Chapter 16

The slightly familiar face was wiped out little by little by Xiao Song, which is so incompatible with the dirt and different from the memory. After all, Xiao Qiu is still a teenager who has not grown up, and the one in his memory is already a grown-up teenager. However, the fair skin and exquisite facial features are the same as those in the depths of memory. Only the eyebrows that have not yet formed a teenager's anger look more comfortable.

The water-cutting swallow's eyes should have been charming and soft eyes, but she never felt this on Xiao Qiu. Softness or something, really... I can't see it at all!

Probably her eyes are probably clumsy ←_←!

Xiao Song looked at Xiao Qiu's little friend's drooping and obedient eyebrows, and his mind had unconsciously run away - how good it would be if he could never grow up! It's not good to be so obedient now. How can it be crooked into that kind of virtue in the future? Even if it's a male 18th change, it's not this kind of change, is it?

I couldn't help thinking about the grievance of the previous life and the dream that she didn't want to recall... Xiao Song was in a worse mood.

Out of some strange, secret and unspeakable psychology, Xiao Song did not notice that his hand wiping Xiao Qiu's little friend's face was a little strong. It was not until Xiao Qiu whispered that she reacted. Her movements stopped and fixed her eyes. Xiao Qiu's pale left face was abruptly wiped with a large blush by her, and the blood in it was faintly visible... Because her skin was too white, the red was even more shocking.

Xiao Song felt bad at that time. Some people looked at the place where she rubbed red. Her cliff was not intentional! After struggling for a while, she stretched out her index finger and touched it gently: "...does it hurt?" Xiao Qiu shrank a little under her movements, as if she wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, she finally let her 'light' obediently.

He bowed his head and seemed to be at a loss: "No... it doesn't hurt."

Such a shy and clever Xiao Qiu is really discord!

reluctantly resisted the impulse to touch his face, Xiao Song secretly thought: Is she terrible in this life? Why is this boy so afraid of her appearance... But if it can continue like this, it's not bad.

The action under Xiao Song's fingers suddenly became heavy, and Xiao Qiu's little friend hissed again. It could be seen that it was painful. It almost broke the skin and could not hurt. Xiao Song withdrew his hand unscrupulously and felt slightly speechless: "Since it hurts, why don't you say it? If you don't say it, who can see that you are in pain? What are you afraid of? It's that the old men are not important. No wonder you don't have to be so formal. Although there is no good tone, it is not like this at all. Xiao Song spontaneously took out a small white jade bottle from his sleeves, pulled out the red plug, and put a piece of sheep fat jade cream with his little finger and applied it to his almost broken face. After all, she is a martial arts practitioner. Every time she practices knives, she always encounters it. Carrying a little plaster with her is a habit she has gradually developed.

Xiao Qiu raised her head, with a thin layer of water mist in her eyes, and her thin lips looked particularly stubborn. Even if he says it hurts, what can it do? People who don't care about him won't be sad because of his pain at all. People who care about him say that no matter how much they are, they can't share his pain... And the people he care about don't want to be sad because of their pain.

He has long been used to taking on all this alone.

Xiao Qiu didn't say anything, but that look said everything. Xiao Song suddenly found that she could see such information from those dark water-cutting swallow eyes, which shocked her a little. Before his brain thought about it, he said, "If you are wronged in the future, say it. If you are in Ziqing for one day, you will protect you for a day, and no one will bully you. She does not deny that she has a large part of acting in such sensational words. In order to ensure her future life, she naturally has to take on the appearance of caring for the kind elders of the younger generation from time to time... Although most of them are shows, it is not without any sincerity. Nowadays, her position is different. Naturally, she will not be against him unless she has to.

Xiao Qiu didn't jump into her arms as she thought... This is really... great! If he rushed over like this, she didn't know if she could restrain herself from pushing him out ←_←! He just looked into her eyes. There was no familiar haze in the beautiful water-cutting swallow's eyes, only entanglement and hesitation... However, between the hesitant struggle, there seemed to be two expectations that he did not even notice.

It's not the first time he has heard good words. He has also had the experience of someone taking a fancy to his skin and show goodwill to him in order to deceive his trust. But none of those words are as beautiful as she said... Is she willing to take care of him? Is she really willing to... take care of him? Or is it just a casual talk?

He expected the authenticity of this sentence, but after expectation, he couldn't get rid of the panic himself. If it's fake... If she lied to him... what should he do? Why can people say something irresponsible like this without hesitation, but never want to bear it? If this is just what she said casually, what should he do? He wanted to believe... but he was vaguely afraid that he could not bear the false consequences. If he seizes the warmth close at hand today, and if she leaves him and forgets what he has said today, he is afraid that he will... can't restrain himself and destroy the only warmth.

