Zhao's eyes blinked and slowly opened, looking at Ling Qingyu quietly.
After untying his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao's eyes filled with clear water, and there was only one emotion in them, which was something that even people like Ling Qingyu, who had never been able to read other people's eyes, could understand. It can be seen that there is a deep love, as if there is no self... love.
"What about this mark?" Ling Qingyu frowned while touching his neck.
There was no struggle and self-loathing in her eyes, but a mischievous smile, clear and moving, Yang Zhao smiled slowly, raised his already stiff hand, stroked her cheek, and said: "I love you... "
"Yes yes yes, I love you too, but what about this?" Ling Qingyu touched the purple-black mark and said. With such a deep imprint, if I hadn't woken up at the time, I'm afraid I would have really strangled him to death, right? This deadhead!
"No one dares to say anything, it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao smiled.
Yang Zhao's neck was slender, he didn't wear any armor, he just wore a summer gown, and the purple-black circle mark was very conspicuous on that fair neck, he carried Ling Qingyu out to eat as if nothing had happened, and confessed to Li Yanmu of Gaoliu Valley City Gui Yun, Yin Ting'an and the others stayed behind, setting up defenses, and they didn't make a mistake in their eyes.
Ling Qingyu was not so thick-skinned anymore. When he saw all kinds of questions, he glanced over in surprise and shock. He immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed from time to time that the weather is good today.
Really unable to avoid those increasingly hot gazes, Ling Qingyu asked Su Mu to take out a pen and paper, well, all the shadows were injured and died, and now Su Mu has taken over the position of personal attendant without hesitation, even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi can't get in. hand.
you see me or not
I'm right there neither sad nor happy
do you miss me or not
love is there
do you love me or not
love is there
you follow me or not
My hand is in yours, never give up
come to my arms
or let me live in your heart
love silently love silently
After finishing writing, Ling Qingyu said to Sum: "Come on, Sum, I will teach you to sing this song."
Alan took the paper and read it lightly, then looked at her with weird eyes and said, "You wrote it?"
"How could I have this kind of talent? Is it possible?" Ling Qingyu glanced at her sideways, and said, "It was written by a Tubo master." Looking at the sky, it was over, and Tsangyang Gyatso had not yet been born at this time.
"I don't think you can write it." Alan bowed his head and read it a few times, and said in a daze, "Good poem."
Ling Qingyu sang to Su Mu first, then heard Sum hum, and then pointed out the wrong pronunciation, and then said to Alan: "Of course it is a good poem. How many generations have been touched."
After Summo sang a few times, he opened his mouth and sang.
He is sixteen years old, he has passed the period of changing his voice, and his voice is clear and thick. The song turned and turned three times, and suddenly the whole yard fell silent, only his melodious voice was singing a cappella, love each other silently, love each other silently .
Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu, who was dumbfounded, and a faint joyful smile unfolded at the corner of his mouth. Although the pain in his body was still there, and his throat was hoarse and sore, he felt joy and happiness from the bottom of his heart. Yes, do you love or If you don’t love me, love is right there, it doesn’t increase or decrease, you follow me, or you don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, don’t let it go, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently , silence like.
"You made a foul!" Alan slapped Ling Qingyu on the head, glanced at the expressions of the men in the yard, and said, "Teach me cheerfully!"
"Be more cheerful?" Ling Qingyu frowned, and said, "Let me think about it, I really can't remember the lyrics that are too complicated." Are you going to sing that bird brother Jiangnan
Ye Shishi sat on the roof two yards away, listened carefully to the singing coming from that yard, silented the music score in his heart, and silenced the words several times.
"I said," Alan asked next to Ling Qingyu, "how did that thing come from?"
Ling Qingyu looked at the direction of her little finger, patted her head and said, "Ah! I remembered the song again, come on, Sum, give me the paper."
After racking her brains, Ling Qingyu only wrote three songs, all of which were love songs. As soon as she taught Sum to sing, Alan would knock her on the head, but if she knocked again, what she knocked out was also a love song.
They were fighting and fighting, while Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, he really had no choice but to move to the side courtyard to explain the matter.
"General, how did you do this?" Li Yan couldn't help asking.
