Starlight Has No Past

The snow on the road has been removed, but the vehicles are still few.

Ye Qiao wrapped in a white down jacket, his expression was almost integrated into the snow: "What is her name?"

Zhou Wei looked at the road and glared back: "Hey."

"What about a single person?"

"……Yes."

The atmosphere suddenly silenced, and each other faintly guessed why the other party did not speak.

Ye Qiao looked out the window of the car, the pupil did not focus, said: "The prisoner who gave me the heart, also surnamed."

"I heard that her husband died early, and her daughter did not even see her father's face. She followed her mother's surname. Her husband did illegal things, and after the death, the family could not live in peace. Losing money to pay for debts is often. She is very Awesome, one person feeds both mother and daughter."

The raging past, in her mouth, was surprisingly dull. The warm air of the car is so faint, and Ye Qiao’s head is warm and mellow, and he will not be able to hear what he said: “My father is very sorry for her.”

"...Is there anything I am sorry about?" Zhou Yishen did not dare to look back.

"She could have executed without a sentence, and even got a chance. It was my father who lied." Ye Qiao didn't know who he was talking to, and he laughed in ridiculousness. "It was later heard that she was guilty of others. A student for my father."

Ye Qiao turned his head back, and Zhou Yan’s side face reflected the snow, and the outline had a distorted luster. She turned around like a life and death book, and suddenly she turned: "You said that you have studied Chinese painting, do you remember? When my father holds the pen, the first joint of the index finger will straighten up. You are the same."

He used this posture to make a mark that could not be worn under her heart.

The more people are afraid of anything, the more they will tend to attribute the clues to why. Fear of being abandoned by the lover, so the clues are timid; fear of being accused by the boss, so the shackles are still uneasy; they are afraid of ghosts, so when they walk the night, they fear the corners and the grass, fearing that foreign objects will come. .

This is the ghost in her heart. She all said to listen to him.

Zhou Weishen stopped in front of the red light and pulled out a cigarette. He rarely touched smoke recently, but then he clicked in front of her and lowered the window. The north wind stagnate the crystal, calling on the face of the person, a knife-like pain. Zhou Wei deep half of his face was frozen, and his lips trembled when he contained smoke. Ye Qiao greeted the cold wind, and the hunch in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The forehead was sore in the ice, and it seemed that she was blocking her even the seasons. She said stubbornly: "My father has received a student. Last name Zhou."

"Don't talk about it." Zhou Yushen closed the window, and the air in the confined space suddenly filled with smoke and lacked oxygen.

Cold and smoked must be subject to the same.

He violently wiped out the smoke and did not understand why it was.

Fortunately, there are still three kilometers left, and it must be in the same boat. There is an imminent thing at the moment, which is a relief. Ye Qiao really stopped saying, laughing at himself: "You already know. Just didn't tell me."

Red light, the car stops.

Zhou Yishen did not speak a word, and prayed that the journey was long.

However, the cherished time passed the fastest, and several bends arrived at the municipal hospital.

Lying on the white bed, two small nurses walked around and said, "One has just seen Ye Qiao in the outpatient building. The real person is more beautiful than on TV." One said: "You are the first time." See you? She went to the hospital to burn the last time, but also came to our hospital for treatment. The arrangement was big, and someone sent flowers every day." The two saw the patients who had just awakened and looked at them with their eyes, only to sneak in.

One of the nurses gave her a basic check, and the wounds did not touch the water. The attitude of the cooperation was very good. I only asked: "Is my family informed? Why haven't you come yet?"

The nurses were well-informed, and the suicidal little girl was treated with shallow wounds. The awareness of survival was stronger than that of the medical staff. They did not need to do psychological counseling. They said: "Notice, this time should be here."

He held the gauze on his wrist and smiled. The nurse couldn't stand it. He advised: "You little girls, don't be alive because of a little trifle. You can't think of it. There are contradictions to solve, and it is most useless to hurt your body. "Looking coldly at her, I can't leave without lying on the bed."

Her condition did not require hospitalization, but the patient was on the bed, the nurse did not rush, and holding the case book, shook his head.

