At some point, my eyes became wet. I feel depressed and don't know how to heal the emptiness inside.
"Uh-huh, daddy~ Miaochun just wants to drink milk tea!" Que Miaochun's second pair of eyes also blinked crazily.
"Okay, okay, isn't it just a cup of milk tea? I'm really impressed with you." Que Qi reluctantly placed the order.
Brown sugar pearl milk tea, large cup, hot.
This time, Que Miaochun held her head high and happily walked to her desk seat and sat down, holding the milk tea her father bought for her in her hand.
"Hey, the four-eyed monster can be treated to milk tea, right? It's still hot! Aren't you the unwanted child?" Everyone laughed around.
The hand holding the milk tea put in a little more force. Que Miaochun didn't know why, but she still felt very sad.
I really wanted to stand up directly, slap my hand on the desk, and smile wildly. Said: That’s the milk tea my dad bought for me! It cost 17 yuan, a total of 17 yuan!
But she didn't do that, she just frowned.
Why do you feel sad? Obviously, I have everything I want, my family is with me, and the people I like also like me. Is there anything left that is not enough?
Every time she faced doubts and ridicules, she didn't know what to do. This time, she didn't want to be the head of the Magpie family who sat on the chair of the Magpie family with a serious face and laughed sarcastically when faced with any doubts. She just wants to be the child who will always be pampered, loved and protected by her father and family.
"I thought about leaving, existing in this way. It's because of those narrations, those hurts, and those narrations. I didn't want to leave, existing in this way. Suddenly I began to look forward to it inexplicably..." The sad lyrics came from the headphones, which made Qie Miao Chun felt even more uncomfortable.
"The conversation seems to be addictive. The bold scene of the white dove hugging the black crow makes me laugh at my lunacy. I am in my territory. Look at the endless horizon here, how clear the colorful world is in my fog, their black and white hearts. I have already taken care of myself. With the definition, when should we get closer and what should we get closer to..." Daotian sat next to Que Miaochun and sang a song a cappella.
After singing, he turned his head and looked directly at Que Miaochun, looking at her expectantly.
"Thank you Daotian, your singing is so beautiful." Que Miaochun smiled, and the milk tea in his mouth seemed to become sweeter.
"Hehe, it's fine if Miaochun likes it. From now on, Daotian will sing to you every day." Daotian also smiled happily.
"Okay! I like you the most!" Que Miaochun responded with a smile.
"Hey? Did you just confess your love to me?" It took Daotian a long time to react.
"That's right, don't you like me?" Que Miaochun lowered his head, his face already as red as a ripe tomato.
"I like it, I like it very much!" Daotian happily kissed Que Miaochun between his eyebrows. He held her hand and said to her seriously, "Daotian likes Miaochun the most!"
"You, you hate it. It's so oily!" Que Miaochun turned his face away.
"Because this is my I love you!" Daotian smiled fondly.
The crowd booed. "Together with!"
"Under the eaves, there are flowers, growing inch by inch. The wind blows them, the rain falls, and they survive several rounds of years. Listen to the ticking wind and the sand, falling and sprouting again. How silly it is to struggle to keep the flowers open, one winter and one summer, alone. Waiting for it. From early morning to sunset, waiting for someone to come home. Waiting and waiting, finally the flowers bloom, waiting and waiting, and then they fall..." Que Miaochun also sang a song.
