Starlight Has No Past

This year's Spring Festival is coming late.

At the end of January, Ye Qiao’s early years of the winter, Ye Qiao pushed off his work early, freeing up the days of half a month of oil and rice. There were no awards and red carpets, no fans screaming and flashing lights. On a calm day, she fell in love with Ophelia and Desa, with a variety of ancient and singular words. The pet po who has been quiet for a long time is suddenly active near the annual festival, and the style of the painting has changed greatly, causing many people's enthusiasm.

Ye Qiao’s own apartment has become a veritable vacancy. On this day, she had to take an old contract before she went back.

Just after opening the door, the elevator suddenly stopped on the 23rd floor. This level has a total of two households, visitors are not her, just come to Zhou Weishen.

Zhou Yanshen heard the sound of entering the door, thinking that it was Ye Qiao who went back and returned to the porch to find out.

I haven't seen it for a few months, and I am dressed more mature. I still have a pair of long legs in the cold winter, and the girl is blessed with exquisiteness. Through her brilliant smile, Zhou Xiaoshen saw the door that the door 2301 had just closed. Ye Qiao’s cloak disappeared into the door and could not distinguish her anger. He stretched out five fingers in front of his eyes: "Hey deep brother, what are you looking at?"

Zhou Xiaoshen took back his sight and sideways to let people enter the house: "How come suddenly?"

I put a big shopping bag on the coffee table: "The pet toy that I told you last time, you haven't come to take it. Putting me there is awkward and wasteful, just give you a sigh."

The little girl's drunkenness is not in the wine, Zhou Yushen naturally can hear, poured two glasses of water to put on the heart of the situation: "Before the winter vacation, your class teacher called me and said that your homework fell a lot."

"She doesn't mean telling you not to tell you..." He dropped a toy bone. "I said that she is an old virgin. It must be a fancy to you, and I will make an excuse to call you."

Teenage girls, thoughts and words are very explicit, Zhou Yushen is not good at training people, lips are not pleasing gestures.

He used to pull his hand: "Well, it’s good... I’m a deep brother, I’m going to class in the next semester, can’t I?”

When Zhou Weishen was wrapped in a vine-like thin arm, the door just pushed away.

Ye Qiao was determined to stand at the door, and Zhou Yu deeply exchanged a look, I do not know her lonely expression has several layers of meaning, actually closed the door intact. Zhou Yan looked deep into the cold face of the frost disappeared behind the door, and quickly cut the oblique branch of the squid, it was rare to show the sternness: "Nothing to run to me."

"What do you mean?" He turned his face and said that the wind was raining, and his face was blue. "Who is that one? Wu said that you recently found a female star, Ye Qiao, right? Is it her?"

In fact, the highly recognizable face, I have seen countless times in my nightmare, the first sight I saw was her. I just didn't expect to meet in a narrow road today, but I was so ill-fated that I had to say it in an insulting tone.

I don't know when I started, the little girl who was ignorant of ignorance, became irritable and irritable.

Zhou Yanshen was patient with her, but the situation was getting worse and worse. Only he was more and more used to the worse. He also learned to put his face on his face: "Sit down." The eyebrows of the order seemed fierce and ruthless.

阮绯嫣 screaming: "Why do you order me?"

"Let you sit down." Zhou Wei is deeply irritated.

"I don't." He stepped back, and it seemed that he had lost the meaning of whitewashing. He said, "Do you think I don't know her? She doesn't follow her father's surname, I can't recognize her. I know, she is the daughter of the murderer. Her heart is my mother...what is she?"

Speaking from the mouth, it is even more difficult to bear the weight behind it. Zhou Hao was strong and angered, and his voice was burned by the fire: "She doesn't even know who you are. What are you yelling at her? I am the murderer you said."

"you are not"

The so-called truth, she seems to be more unacceptable than himself, for his rebuttal: "You are just a defense, manslaughter, my father was killed, my mother took me, is relying on Zhou Jiacai to survive. My mother for Your sin is that our mother and daughter owe to your family. But what is the name of Xu? If it wasn’t for him that heart, would you have to force my mother to be sentenced to death? Do you think that everyone in the world is like my mother? Stupid, what are you promised?"

He bit his lower lip: "He is the real murderer. His daughter's life is exchanged with my mother's life, and neither of them can die."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Hao deeply moved his anger, his voice was almost cold.

He shouted: "I said that they can't be good for the whole family."

The word "death" lingered in the throat and was forced back by his deep and cold eyes. I hate it, and now, her care for him is still deep in the bone marrow. Even if he countless times when he dreams back at midnight, the root of all sin is him. She shouldn’t look at him because of his ten years of funding and support. It shouldn’t be because of the warmth that occasionally reveals his unsmiling face. I am hidden in this person...

In the age of pure white paper, she has no father and no mother, and she can rely on one who can tell. Even if she knows the truth, she would rather find an excuse for him. She would rather move her **** vengeance elsewhere. She would rather hide the pain and hatred of the bones and bones and replace it with a simple smile in front of him.