It’s not Zhou Weishen who came in to visit.

Ye Qiao alone and two nurses passed by, quietly leaning on the door.

Her pace was too light, and it took me a while to see her, and her smile suddenly fell: "What are you doing?"

Ye Qiao was amazed at her stinging attitude and asked, "Do you know me?"

His eyes flashed, and he said: "The big star, who doesn't know."

This may have deceived others, but Ye Qiao has always had the ability to see the human eye. He brought the door back and sat down on the chair next to the bed. The opening was: "You look very much like your mother."

The sly expression passed a moment of horror, but I don’t know how to deny it: "How do you know..."

Ye Qiao gently clicked on the position of the left chest: "I can recognize you here."

In the hallway, Zhou Wei was leaning against the window, with a row of blue seats next to him, and his empty silhouette reflected his empty silhouette.

He knew that there would be such a day.

From the first touch of her bones, kissing her skin began for his fiery heartbeat. He thought that with his own efforts for so many years, there should be an end. Where to start, where to end.

She is like a round of the moon, but the lonely moon. That kind of loneliness is like a fascinating cold light on the journey, lingering in the swine of sin and self-struggling, with a similar glow to him.

He wants to be with her.

The golden lighter was in front of the window, picking up a star flame and extinguishing it in the cold wind. So many times, there is no longer a fire.

The oil and gas leaked silently and was blown away by the cold wind.

I don't know how many times I tried it, and the ward door was suddenly pushed. Ye Qiao came out and faced him.

Zhou Weishen is like a person who hasn’t talked for a long time, and the vocal cords are a little bit dry: "How?"

"The wound was cut very shallow, it didn't matter. She was very good and actively cooperated with the treatment." Ye Qiao came to him with his hands in his pockets. After saying this, he asked, "Would you like to go in and see for yourself?"

Considering two seconds, Zhou Yanshen said: "Forget it." He threw the lighter into the trash can and slammed. "She has to squat once, and maybe she will cut it every day."

He knows very well about his character. It’s just a slap in the face, and I’m not willing to be as strict as ordinary parents, thinking that I can use my sincerity to influence, but instead make people love it.

Some people also thought that his embarrassment would harm her. However, at that time, it was too young to resist the will of the fathers. It was only possible to compensate the other party with the only strength, but it was so impossible.

Zhou Yishen is not innocent, and slowly walks with Ye Qiao.

Going to the garden of the inpatient department, the ground is slippery and icy, and the two are facing the frost and snow, and there is an illusion of walking to the whitehead.

Zhou Yishen first said: "What did you just say to her?"

"Talked about things that have no margins. Tell her that I have had psychological problems. I will slowly improve after meeting you. But you are not everyone's solution, if she needs, I can introduce her to a psychiatrist."

Ye Qiao said in great detail, as if he was afraid of ending this topic, there is nothing to say.

"I guess she must hate my dad and tell her not to. My father is a very proud and particularly high-ranking person. When he is unknown, he can't even give a picture to a high-ranking official who appreciates him. I like it the most. The essay question is my father, even when I write my mother, I have to praise my father.

"But I didn't say anything. It doesn't make sense to say it." Ye Qiao paused and said, "My father is for me. I want her to hate me."

Even if the father loves her, she is wearing a sin crown for her removal. She still knows that this love is heavy.

She once wanted to be the man's pride. She once tried her best to be the glory of his heart, but in the end it became the only smudge in his clean and dustless life.

Her father. She is hard to read.

It’s been a long time.

At the end of the day, I thought that I would end in silence. Zhou Wei suddenly stopped and couldn’t help but say that Ye Qiao circled into his arms. The deep breath was condensed into fog in the deep winter air, a long shapeless group. Ye Qiao ran into his chest and slammed his heart and felt that all the sighs were like solid bodies in the ice and snow.

She stretched out her red hand and patted him behind his back: "It's okay. I didn't blame you."

Zhou Yishen tightened her hair and her throat rolled but she stopped.

