Chapter 268 Aunt Zhang is happy 1

Liu Rong, you should know that people's greed is like the devil's balls. The more you eat, the more you want, and the more evil you will do. Then, it is getting closer and closer to your death.

Duan Qingming clenched the palm of her hand and looked at the end of the blue sky from afar, where the haze covered the sky, and dark clouds rolled without a trace of dawn.

Duan Qingming suddenly shook her head slightly. No, no, how could she be willing to let Liu Rong die?

In the last life, Duan Qingming was deceived by Liu Rongmeng and framed by Duan Yulan. She was not at peace until she died. Therefore, in this life, Duan Qingming wants Liu Rong to live to death, take a good look at Duan Yulan's desolate end, and see how her beloved daughter can't survive and die.

Facing the cold wind, Duan Qingming suddenly laughed coldly. That smile was still with the ferociousness and weirdness when the fierce ghost asked for his life, and would never forgive the resentment - Duan Yulan, in the last life, you owed me and owed me two lives to my two children. This time, I will let you all return it with profit, and, Never forgive.

Duan Qingming immersed herself in the world of hatred and ignored everything around her. She almost forgot that she still held Duan Yu's little hand in her hand. She even forgot that she was no longer the ghost in her previous life, but a living person, but a girl who was only ten years old!

Duan Qingming's hands are chilling.

Duan Qingming's body is trembling slightly.

Duan Yu subconsciously clenched Duan Qingming's hand, which gradually became cold and gradually became without a trace of warmth, and squeezed his lips slightly.

It is the time before dusk. Ice and snow and dim earth walls are the whole content of the world. Duan Qingming's clothes were blown to Duan Yu's face by the wind, covering the gloom of his pale little face.

Duan Yu turned his eyes and stood in the shadow of ice and corners, quietly staring at the woman who had lost her normalcy eyes.

The cold wind blew Duan Qingming's temples, making her pale face pale and more pale. She was dressed in light clothes and stood quietly in the wind and snow. Suddenly, there was a subtle feeling that she was about to return to the wind.

Duan Yu looked at it and stared slightly. In any case, Duan Qingming was the first warmth of his first time. Although he could not enter her heart, he absolutely did not allow this person who really cared about him and was really good to her.

He wants to keep her alive in this different world, the only family affection and warmth.

Feeling that the little hand in the palm of his hand shrank, Duan Qingming suddenly found that Duan Zheng's little hand had been frozen as hard as ice.

Facing Duan Yu's ignorant eyes, Duan Qingming felt distressed for no reason. She squatted down gently, put Duan Yu's little hand in the palm of her hand, and whispered, "Is it cold?"

Duan Yu grinned and smiled. He shook his head: "No, it's not cold."

Duan Qingming patted Duan Yu's cold little hand, put the silver-inlaid stove handed over by Yuejia into Duan Yu's hand, and reluctantly smiled, "Come on, hold the hand stove, come to my yard to warm up before leaving."

"Okay, okay..." Duan Yu's face showed a simple and sweet smile. He cheered, "I also want to eat the osmanthus cake made by Sister Qiu Ning."

The osmanthus cake made by Qiu Ning is more delicious than the master in the kitchen. Duan Yu only ate it once and never forgets it. I have been shouting for Qiu Ning to cook for him all day. But Qiu Ning was promoted to the big girl in Duan Qingming's yard, and things gradually increased. Duan Yu's osmanthus cake was poured nine times, and all of it failed.

Osmanthus cake seems to be the warmest memory in the impression of every child who has not grown up, right? Duan Qingming also remembers that her dragonfly is also her favorite osmanthus cake. And as long as she is free, she will cook it for her...

Duan Qingming suddenly sniffled. She stretched out her hand, gently pinched Duan Yu's cold little face, and said annoidly, "You are greedy."

Ji'er is gone, but she still has Duan Yu and her own brother, so she must love him well and let him grow up healthily and happily, without having to repeat the mistakes of her previous life.

Duan Yu couldn't understand the sometimes fierce and sometimes sad complex eyes in Duan Qingming's eyes. However, he only wants Duan Qingming to be happy. If his simplicity and naivety can get Duan Qingming's happiness, then he doesn't mind playing the innocence of a child again.

A person's memory and past usually represent a certain period of time. It may be a wealth or an unbearable nightmare. Whether it is the former or the latter, it will gradually fade in the long river of memory and be gradually replaced by another memory. What Duan Yu can do is to fill Duan Qingming's mind with more memories, so that those bad memories will gradually fade or disappear.

Although the process is long, Duan Yu enjoys it.

As if he really smelled the smell of osmanthus cake, Duan Yu reached out and wiped his mouth. "Hey" and laughed. He did not deny it, but there was a smell of saliva in his eyes.

When Duan Qingming returned outside the yard, she saw the moon rugs looking left and right. At first glance, I saw Duan Qingming and Duan Yu's figures appear on the familiar path. The face of the moonsha that she was about to wear was frozen red, and an obvious look of joy immediately appeared. First, she waved her hand forcefully and quickly greeted Duan Qingming and Duan Yu. On the empty path, her crisp and pleasant voice sounded: "Sister Qiu Ning, the young lady and the young master are back!"

"Dead girl, you will come back when you come back. How do you shout like this?"

With the sound, Qiu Ning's figure appeared outside the courtyard door. She first stared at Yuejia, and then saluted Duan Qingming and Duan Yu: "Good morning, young master!"

Yuejia was stared at by Qiu Ning and knew that she was abrupt again. She mischievously spit out her tongue and then obediently retreated to one side.

Duan Qingming looked at Qiu Ning's twinkling eyes and asked faintly, "What happened?"

Duan Qingming's eyes seem to have a strange power to calm people's hearts. At this glance, Qiu Ning's trembling miraculously disappeared.

Qiu Ning approached Duan Qingming and whispered, "Miss, Aunt Zhang is here."

Duan Qingming stopped, frowned slightly, and then asked, "How long has she been here?"

Qiu Ning is a cautious person. If it hadn't been for any guests to visit, Qiu Ning would not have asked Yuejia to pick her up outside the courtyard. It seems that something has happened in the yard in the hours she left.

Qiu Ning seemed to have been paying attention to the time. Hearing Duan Qingming's question, she replied, "It's been about an hour!"

While speaking, Qiu Ning gave Yuejia a wink. Yuejia was understanding. She smiled sweetly and walked briskly to hold Duan Yu's little hand: "Yo, young master, you don't come. I miss you!"

Duan Yu glanced at Yuejia's small round face and said lightly, "I miss you, but I don't see you to see me?"

I didn't expect that Duan Yu would suddenly question. Yuejia blinked hard and didn't know how to answer.

You should know that Duan Qingming's rules are extremely strict. Without her permission or the control of Mother Ning, no one can wander around the house at will.

Seeing Yuejia's embarrassment, Duan Yu's little face opened a flower-like smile: "I'm just laughing. Why did I scare you?"

Duan Yu's heart is actually full of contempt - why are the little girls chosen by her sister so timid? Can such a girl really make a big scene?

Of course, what Duan Yu didn't know was that because of Duan Qingming's concern and heartfelt towards him, these girls had long regarded Duan Yu as a master in Duan Qingming's yard.

The master is God and their master.

And what they have been taught is to respect the master and respect him as a god. Therefore, Duan Yu's sudden questioning made Yuejiao at a loss.