Chapter 305

"Qingyu..." approaching the bedside, Yang Zhao forced himself to bring a smile and said, "are you hungry? I'll get something to eat."

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu turned his head, looked at the red in his eyes, raised his head, kissed him gently, and said, "it's not your fault, just give me some time, just give me some time."

"Qingyu, I'd rather you vent on me," Yang Zhao raised his head slightly, Avenue: "I'd rather you blame me and scold me, saying why you lost Yan San because I came back to Dazhou. I'd rather you beat me and scold me, rather than... Or become your shackles and burden, and the reason why you bear it alone. If my existence really becomes your shackle, Zhao would rather disappear now. At least, you can cry loudly, be heartbroken, and do anything recklessly. ”

Ling Qingyu was stunned. Seeing Yang Zhao slowly untie his robe, he said, "Qingyu, don't blame yourself any more. Everything is Zhao's fault, because Zhao you can't abandon Dazhou, because Zhao you can't disclose your relationship with Yan San, because Zhao you force yourself to do things you don't want to do." looking at the tears rolling slowly from the corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao bowed his head and kissed the tears, Whispered: "so punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, we must severely punish Zhao." He held Ling Qingyu's hand and grabbed his little brother under his body. With a strong grip, his whole body shook with pain, but he still smiled and said, "let's vent all your anger."

The door of the room was closed tightly, and there was a small sound coming out. Yan Qi listened to it for a while, and waved to everyone to avoid being disturbed by anyone. He also sat on the corner away from the main house.

The early morning sun came in through the window and scattered bits of light in the room.

Ling Qingyu raised her head to cover her eyes, then blinked and opened her eyes. She heard a thin breath in her ears, turned her head, and saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.

Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by eyelashes for a while, slowly moved his eyes down, and his heart jumped when he saw a purple black mark on his neck. Yesterday's memory slowly floated to his heart, propped up his body with his arms, and the thin quilt fell from the two people's bodies, revealing his body.

Ling Qingyu gently scratched his fingers over those scars and remembered how he irritated himself yesterday, letting himself vent his anger like a bitch, those resentments and complaints accumulated in the depths of his heart that he didn't dare to face up to, those real thoughts pressed in the bottom of his heart in order to show his kindness and compassion, in fact, he also complained. Why should he make himself so embarrassed for others? Isn't it good to just be outside? Relying on their own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can we not be landowners? With Yan San as a close lover, why do you have to work hard to plan these rotten things of Da Zhou? No complaints? No complaints? Why not? It's just that these little demons have been suppressed by themselves. It's really hypocritical!

But he knew all these things. He knew that he could not resist these thoughts at the bottom of his heart. He knew that what he could not get through was actually his own level. If I made a hard choice, how could I lose Yan San? So he used this method to break everything.

Fingers crossed the strangulation mark between his neck. When she was provoked by the anger in her heart, she shouted with his words because of you. When she really tried to strangle the belt, his eyes were so clear that there was no complaint, so quiet that there was no struggle for her to tighten the belt.

If Zhao's disappearance can make you happy, then let Zhao disappear

How can I forget that it is this man's love that makes me get the initial affirmation in this world, the heart of no return, the lonely heart, the heart of being hurt and abandoned and thus sad and desolate, is this man's little comfort, so that I can slowly open my heart and begin to accept the world, and he has never been far away, and has always been here, silently exhausting everything to protect myself, such a man, Why should I doubt my love for him.

Since you have chosen the way, don't regret, don't hesitate, since you love, don't regret, don't doubt.

Ling Qingyu reached out to untie the rope on Yang Zhao's hand. Her arm crossed Yang Zhao's body. Yang Zhao's eyes blinked and slowly opened, quietly looking at Ling Qingyu.

After undoing his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao's eyes with a Wang of clear water. There was only one emotion in them, which even Ling Qingyu, who had never understood others' eyes, could see. He was deeply in love, as if he had no self... Love.

"What about this trace?" Ling Qingyu touched his neck and frowned.

There was no struggle and self loathing in her eyes, with a naughty smile, clear and moving. Yang Zhao smiled slowly, raised his already stiff hand, stroked her cheek, and said, "I love you..."

"Yes, yes, I love you too, but what about this?" Ling Qingyu touched the purple black trace and said.

Such a deep impression, if he didn't wake up at that time, I'm afraid he would really be strangled? This dead brain!

"No one dares to say anything, it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao laughed.

Yang Zhao's neck is slender, and he doesn't wear armor. He is just wearing a summer gown. The purple black circle mark is extremely prominent on the white neck. He holds Ling Qingyu out to eat like nobody else, and tells Li yanmu, gaoliugu City, to return to Yun Yin Tingan. They stay behind, arrange precautions, and don't look wrong.

Ling Qingyu was not so cheeky. Seeing all kinds of questions, she was surprised and shocked. She immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed from time to time that the weather was good today.

It's hard to escape those increasingly hot eyes. Ling Qingyu asked Su Mu to take out the paper and pen. Well, all the shadows were injured and died. Now Su Mu took the position of personal service, and even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi couldn't get in.

Do you see me or not

I'm right there, not sad or happy

Do you read me or not

auzw. Love is there. Come or go. Www. 68mn

Do you love me or not

Love is there. It doesn't increase or decrease

Are you with me or not

My hand is in your hand

Come to my arms

Or let me live in your heart

Silent love silent like

After writing, Ling Qingyu said to Su mu, "come on, Su mu, I'll teach you to sing this song."

Alan took the paper and read it gently. Then he looked at her with strange eyes and said, "did you write it?"

"How can I have this talent? Is it possible?" Ling Qingyu glanced sideways at her and said, "it was written by a Tubo master." Looking at the next day, it's over. At this time, cangyang Jiacuo hasn't been born yet.

"I can't write it even if I miss you." Alan bowed his head again and read it several times. He was stunned and said, "good poem."

Ling Qingyu sang to Su Mu first, then listened to Su Mu hum, pointed out the wrong tone, and then said to Alan, "of course, it's a good poem, which has moved many generations."

Summo sang several times and then opened his mouth.

He was sixteen years old, and after the voice changing period, his voice was clear and heavy. This song sang in a bend and three turns, and suddenly the yard was quiet. Only his gentle voice was singing, silently in love and silently in love.

Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu, who was stunned. A faint smile of joy spread out at the corners of his mouth. Although the pain in his body was still there, and his throat was hoarse and painful, he felt joy and happiness from his heart. Yes, whether you love me or not, love is there, no increase or decrease, you follow me, or don't follow me, my hand is in your hand, don't give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, silent love, silent love.

"You broke the rules!" Alan slapped Ling Qingyu's head, glanced at the men's expressions in the yard, and said, "if you want to teach, teach a happier one!"

"Cheerful?" Ling Qingyu frowned and said, "let me see, I really can't remember all the complicated lyrics." Do you want to sing that brother bird in Jiangnan?

Ye Xi sat on the roof two yards apart, listened carefully to the song coming from the yard, silently recited the music in his heart, and silently recited the word several times.

"I said," Alan Fu's ear asked beside 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 think of song again. Come on, Su mu, 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 Su Mu to sing, Alan knocked her on the head, but again, it was also love songs.

They were fighting here and there, and Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, there was really no way, so they moved to the side yard to explain the matter.

"General, what did you do?" Li Yanshi couldn't help asking.

Yang Zhao touched his neck and said seriously, "it's just some boudoir fun."

His eyes fell all over the floor.

The good head of the family!

Meng Su unconsciously touched his neck.