"I am used to burying myself deeply in the fog, competing with myself, and my soul is separated. I like to bury myself deeply in the fog, not to be mentioned, and wake up after dark. When the daytime is like a movie, I am here, practicing tirelessly, and it seems effortless , This situation is so embarrassing. Dialogue seems to be very addictive, embracing the bold situation of the black duck..." The singing stopped suddenly, and he asked gently and anxiously, "Is it hard to listen to Daotian's singing? Miaochun, don't cry. , I’ll just stop singing.”
"No, I just want to ask a question." Que Miaochun hugged herself and cried.
"What question does Miaochun still need to ask himself? Tell Daotian." Daotian gently touched Que Miaochun's head.
"Why are you always alone?" Que Miaochun sobbed softly.
"This... Daotian doesn't know." Daotian scratched his head in embarrassment and cleared his throat, "Ahem, but I know a reason. They are all jealous of you being the head of the Que family at a young age, and they are jealous that you are an old man. The darling of heaven, if you want to go crazy, you will get the wind, if you want the rain, you will get the rain.”
"Really?" Que Miaochun's dark green eyes were still filled with disappointment.
"Yes, not everyone has a family as powerful as the Que family like Miaochun, and not everyone has as unique and weird insights into medicine as you do." Daotian smiled and touched it. Magpie Miaochun's head.
"Geniuses are often lonely." Que Jinghong responded while standing on the eaves.
"Jinghong, we know that you are good at Qinggong and a martial arts genius. But your behavior is very dangerous and can easily teach bad things to children and make those naughty kids imitate you. So please come down from the eaves. Now! Now!" Daotian stood. He stood up and looked into Que Jinghong's unfathomable dark green eyes.
"Jinghong knows he was wrong." Que Jinghong came down the stairs.
"That's pretty much it. You just scared Miaochun." Que Miaochun supported Que Jinghong.
Que Jinghong let go of Que Miaochun's hand and raised the corner of his mouth, "Jinghong has not yet deteriorated in martial arts to the point where he needs Young Master's support."
"This is because we are worried about your performance. Do you hope that like Miaochun, you will be kept away from everyone and stay alone forever?" Que Miaochun grabbed Que Jinghong's ears.
"Young Master, Young Master, please be gentle. Jinghong knows that he is wrong, and the Young Master is the future head of the Que family, how can he be alone? I, Que Jinghong, and Que Daotian are all living people. " Que Jinghong took away Que Miaochun's hand holding his ear.
"Fortunately, you and everyone are with me, wuwuwu..." Before Que Miaochun could finish her words, she burst into tears again.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Looking at Que Miaochun who took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, Que Jinghong patted her back helplessly, as if coaxing a child who had been spanked sorely.
"Ring, ring, ring—" A clear voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.
"This is my school bell. Brother Jinghong, Brother Daotian, and Miaochun are going to class first!" Que Miaochun waved his hand and walked briskly.
The two of them looked at Que Miaochun's agile figure and couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I hope she will grow up healthy, safe and happy in her life.
I wish her to make close friends soon, hope her family will stay away from illness and have a smooth graduation.
Que Miaochun was wearing a dark green short skirt, and the sun shone on her body. There was no excessive jewelry or heavy makeup to enhance her look. She was still the beloved Que Miaochun.