Yang Zhao touched his neck and said seriously, "It's just some boudoir fun."
The eyeballs fell all over the place.
It turns out that the head of the house is so good!
Meng Su unconsciously touched his neck.
"Qingyu..." Approaching the bed, Yang Zhao forced himself to put on a smile, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go get some food."
"Zhao," Ling Qingyu turned her head, looked at the redness in his eyes, raised her head and hooked his head down, kissed him lightly, and said, "I don't blame you, just give me some time, just give me some time."
"Qing Yu, I'd rather you vent to me." Yang Zhao raised his head slightly, and said, "I'd rather you blame me, scold me, and say why you lost Yan San just because I came back to Dazhou. I would rather you hit me and punish me than...nor be your shackles and burden, and be the reason why you suffer alone. If my existence really becomes your bondage, then Zhao Ning would rather disappear now, At least, you can cry loudly, be sad to your heart's content, and do anything without any scruples."
Ling Qingyu was taken aback, seeing Yang Zhao loosen his robe slowly, and said, "Qingyu, don't blame yourself anymore, blame Zhao for everything, because of Zhao you can't abandon Da Zhou, because of Zhao you can't disclose your The relationship with Yan San, because of Zhao, you forced yourself to do things you didn't want to do." Watching the tears slowly rolling down from the corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed away the teardrops, and said in a low voice "So punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, you must punish Zhao severely." He held Ling Qingyu's hand, grabbed the little brother under him, and squeezed it hard, causing his whole body to tremble in pain. , but still smiled and said: "Vent out all your anger."
The door of the room was closed tightly, and there were small voices coming from inside. After listening to it for a while, Yan Qi waved everyone away, not to be disturbed by anyone, and sat in a corner away from the main room.
The morning sun shone in through the window, casting a little light in the room.
Ling Qingyu raised his head to cover his eyes, then blinked and opened his eyes, hearing shallow breathing in his ears, turned his head, and saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.
Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by eyelashes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze down, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a purple-black mark on his neck, and when he looked further, he saw his arms twisted With his back behind his back, the memory of yesterday slowly came to his mind. He propped himself up with his arms, and the thin quilt slipped off from the two of them, revealing his body. There were streaks of purple bloodstains from the binding, and all kinds of traces spread all over the body.
Ling Qingyu lightly brushed those scars with his fingers, remembering how he irritated him yesterday, and let himself vent his anger like a shrew, those resentments and complaints accumulated deep in his heart that he dared not face up to, those in order to show himself The true thoughts suppressed in the bottom of my heart due to the kindness and compassion of others, in fact, I am also complaining, why should I make myself so embarrassed for others? Isn't it good to only be on the sidelines? Relying on my own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can I not be a landowner? With such a caring lover as Yan San, why bother to plan these bad things about Da Zhou? No complaints? No complaints? How could it not be, it's just that these little devils have been suppressed by me, what hypocrisy!
But he knows all of these, he knows these thoughts that he can't suppress in his heart, he knows that what he can't pass is actually his own test, if I make a tough choice, how can I lose Yan San, so he uses this method to fight Break everything up.
Fingers across the strangle marks on his neck, when she was aroused with anger from the bottom of her heart and shouted it was because of you following his words, when she really tried hard to strangle the belt, his eyes were actually clear Without any complaints, just so quietly without any struggle, let her tighten the belt more and more.
If Zhao disappears to make you happy, then let Zhao disappear...
How could I forget that it was the love of this man that gave me the initial affirmation in this world, the heart of nowhere to turn to, the heart of loneliness, the heart of being hurt and abandoned, which makes me sad and desolate, it is this man who always With a little bit of comfort, you can slowly open your heart and start to accept this world, and he has never been far away, and has always been here, silently using everything he has to protect himself, such a man, why do I have to go Doubt your love for him.
Now that you have chosen the path, don't regret it and don't hesitate. Since you love it, don't regret it and don't doubt it.
Ling Qingyu stretched out her hand to untie the rope on Yang Zhao's hand, her arms crossed Yang Zhao's body, Yang Zhao's eyes blinked and slowly opened, looking at Ling Qingyu quietly.
