coobybook Chapter 182 Longing
Chapter 182 Longing
Even at night, Song Yu took the initiative to suggest sleeping on the same bed.
Qing Ling tried his best to suppress the excitement in his eyes.
Even when Song Yu was sleeping beside him, really just sleeping, he still didn't give up: "Ayu."
Song Yu looked at him sideways before he said the next sentence.
"Shut up and go to sleep. There are still two days left and you must get enough rest." Song Yu said.
Qing Ling said: "Only two days..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Yu.
She said, "Can't sleep?"
Qingling hummed.
Song Yu said: "Then let's talk."
Qing Ling hesitated. He didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to do something more interesting.
The hand at his side clenched and unclenched, and finally sighed helplessly: "Ayu, what do you want to say?"
Song Yu said, "After everything is settled, let's go back to Biluo Village and then travel around the world, okay?"
"it is good."
"When the time comes, if we encounter beautiful scenery or local customs and practices we like along the way, we can stay there for three or two days, or even for a short period of time." Song Yu looked forward to his future life.
"it is good."
"If you have no money, I will practice medicine and treat patients. If I meet rich patients, I will charge more, and if I meet poor patients, I will charge less. If there are any troublemakers, you can beat them all down."
"it is good."
"But we can't hit them too hard, or our identities will be exposed. Besides, if we hit them too hard, we'll have to pay compensation."
"it is good."
"We can also write a travelogue and compile it into a book. Maybe it can be passed down to future generations."
"it is good."
"How can you say yes? You have no opinions or ideas to express?" Song Yu was slightly dissatisfied with Qingling's seemingly perfunctory answer.
Qing Ling said: "Because you said it very well."
Song Yu pouted and said, "You can't just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor. You also need to plan carefully. After all, you know this world better than I do."
"it is good!"
"You said it again..." Song Yu kept muttering, and before he knew it, he felt sleepy and fell asleep gradually.
Qing Ling looked at Song Yu's peaceful sleeping face, raised his hand to caress her eyebrows, and said softly: "As long as it's you, it's all good."
The moonlight outside the window is cunning, and the moonlight falls on the eaves. A few fireflies, which flicker on and off, are resting on the moss on the green tiles.
On the small platform on the roof, Qingluo had a rosy face and drunken eyes. She was holding a jar of wine in her hand, and there were several jars of wine placed crookedly beside her.
She tilted her head back, looked at the cold bright moon, sneered, raised her hand, and let the cold and spicy wine flow into her mouth.
The wine, which she didn't have time to swallow, overflowed from the corners of her lips and wet her clothes, but she didn't care.
"Saint!" A faint sound came from the green tiles beside him, accompanied by a clear young man's voice.
Qingluo put down the wine jar, glanced sideways, saw who was coming, and immediately showed annoyance on her face: "You, get out!"
Qingxi looked at the man who was obviously drunk and did not move.
Qingluo saw that he was still standing there, unmoved. The next moment, she threw the wine jar in her hand straight towards Qingxi.
Qingxi was quick to catch the wine jar, preventing it from rolling off the roof and causing a commotion.
When Qingluo saw him take it, she turned around and picked up another jar of wine beside her.
Another round of drinking.
Qingxi frowned as he watched from the side.
Thinking of Song Yu's warning, he still spoke: "Saint, you are still injured, it is really not appropriate for you to drink."
"Shut up!" Qingluo's face was covered with a layer of annoyance.
She turned her head to look at Qingxi and hooked her finger at him: "Since you don't want to leave, then come here."
Qingxi hesitated for a moment, then walked over, the tiles under his feet making a crackling sound.
"Sit down." Qingluo looked up at Qingxi.
Qingxi sat down as he was told. The moment he sat down, Qingluo leaned over and put one hand on Qingxi's shoulder.
Her face was full of charm: "Am I good-looking?"
Qingxi's body was a little stiff. He glanced at the subtle dark spots on her face and said, "The Saint is extremely beautiful."
Qingluo raised her hand and touched his face: "Do you like it?"
Qingxi tried his best to resist the urge to push the person in his arms away and said, "I dare not."
Qingluo chuckled softly, and the sound was right next to Qingxi's ears. He felt like his ears were hurting from the vibration.
Qingluo finished laughing and said, "Why not? How old are you this year? Fifteen? Sixteen?"
Qingxi said: "Fifteen. I dare not offend the Saint."
Qingluo's nails slid back and forth on Qingxi's cheek, as if there were small insects crawling on her face, but she couldn't drive her hands away from her face like she would a bug.
So he could only try his best to endure it.
"So tell me, who is prettier, me or Song Yu?" Qingluo's voice was full of charm.
Qingxi said without looking away, "The Saint Lady is extremely beautiful, and Miss Song is also as pretty as a flower."
"Who do you choose, me or her?" Qingluo asked.
Qingxi was silent for a moment, then said, "Saint Lady, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. I will take you back."
"Pa!" A slap hit Qingxi's face, knocking his face to the side.
"You all chose her, why, why, what's so good about her." Qingluo yelled and threw the wine jar in her hand away.
The sound of the jar falling to the ground and breaking finally startled the lonely night.
Qingxi watched her suddenly go crazy, her hair disheveled and her expression frantic. She staggered to her feet, muttering, "Why?"
Qingxi also stood up and grabbed her wrist and said, "The girl is kind-hearted. If it weren't for her, I would have been suffering in purgatory for the rest of my life."
"Purgatory? Suffering? Haha, have you seen purgatory? Do you know what suffering is?" Qingluo's face was full of sarcasm.
Qingxi said: "I know, I was kidnapped into a bandit's den when I was eight years old. They forced me to kill people, people I didn't know, innocent people. Either they died, or I died with them.
The knife was blunt, one strike wasn't enough to kill them. They were still struggling. Two strikes, three strikes...
I killed people, but they still didn't let me go. They wanted me to kill more people. I begged them to let me go, but they just laughed, a crazy laugh.
Later, they stopped letting me kill people and just beat me, beating me like an animal.
I didn't want to die. Living in such pain was more painful than death. Until the girl appeared, she took me out of purgatory and let me live again.
She didn't care about my past. She helped me. She said she helped me not because she wanted anything in return, but because she wanted me to live a good and better life in the future.
The night wind brought with it the heat, blowing my dress.
Qingluo looked at the young man beside her, saw the piety on his face, and listened to every word he spoke.
A trace of jealousy suddenly welled up in my heart.
But I didn't know what I was jealous of.
When Qingling heard the sudden sound of breaking, he immediately went to check if Song Yu was awakened.
Fortunately, Song Yu was sleeping soundly and was not affected.
He sat up alone and looked at the closed window.
There was a frightening coldness in his eyes.