He is afraid of the authenticity of this promise, and even more afraid of the madness that even he himself can't control after the broken dream woven by her.

But the warmth at hand is so valuable, and how many people can really keep calm and push it out with their own hands?

He can't and doesn't want to: "Will you... protect me?" Her dark eyes read proof and desire. It seemed that as long as she nodded, he could give herself a convincing reason... or indulgence.

Xiao Song raised his eyebrows without any psychological pressure: "I will protect you."

She didn't know how important what she said was to the other party. It's not that she is too shameless and irresponsible to deceive young men's hearts, but... for a child, adults are all like this. It can be said as a basket of good words, but they are all used to coax children temporarily. There are really few. Xiao Song did not feel guilty about this. She just felt that the weight of the words was not so heavy, but it was not true. Her task ends with the life and death of one of them, and she naturally can't be untrue. Not only should she take it seriously, from now on, she will still have to take care of this guy's life, for fear that if he accidentally dies, her task will be over... Then she will have to tragically die. Even if it's just for her own life, she has to work hard to protect him, right?! Unless she can't imagine a little, she won't care about his life!

His long curly eyelashes trembled gently: "...Really?"

"Real seriously."

He looked at her with burning eyes, with a feeling of prayer in his eyes: "I believe you... you, don't lie to me." It seems that he hasn't communicated with people for a long time. He stbbles and is not very sharp.

Xiao Song: "..." What's wrong with this sudden bad feeling?

Xiao Qiu's vision for verification is too resolute, and the unique gaze belonging to children is too pure. Xiao Song can't escape at all. In fact, she didn't have done anything wrong. Why did she have a sense of feeling of doing something wrong?? This is really unscientific!

In the end, Xiao Song could only look up at him helplessly and was forced to make a promise that made her a little uneasy: "Well, I won't lie to you."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qiu's expressionless face suddenly burst into a bright smile. He smiled very beautifully, and his facial features, which had not yet fully grown, were more pure because of this smile. He smiled, and his eyebrows bent, and the water-cutting swallow's eyes were like a broken star on the ground, which were clearly extinguished and shining, as if there was treasure light flowing and flowing brightly.

Xiao Song was stunned... It was the first time she saw Xiao Qiu's satisfied and sincere smile. She had never seen such a smile on Xiao Qiu's face in her previous life. Even if she said those heartfelt good words when she saw Xiao Qiu for the first time, the worry and sadness in the teenager's eyes far overwhelmed the joy. Even under the smile and smile, she was still uneasy... Sure enough, was Xiao Qiu the best to cheat when he was a child?

Well, Miss Xiao Song, who would think like this, is really too obscene!

......

Xiao Song is a person with a particularly unclear sense of goal. He has no fighting spirit, no enterprising spirit, and even no explosive power. Only when you are stepped on the tail will you blow up, but it will soon calm down and is destined to have no big will... Usually, you are too lazy to look directly at it. This kind of laziness refers not only to her physiological, but also to her attitude towards life. If her goal is a little clearer, there are two kinds of what she should do. One extreme point is to directly kill Xiao Qiu's knife and do everything with him; the other is to completely seduce him, and then step on him, get out of the plot, and strive for the opportunity to return to the world. In a word, she will never make such a compromise as she is now. She will never go up and down, and she will only do half of everything. She will do better than nothing and almost better than anything else. However, personality has been born, and she can't change it if she wants to. There is a saying that 'the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change'. Xiao Song thinks it is very reasonable.

Well, she just won't change! Stop persuading her!

......

Looking at Xiao Qiu's appearance, Xiao Song also knew that the baby had promised to stay in the Ziqing faction, which was neither good news nor bad news for Xiao Song. If the two live close and close, they will have more contact, and the possibility of hating or falling in love is much greater than that of the end of the world. Since Xiao Song has decided to be a kind old woman, what he should do is naturally to accept Xiao Qiu as an apprentice. She thought so, and said, "I asked you, are you willing to learn martial arts?"

Xiao Qiu was stunned. Seeing her serious expression, she nodded and said dryly, "...wish, intention."

"The old body is the head of the Ziqing School. If you want to learn martial arts, the old body can teach you. But the skills of the Ziqing School are not passed on to outsiders. If you want to learn, you have to enter my door. What do you think?" The feeling of talking around is really too painful. In fact, she wants to cross her waist and roar: Boy, you want to learn martial arts, right? Call me Master!" If you don't force yourself, you can choose these by yourself.

"Do you want to...do...my...master?" Xiao Qiu's little friend was a little hesitant, and it was rare to be a little timid.