After untying his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao's eyes filled with clear water, and there was only one emotion in them, which was something that even people like Ling Qingyu, who had never been able to read other people's eyes, could understand. It can be seen that there is a deep love, as if there is no self... love.
"What about this mark?" Ling Qingyu frowned while touching his neck.
There was no struggle and self-loathing in her eyes, but a mischievous smile, clear and moving, Yang Zhao smiled slowly, raised his already stiff hand, stroked her cheek, and said: "I love you... "
"Yes yes yes, I love you too, but what about this?" Ling Qingyu touched the purple-black mark and said. With such a deep imprint, if I hadn't woken up at the time, I'm afraid I would have really strangled him to death, right? This deadhead!
"No one dares to say anything, it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao smiled.
Yang Zhao's neck was slender, he didn't wear any armor, he just wore a summer gown, and the purple-black circle mark was very conspicuous on that fair neck, he carried Ling Qingyu out to eat as if nothing had happened, and confessed to Li Yanmu of Gaoliu Valley City Gui Yun, Yin Ting'an and the others stayed behind, setting up defenses, and they didn't make a mistake in their eyes.
Ling Qingyu was not so thick-skinned anymore. When he saw all kinds of questions, he glanced over in surprise and shock. He immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed from time to time that the weather is good today.
Really unable to avoid those increasingly hot gazes, Ling Qingyu asked Su Mu to take out a pen and paper, well, all the shadows were injured and died, and now Su Mu has taken over the position of personal attendant without hesitation, even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi can't get in. hand.
you see me or not
I'm right there neither sad nor happy
do you miss me or not
love is there
do you love me or not
love is there
you follow me or not
My hand is in yours, never give up
come to my arms
or let me live in your heart
love silently love silently
After finishing writing, Ling Qingyu said to Sum: "Come on, Sum, I will teach you to sing this song."
Alan took the paper and read it lightly, then looked at her with weird eyes and said, "You wrote it?"
"How could I have this kind of talent? Is it possible?" Ling Qingyu glanced at her sideways, and said, "It was written by a Tubo master." Looking at the sky, it was over, and Tsangyang Gyatso had not yet been born at this time.
"I don't think you can write it." Alan bowed his head and read it a few times, and said in a daze, "Good poem."
Ling Qingyu sang to Su Mu first, then heard Sum hum, and then pointed out the wrong pronunciation, and then said to Alan: "Of course it is a good poem. How many generations have been touched."
After Summo sang a few times, he opened his mouth and sang.
He is sixteen years old, he has passed the period of changing his voice, and his voice is clear and thick. The song turned and turned three times, and suddenly the whole yard fell silent, only his melodious voice was singing a cappella, love each other silently, love each other silently .
Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu, who was dumbfounded, and a faint joyful smile unfolded at the corner of his mouth. Although the pain in his body was still there, and his throat was hoarse and sore, he felt joy and happiness from the bottom of his heart. Yes, do you love or If you don’t love me, love is right there, it doesn’t increase or decrease, you follow me, or you don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, don’t let it go, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently , silence like.
"You made a foul!" Alan slapped Ling Qingyu on the head, glanced at the expressions of the men in the yard, and said, "Teach me cheerfully!"
"Be more cheerful?" Ling Qingyu frowned, and said, "Let me think about it, I really can't remember the lyrics that are too complicated." Are you going to sing that bird brother Jiangnan
Ye Shishi sat on the roof two yards away, listened carefully to the singing coming from that yard, silented the music score in his heart, and silenced the words several times.
"I said," Alan asked next to Ling Qingyu, "how did that thing come from?"
Ling Qingyu looked at the direction of her little finger, patted her head and said, "Ah! I remembered the song again, come on, Sum, give me the paper."
After racking her brains, Ling Qingyu only wrote three songs, all of which were love songs. As soon as she taught Sum to sing, Alan would knock her on the head, but if she knocked again, what she knocked out was also a love song.
They were fighting and fighting, while Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, he really had no choice but to move to the side courtyard to explain the matter.
"General, how did you do this?" Li Yan couldn't help asking.
Yang Zhao touched his neck and said seriously, "It's just some boudoir fun."
The eyeballs fell all over the place.
It turns out that the head of the house is so good!
Meng Su unconsciously touched his neck.