But this person, she used her short and complete life, to care, to trust this person, in the most hurtful cold tone, said to her: "Get out."

She can't believe: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Xiaoshen’s voice is not a trace of feelings: “Get out.”

After repeating the three words, his throat slowly rolled slowly, as if he had exhausted all the strength of the gathering for ten years. Not enough, it wants his life, from his heart, he has already decayed and rotted.

When he ran out of tears, he suddenly felt that he was extremely exhausted. In the darkest part of the heart, there are countless sharp needles in the ulcers, which turn the light that he breathes into the ice, and pierce the body that has long been unable to bear the crime.

Five meters away, Ye Qiao was in a room that had not lived for many days. The heating facilities in the living room are faulty, and the thin nightdress can't resist the cold of winter, and the hands and feet are cold. She was sitting on a sofa in the air, and for the first time she hated her own self. Why did the living room be so empty and let the obvious loneliness have nowhere to hide.

The horror game that has already been cleared has made people feel uninterested. Ye Qiao precisely controlled the life and death of the character, and was torn into pieces under Wendy's hand, and then fell into the tower that was struck by lightning, and it was completely unrecognizable. Blood, raging snow, never ending dark night... She threw down the handle with irritability, and only the operation of the wall clock machinery.

He still did not appear.

Ye Qiao dialed the phone of Qianxi, and after a few words, he asked: "Do you live next to the little girl who lives next door?"

"Little girl?" Qianxi snorted. "You said that high school student? Pretty pretty, it is estimated that they can also get a grade of flowers in their school."

Ye Qiao said: "The face of the melon seeds, big eyes, about one meter sixty-five, without glasses, isn't it?"

"...Yes." Qianxi Fox suspected, "What do you ask this?"

"Nothing, hang up."

The phone was too far off guard. Ye Qiao suddenly did not have the strength to pursue, holding his knees and wanting to sleep.

The cold gas invades the skin, the goose bumps stand upright, and it doesn't feel cold for a long time, just trembled for a while. Closed his eyes all the night when he first met him. The shower in the old rental house was hot for a while, and her ears were filled with hot air. I have long forgotten the slang words that I have pierced into my ears, but I remember how much they are pickled.

I thought it was all gone, but who knows that there is no past.

She kept her posture and fell into a frozen sleep. In the dream, it was warmer, like a stray bug, and it fell into a strange spring tide.

The bed fell slightly and Ye Qiao woke up. It was already late at night, and Zhou Wei’s bed was lit with a faint wall lamp. She didn’t know when he was brought here by him, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Zhou Yanshen found her breathing changes, her arms gently slid onto her waist: "Wake up?" He smiled easily. "It's so cold outside, you can sleep so well."

Ye Qiao suddenly turned to face him, straightforward: "The little girl in the day, is the student you funded?"

"Yeah." He didn't want to hide.

Her second sentence is crucial: "Is it your home, or you?"

Zhou Wei was silent for a moment and said: "It is me."

Ye Qiao is very calm: "I saw you for the first time that night, you just came out of her house, are you?"

"...Yes." He was already hesitating.

Ye Qiao is so keen, his hesitation is infinitely magnified in her eyes, and it is difficult to expand into the heart. She rushed to the past, and Zhou Wei was overwhelmed by her overwhelming defense. The two delicate legs seemed to suddenly gain the power of steel, sitting across his waist and touching the texture of his waist with one hand.

The cloth material faded along the place she had stroking, and Zhou Hao shouted "Jojo", and she was pushed up by her, and leaned down to give him a fierce kiss. Ye Qiao bites his lips in a ruthless manner: "Are you not the most like to do this?"

Wherever there is a finger, there is a ** to meet her, as if it is a crime. Ye Qiao sneered, embedding grievances and anger into each other's strength, acting fiercely to ignore the pain.

Zhou Yanshen can feel her embarrassment, clearly do not want, but barely self. He calmed her arched back and carefully responded to her kiss. Her tears poured out in the bottom of her heart, and a large one was under his eyes. The salty tears ooze a few lines into his eyes, and the eyelashes twitched physiologically. Ye Qiao looked at him with a sore eyes, but he lost his strength and suddenly choked out.

"Jojo..." Zhou Wei shouted at her in a dumb voice, trying to recall her from the arrogance. However, Ye Qiao only cried more and more hurt, and the more he cried, the more tired he was. He fell on his body and remained motionless.

"Don't cry, don't cry. You listen to me." Zhou Yan took her back with a moment. "She's just a little kid, can I have something with me?"

Women are the same from the age of sixteen to sixty years old and will be fascinated by the identified partners. The eyes of the daytime are clearly engraved in Ye Qiao's mind, and the nails can't help but be embedded in the skin of his back.

Zhou Yan was so painful that she called out and grabbed her hand and turned her face so that she could see her eyes: "Jojo, you believe me."