Xiao Song suddenly couldn't hold her breath in her heart: "..." How did this ecstasy little expression make her look like a long-planned old witch?! Is she so frustrated? Do you have any?!

Xiao Song pretended to sigh and looked up at God 45 degrees. God despised her with 135 degrees: "The old man is old, but the Ziqing faction is thin. The old man is afraid that there will be no successor of the Ziqing faction after a hundred years. I'm sorry for the entrustment of the first teacher. Even under the nine springs, he has no face to face the ancestors. Zong!" ←_←!

At this time, Xiao Qiu's little friend is indeed very simple, not as old as the old man... But no matter how simple it is, when he sees Xiao Song's pompous acting skills, he still has an indescribable sense of discord. He feels that he is not right all over his body and has an indescribable awkwardness. This is really a... strange person. How can she call herself old? How can you say that you are... old?

It's very young and so beautiful... isn't it?

"So...why...it's me?"

Xiao Song was observing Xiao Qiu's expression and was not in a state at all. After being asked, he subconsciously blurted out, "Because you are Xiao Qiu." If it weren't for Xiao Qiu, what would she do if she were nosy?! She is not a charity! Her Ziqing school is not even a homeless shelter!

"...Xiao Qiu?"

Orz, what stupid thing did she do? Xiao Song, who was in a hurry, smiled and said, "...Yu Lan told the old man that your name is Aqiu, right?"

"...yes."

"Can I have a surname?"

He was silent for a moment: "...No."

"In this case, how about calling you Xiao Qiu in the future?" Xiao Song squeezed his lips, relaxed his expression as much as possible, and put on a kind and dignified look: "Xiao Qiu is my surname. Whether you want to join our school or not, you will treat you as your own child." After saying that, I don't think it's good to push too hard. After all, the back of the baby's head is born with an anti-bone. Maybe he will be hated like this. Of course, if you don't want to, you won't force you.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Song's expression carefully. He couldn't see anything... Xiao Song's face was paralyzed successfully.

"...I wish."

"The old man feels predestined with you, and he feels familiar with you as soon as he sees you. Maybe you and I were really related in the last life." Xiao Song touched Xiao Qiu's hair, which is not true at all. They were not a bad fate in their last life! So, Xiao Qiu, would you like to join our Ziqing School and become an old disciple?"

He hesitated for a moment, and for some reason, he vaguely resisted the proposal, but he couldn't refuse the gentle and familiar eyes full of expectation. The ghost said something to refute the will, just because he didn't want to see her disappointed look: "...I'm willing." After saying that, he was a little sad and felt as if he had lost something important, which made him very uncomfortable. But I can't tell what the loss is?

Xiao Song was happy, rubbed his dirty hair, and didn't mind at all... She felt that Xiao Qiu could not be more pleasing at this time: "Xiao Qiu, since you have entered my teacher, the first thing you need to learn is to respect your teacher. I believe you know the principle of being a teacher for one day and a father for life. In the future, the old man will treat you like a son like an apprentice, and you also need to respect the old man like a mother... Can you do it?"

Xiao Qiu raised her head in a trance, looked into the warm and joyful eyes of the man, and said, "I... Qiu'er will... respect you, love you, respect you."

"Call the master~"

"...Master."

Xiao Song narrowed his round eyes with satisfaction: "What a good boy."

Xiao Song thought that if Xiao Qiu doesn't have any crooked thoughts in the future and treat her as a real master, then she will also treat him as an apprentice... After all, feelings are mutual, and a fever will never work. She may not be able to have a good feeling for Xiao Qiu, but if she gets along well, there is still no problem. She has indeed resented and feared what happened in the past, but after all, Xiao Qiu, who has done bad things to her, is not the Xiao Qiu in front of her... The sense of difference is too big to connect.

What's more, even the same person will take different paths in the future because of different experiences. The future is unrepeatable. In the past, she seemed to be too paranoid. She thought she had mastered the plot, always put herself in a high position, and always had various subjective prejudices against these people who wanted to get along with her from the beginning. To say it well is to stand by coldly, but to say it badly is to bind itself. And in this setback after another, she finally understood how difficult this attitude was. What didn't happen was that it didn't happen, but she let it go because of the unreasonable firmness and finally pushed herself step by step.

She always thought she had concealed it well, but the truth is that every time she was exposed her prejudice and resistance by those people without hesitation.

She will probably never become a qualified actress... If this life will be her end, she hopes to put down those burdens, enjoy life and live well. The most important thing in life is not length, but quality. If she is so worried and unhappy in every life, even if she gets eternal life, she may not be very happy. She is not afraid of loneliness, but she can't control her unhappiness.

So, even if life is short, try to make yourself happier.