Chapter 67 Damn Sweetheart

There were so many people on the street that Xu Xu was holding Qiqi's hand tightly, for fear of losing her.

Qiqi really wanted to get lost, really.

In this way, there is no need to endure the pain of uncle Qi staring at them behind.

Like a man on his back.

Who made this idiom? It's too appropriate.

This is not shopping, this is torture.

Her brain stopped turning at the moment when Uncle Qi said good words.

Sister Xu pulled her out, followed by Uncle Qi, all of which seemed to have happened somehow.

Because she couldn't accept it yet.

She couldn't convince herself.

But there was still a corner in her heart telling her that after meeting Uncle Xu, Qi Shu became less like Qi Shu.

"Well, is it good?"

Xu Shu stuffed a ball into her mouth.

Poor little girl, so afraid of her uncle, she would not even say a word when she went out to play.

No wonder that in ancient times this junior was respectful to his elders.

Obviously Qi Muran is only three or four years older than Seventy-seven. As a result, every time Qiqi sees him, he looks like a monster of three or four thousand years old.

In order to ease the tension in Qiqi, Xu Shu held her hand to shake, "I'll sing a song for you."

Seventy-seven: "Song?"

"Ok."

They were walking towards the Tianhu Long Street, where people were full of voices and colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky.

However, Xu Shu also likes this quiet alley now, with red lanterns hanging on both sides of Qingshiban Street, forming a sharp contrast with the noise.

She cleared her throat and opened her mouth slowly, "I hold a small paper umbrella, sighing that the marriage is too gentle, the rain is falling in the mist, and asking where is the end of the world, midnight flute, residual flute sound, secretly, through the window, in front of the candlestick I'm still thinking, little scull, paddling, little paper umbrella, shelter from rain and moonlight. * "

The soft voice touched the bluestone slab and slowly spread out.

I forgot to breathe in the middle of the day, for fear of disturbing Xu Shu's singing.

The singing had stopped for a long time, and she was still immersed in it and could not extricate herself.

In the eyes of Qiqi, the entire alleyway became more hazy and beautiful.

Qi Muran did not speak.

On the bluestone slabs were the sound of their feet, and the sound of rain dripping from the eaves.

"Sister Xu, are you ... a sweetheart?"

Qi Muran's eyes shot sharply at Qiqi, but unfortunately she didn't feel her back.

Sweetheart?

He still remembers that she said that she was hunted by Moxianpu because she fled without authorization, in order to find her damn sweetheart who may have been dead for a long time.

Xu Shu was also stunned by this question.

Suddenly remembered that I seemed to have a "lover".

The one who was discovered by Moxianpu and then executed in secret ... sweetheart.

He couldn't believe it because he was "passionate", so he even escaped from Moxianbao and looked for his traces everywhere.

Oops, you ca n't fall apart.

"Behind the scenes" Xu Shu showed a beautiful smile, "Yeah, but he ... already ..."

Qi Muran: "Dead."

Xu Shu: "Keekekeke ..."

Qiqi wanted to look back at her uncle Qi.

How can there be so much salt on others' wounds.

No matter how dare she, she could only comfort her with a distressing tone: "No wonder your singing is so sad."

Xu Shu would like to say that he is a sad ghost, but the dedicated "post-Xu Ying" will never let people collapse.

So ... she lowered her head. "Yes, it's been so long. I thought I didn't look sad anymore."

I don't know why, she thinks this line is ...

Qi Muran turned sharply.

Xu Shu: Hey? Is the line disgusting to him?

*: Lyrics from "All Night Under the Rain" Lyrics: Fang Wenshan Composer: Jay Chou Sings: Jay Chou

(End of this chapter)