Chapter 273

Xi muyao added chopsticks, put them in Lu Qingli's bowl and said in a low voice, "still thinking about what happened just now? You say, think of a person, think of who? "

Lu Qingli poked the rice in the bowl with chopsticks, pressed his lower lip tightly, and tears fell into the bowl.

Xi muyao quickly put down his chopsticks and took out some paper to wipe Lu Qingli's tears. There was some contradiction in his mind, which was not a good sign for him. In the past, he and Lu Qingli were mixed with a lot of deceit and disobedience. It should even be said that there is a trace of sweet sadness in their past. Too much too heavy bitterness and sorrow will be the weak sweet mercilessly diluted.

Lu Qingli shook his head, took the paper from Xi muyao's hand, wiped his tears and choked: "oak, his name is oak. I don't know... I don't know what he looks like, but the name just slipped through my mind and was firmly held by me. It's a man, oak must be a man, I don't know why, but consciously told me, this is very certain

Lu Qing kept wiping his tears, and the tears flooded a paper towel.

Oak... Not him. Xi muyao's heart is full of sour gas. He once saw the name of oak in Lu Qingli's diary.

Oak and kapok. Lu Qingli never said it clearly in his diary, but if he is as smart as he is, how can he not guess what he means?

Xi muyao unconsciously rolled up and down the Adam's apple, and his throat was dry with some pain. He pulled the corner of his mouth, forced out a smile, raised his hand in Lu Qingli's hair gently stroked twice, "good, don't cry. If you can't remember, just think about it. Isn't this the beginning of a turnaround? You're starting to remember the past

Lu Qingli nodded, but he didn't stop crying. "I don't want to cry," she said. But I can't stop... I don't know why. When I think of the name oak, it's like sadness sweeping all over the sky. Tears are out of my control... "

Xi muyao tightened his fingers. The paper in his hand was tightly grasped out of countless folds. He didn't want to listen any more. He felt that as long as he heard Lu Qingli say more, the already stiff smile on his face would never last.

He got up and went into the kitchen, turned on the tap, and brushed the skin on the back of his hands with cold water. He deeply spits out the turbid gas deposited in his chest, and then goes out of the kitchen again to sit beside Lu Qingli.

In silence, he gave Lu Qingli a dish and lowered his head to eat gracefully and slowly. The joy of sharing a meal with Lu Qingli was deeply interrupted. He didn't know what to eat, and the rice grains went into his mouth. He didn't even have the strength to chew.

Mingming doesn't want to hear Lu Qingli mention the name again, but he wants to know what happened between mu Wenshu and her? After Lu Qingli's amnesia, he thought that once he began to lie, we must use countless lies to make up for the loopholes in the last lie. The more you speak, the more skillful you are. The more you say it, the more you believe it.

Lu Qingli opened his eyes wide and frowned slightly, "what? Who's gone? "

Lu Qingli didn't believe her ears or Xi muyao's words. Her hand trembled slightly. She glanced at Xi muyao and looked away. She said with a smile, "stop talking nonsense. Who's gone. How do you know the oak tree. How do you know the oak is gone. Don't talk about it

The repetition of Lu Qingli's words shows that she is dubious of Xi muyao's words, but no matter whether it is true or not, Lu Qingli refuses to accept it.

"He had a car accident," Xi muyao got up and sat beside Lu Qingli, holding her shoulder. "He had left before he could get to the hospital."

Lu Qingli suddenly pushed him away, clenched his hand into a small fist, and hit Xi muyao's chest, tears streaming down his face, "impossible, you cheat me, you cheat me, you cheat me! I'm going to get out of here! "

Xi muyao raises his hand and takes her back to his arms. Regardless of Lu Qingli's struggle, he presses her in his arms“ I know, I know you can't take it for a while, but he's really gone. He's dead, and you have to accept that. "

"Wuwu..." Lu Qingli's strength of hitting his fist began to decrease. Her hands were against Xi muyao's chest, lying in his arms, sobbing, "impossible... How could he die? He said he would never leave me alone. He won't just die. "

Xi muyao didn't open his mouth. He just put his palm on Lu Qingli's back and patted it gently and regularly to appease Lu Qingli. At this time, the more he comforted Lu Qingli, the more he immersed himself in pain. When she's tired of crying, all her emotions will be released, and everything won't be so prickly.

In this way, Lu Qingli lay on Xi muyao's shoulder, from the beginning of the silent sobbing, to the back of the loud crying, and finally dry the tears, the voice gradually weakened.She shyly pushed away Xi muyao, took the paper and wiped her tears, waiting for her mood to calm down.

"Who are you?" Lu Qingli has calmed down, but it is quite different from his previous shyness. Her calm with sharp eyes, and calm tone, let Xi muyao have the illusion of a moment, Lu Qingli came back, she returned to the original lonely and lonely, do not eat people fireworks Lu Qingli.

After a moment of stupefaction, Xi muyao raised his eyes and looked into Lu Qingli's eyes. Word by word, he told her very seriously, "I'm your ex husband."

Lu Qingli was slightly stunned. She guessed that Xi muyao must have known her, otherwise those people would not have allowed her to stay here. No one will give in to another unknown person for no reason. However, she did not expect that Xi muyao said that he was her ex husband. She's married. What about oak trees? Did the oak leave before or after her wedding year? Why did she marry Xi muyao?

Because of this sentence, Lu Qingli immediately turned on a switch in his mind, and countless questions came one after another, which were left on the surface and needed to be answered.

Xi muyao raised his hand and put it down again. Now Lu Qingli can't just raise his hand to touch his head. Her whole body exudes more than strangers do not enter, no matter who, can not be close to the cold breath.

Lu Qingli felt that her throat began to dry. She picked up the glass on the tea table, poured a mouthful into her mouth, raised her hand and pinned the scattered hair back to her ears