Ye Qiao likes to appease a wounded beast and gently sway along his soft coat: "What did you say to me because of me, or this heart?"

"It's you," he said.

"I thought about giving up, on the boat." Zhou Wei was leaning on her neck. "Liang Wei has persuaded many times that it is best if we don't have an intersection. But I can't do it."

The ice blocked the trail, Ye Qiao had no way to go, took a deep breath, and the nose was full of crushed ice: "I don't know what I am feeling now." It was calm, but she knew it would not be so calm. Some things that are not calm are too deep. From the ice in my heart, she can't find it.

"Fate sometimes loves to make fun of people. I just can't think that this joke will come to me."

She said so.

It was a night of heavy snowfall, and the airports adjacent to several cities were suspended.

The world is caught in the boundless dark night of the snow.

Ye Qiao has a deeper cold and started to burn. Zhou Yanshen gave her a temperature, thirty-eight degrees five, but she was stubborn and would not go to the hospital.

A large bed cuts a watershed, and each of them rolls a quilt to sleep at both ends. In the middle of the night, Joe was burnt, and he went to Zhou Wei’s deep pocket. I don’t know what to whisper.

Zhou Hao deepened to turn on the lights, the faint light did not shine in the big room, only a small light can be provided for mutual dependence.

Ye Qiao was a little awake, and felt a bit of a headache. Zhang mouth did not know what he was saying: "...I did not apologize to her."

The dream is still entangled, she really did not show as calm and indifferent.

Zhou Yanshen gently "Hmm?", holding her skeleton as if to be spalled.

Her voice was calm and calm: "She likes you. Can't you see it?"

Zhou Yan’s eyes were drooping, and he said for a long time: “...you can see it.”

Therefore, in the past two years, he rarely visited again, thinking that distance can kill the immature affection of the girl.

It’s hard to see the eyelids, and Ye Qiao is hard to bear tears: “I am very embarrassed. But she likes you, so I have no apologies.”

She murmured: "Apologizing is very consuming. If you are not willing to give everything to compensate, such an apology is just pretending."

The hot tears accumulate in the body, turning into a flood of no top.

Ye Qiao bit his lower lip, his voice is low and inaudible: "Zhou Yushen. I really want to apologize to her."

Zhou Wei's deep circle arm held her tighter, and Ye Qiao's body was hot, making him feel like a cold-blooded animal. If you were not so arrogant at the beginning, there would be no today. Everything is the shackle of the past, and no matter who will list him for crimes, he can recognize it. Only she, pointing all the crimes to her own, placed him under the umbrella of invisible protection.

On these two days, she seems to have exhausted tears for ten years. The sin of the dream was put in front of him, deeper than expected, but she was more greedy than she had imagined. Ye Qiao thought that he was talking in his dreams, and soon fell into a deeper and darker dream. The little devil in **** got into her head and said that she would have died ten years ago. Why should she live to this day? My questioning folder was hidden in a sharp sneaky scorpion and asked her: "You have already taken my mother, why should you rob him?"

Wearing a sinful body seems to be a big mistake as long as it is alive.

High fever until the second day, Ye Qiao has some ambiguity.

Qianxi was called to be a professional nurse, and he took a doctor and gave Ye Qiao a venous needle to stop.

When the cousin’s **** was beside Ye Qiao, she was anxious that she was not awake: “It’s so bad to burn, and I’m sure I’ll send it to the hospital.”

"She doesn't want to go." Zhou has tried it many times. Ye Qiao can always give up the power that is not a patient when he is moved, and he resists treatment without hesitation.

"The cousin's body has been losing money, how to do it when it burns out..." Qianxi used earth to give her a towel, and was anxious to turn around. "Cousin, her father just fell ill, I heard that I wanted to see her before, just got on the plane. Sudden heart attack, stopped by the airport personnel to send medicine, since then it has not been much better. This gene is really bad."

Zhou Yan’s gesture of snoring reminded her not to say at Ye Qiao’s bed.

Qianxi confuses his hair and says, "I just took time off to live here. If the cousin has something wrong, my dad must ask me to come and see."