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Tomorrow?

She can't wait to leave him, even more than one day, are stingy to him?

Hehe, hehe!

He took back his hand, he wanted to laugh, especially wanted to laugh, but why the radian of the corners of his mouth was obviously up, but the fundus of his eyes was sour. What liquid was in it, shaking and shaking.

In her ear was her soft, carefully sounding voice, "Sheng You Ting..."

He took a deep breath, wiped his face, got out of bed and went straight out.

The next second, the sleeve was suddenly grabbed, accompanied by her urgent and nervous voice, "Sheng You Ting!"

He looked back and tried to squeeze out a smile, "three days."

Her face was confused, her eyes full of anxiety and innocence, "what?"

"Stay with me for another three days, and I'll let you go..."

He clearly has put his voice very flat, flat to let himself feel, in fact, he is not that concerned, but why, the heart is still so painful.

"Do you know what you say?"

It hurts so much, Liu Liu. I feel so painful

"Yes."

"You promise me, you won't lie to me..."

"I, Sheng Youting, swear here that after three days, I will let you leave and never break your promise."

With that, he broke off her fingers one by one. He didn't want to stay for a second. He turned around and left without looking back.

No one knows, he said that sentence, with how much strength, more no one knows, his heart now, how much pain.

"Click" a light sound, the door was opened.

The corridor light came in.

Liu Liu looked at the figure, pulled by the light very long.

He seemed to pause in the light and shadow, or just her illusion. In short, after the momentary absence, he had left.

The door was closed and all was silent.

Her whole heart, too, was silent.

It's just that in some places, there's no self-control.

Hand can not help but touch the chest, she mechanical, murmured, "pain?"

All of a sudden, she laughed, reluctantly and dismally, "why? Why does it hurt? "

She should be happy, she should cheer, she should jump up and be excited.

She was finally free.

Three days, just three days. Anan should not be back in time.

This is the best result for all.

"Young master..."

After a few minutes, he couldn't help shouting.

Young master's current state, he is very worried.

He had never seen such a young master, as if he had lost his soul, leaving only a meaningless body, wandering around without direction.

I don't know where I should go.

Yes, there will be no willow. Where should he go?

What should he do?

Didn't he live well without her?

Why not now?

He ignored Xue Qing, all the way out of the villa, went to the ginkgo tree, looked up.

The leaves of Ginkgo biloba are yellow and almost gone.

It's like between them, it's coming to an end.

If you don't want to, you can't give up, you can't stay.

He raised his hand, pressed the position of his chest and asked himself, "if one day I can't hold on, will you chase her back for me?"

"Would you..."

"You won't, will you?"

"I know, I know you will not. You will be satisfied as long as you look at her well. You are not as greedy as I am..."

"Hehe, hehe..."

Xue Qing looks at Sheng Youting talking to himself, laughing and crying. He looks like a crazy man without reason. However, such a madman makes people feel heartache.

"Young master, it's cool outside..."

He worried, again mouth remind, "you wear thin, or go back to the room to rest, or you will catch a cold."

The man still did not answer. He just raised his head and looked at the tall ginkgo tree without blinking. Until his legs were numb for several rounds, he shook his hands and took out the cigarette box from his trouser pocket and twisted it out of a fulcrum.

The light blue smoke was blown away by the cold wind. He bit the smoke and finally turned to leave.

It's cold on a winter night.

Numb feet walking on the ground, every step, it seems that there are tens of millions of sharp needles, all together into the flesh and blood, really painful.

The little mermaid in the fairy tale used to trade with the witch for the sake of her sweetheart. After drinking the medicine, she lost her voice and lost her tail. Finally, she got the human legs and was able to stand in front of her sweetheart.

He remembered that there was such a sentence in it that every step she took would be like walking on the tip of a knife, and her feet would bleed. Somehow, he felt that he could clearly feel the pain now.He is very painful, his feet are very painful, although his feet do not bleed, but his heart has been flowing, has been flowing, as if he is about to lose too much blood and die.

There was an inconspicuous pit on the lawn. He accidentally stepped on it, sprained and nearly fell. Fortunately, Xue Qing held him fast with his eyes and hands, "young master!"

Sheng Youting stood firm and pushed him away. His voice was hoarse and deep. "I'm fine. You go back to your room and watch Miss Liu."

Xue Qing refused, "but, young master..."

Sheng and Ting Yin Li smile voice, "how, now I speak, you dare not listen?"

Xue Qing was silent for a second, "I dare not, I will go now."

"Go away!"

Xue Qing had to leave no matter how worried he was.

He didn't dare to disobey Sheng You ting. What Sheng and Ting said was an order.

At the same time, in a room in Shengyuan, Sheng Xiaoyi is sitting in front of his desk and drawing seriously. Song Li sits quietly reading and occasionally looks at Sheng Xiaoyi's painting paper and points out the shortcomings.

After amnesia, Sheng Xiaoyi was particularly attached to him. Although she was injured and couldn't run around, she would pester him with every opportunity to teach her chess and accompany her to play piano and draw.

He promised Sheng Youting to take good care of her. In addition, he had a good relationship before and treated her as a sister. Therefore, he did not refuse her any request.

Although he is now upset about Sheng You Ting, he still has the patience to watch her draw.

Half an hour later, Sheng Xiaoyi put down his brush and held the paper in front of Song Li. His voice was as clear as a silver bell

The painting is OK, but it's not good to say it well. It's just that song Li can't tell the truth. After all, it's a girl. There's no need to hit her. What's more, she's still fragile now.

Song Li held the book in one hand and touched her hair with the other hand. "The painting is very good. It will be better if you continue to refuel later."

"Really?"

"Really..."

Sheng Xiaoyi is very happy and complacent, "I can not only draw sketch, but also oil painting. Oil painting is my strong point!"