Chapter 312 Yan Lingyu's Loss

After listening to Liu Yuan's words, Duan Qingming suddenly frowned slightly. For a moment, she seemed to understand what Liu Yuan meant by changing his words in an instant.

You should know that Du Qingluan, an aunt who is outside the editor, is neither a native nor a native. That's because Du Qingming once spent a disaster with Du Qingluan on Jiuhua Mountain, and then was impressed by the character of both sides and finally formed a friendship. And Duan Qingming also recognized her aunt because of that special friendship.

Because of Ding Rou's relationship, although the two are not relatives, they are better than relatives. However, when did her aunt of Duan Qingming also become Liu Yuan's aunt?

Duan Qingming lowered her head and frowned slightly. Looking at her expression, I don't know whether she is struggling with Liu Yuan's name for Du Qingluan or something else. However, because of the entanglement, she boldly held her hand in Liu Yuan's hand and completely ignored it. Therefore, in the eyes of others, although the posture of the two people is very ambiguous, one stares down, the other bows his head shyly, two beautiful faces, and Liu Yuan's eyes, and the friendship make passers-by in a hurry to have an indescribable subtle feeling of harmony. Although Liu Yuan's eyes were all friendship and obvious joy, Duan Qingming knew that what she thought was not like this at all.

However, although what Duan Qingming ignores and thinks is not, in other eyes, it will certainly not be ignored, and it will become a different kind of scenery.

In fact, not to mention others, they just looked at the two people, smiling like a fox, and the pair of faint eyes full of disappointment that suddenly appeared in the stream of people in the distance. Neither of them ignored Duan Qingming's instantly confused look and her little hand tightly held by Liu Yuan.

However, Chuntao looked at the two people with their hands, her eyes smiling and seemed to be very happy. However, the person who watched secretly gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to completely separate their hands, and then let them have no way to get together.

Duan Qingming doesn't know what others feel at all. She frowned and tilted her head, as if she was still wandering around. It seemed that she had not yet escaped from some strange thoughts.

However, at this moment, there was a very cold and light cold hum from the crowd. The sound seems to come from the sky, from the ground, from the bottom of the human heart, or somewhere in the depths of the stream of people.

Originally, it was not so loud or sharp, but it was this voice that shocked Duan Qingming.

Duan Qingming's heart jumped inexplicably. She felt that in the distance, there seemed to be a line of sight that penetrated layers of people and fell under her Liu Yuan's clenched hands. In that sight, there was indescribable cruelty, loss, melancholy, annoy, and jealousy, such a sight with strong emotions, which made her unable to avoid and face the direct view. In just a moment, Duan Qingming's originally calm heart was completely disrupted.

This look, another hum, is just a moment of effort, but Duan Qingming has sweated on his back.

Duan Qingming pulled out her hand almost in panic, and her body staggered backwards and almost fell down.

Seeing that Duan Qingming's original smiling look became pale in an instant, Liu Yuan was shocked, quickly held Duan Qingming's body that almost fell down, and asked with concern, "Qingming, what's wrong with you?"

Duan Qingming looked up and saw Liu Yuan's handsome face and caring eyes. Her heart was in a mess, and then she subconsciously hid back and shook her head: "No, I'm fine."

At the moment when her eyes were far away, Duan Qingming suddenly saw that there was a lonely figure in the crowd, with a familiar publicity, wearing a big black cloak, gradually moving away in the direction of his back to her.

Obviously, there is a bustling street in front of him, and there is a crowd in front of him, but Duan Qingming read an indescribable sadness and loneliness deep into the bone marrow from that person.

Yes, it's loneliness.

It has always been a person's dark night, called loneliness.

A man appeared, but the night that left was loneliness.

Duan Qingming saw clearly that the man was either lonely or lonely.

A kind of loneliness that is suddenly abandoned after the end of prosperity.

For a moment, Duan Qingming suddenly had an impulse to call the other party. However, the man's back seemed slow, but in fact it was fast. By the time Duan Qingming opened his mouth, the car had disappeared on the street like a dragon.

The spring peach on one side suddenly became soulless when he saw Duan Qingming. She looked at Duan Qingming's eyes with some puzzlement, but only saw the troubled life, which were all strange people.

Yes, although there are many sentient beings in the world, there are really not many people who can know each other, know each other, and be called relatives and friends.

Chuntao withdrew her sight, looked at Duan Qingming, whose face suddenly turned pale, and smiled gently: "Okay, Qingming, let's go."

Duan Qingming nodded gently. Then, he lowered his head and followed Chuntao, slowly walking forward with them.

Liu Yuan followed Duan Qingming, which was also a little strange for a moment. It seemed that he didn't understand why Duan Qingming, who had bright eyes a moment ago, suddenly became so distracted.

The three people walked slowly. What they didn't expect was that when the three disappeared at the corner of the street, a man in a black man suddenly flashed in a corner. The man flashed from the corner of the street, with a pair of eyes and stared at the figure of Duan Qingming gradually moving away, a half-covered face, showing indescribable loss and confusion.

Through the black hood, it can be seen that the man has a smooth face, with sharp edges and handsomeness; vaguely flashing behind the hat, a pair of dark and deep eyes, with a fascinating gray luster; and then look at his thick eyebrows, tall nose, beautiful lips, all of which are all open With his nobility and elegance, there is a heartfelt amazement at a sight!

However, at this time, the man's body, whether noble or elegant, beautiful or handsome, seemed to be covered with a light gray breath. In this cold and gloomy weather, there was a kind of loneliness deep into the bone marrow.

Seeing that the figures of Duan Qingming completely disappeared, the man suddenly took two steps forward. The cold wind blew up his clothes, causing his hood to be lifted in an instant, revealing a beautiful face.

Look at that face again, isn't it the Yan Lingyu who has always been so arrogant that he can't see the sky?

Yan Lingyu's eyes were very dark, and Yan Lingyu's eyes and face were very dark. It seemed that he didn't understand why he had always seen him, either away from him or cold and indifferent. However, just now, he saw Duan Qingming, who had always been very cold to him, smiled at Liu Yuan and said so many words to Liu Yuan, and Her hand has been held in the palm of Liu Yuan's hand for a long time.

The street is very cold, and almost everyone walks forward quickly, as if they want to quickly return to their warm home.

However, Yan Lingyu has no place to go.

The ice and snow on the ground have long formed thick and hard ice, which has been crushed and made a small sound under their feet. The shops on both sides of the street have long been decorated with New Year's supplies. Countless people are choosing and returning happily.

Needless to say, in a few days, it will be the annual Spring Festival, representing the atmosphere of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and it is also slowly getting stronger. However, in Yan Lingyu's dead heart, there is no feeling of joy at all.

He stood on this bustling but hurried street, as if there was no duckweed to rely on, with no place to go. Above his head, there were fine snowflakes falling in the wind again and falling on Yan Lingyu's head. But his heart is full of ice and snow-like coldness.