She tried to divert Aunt Xiao's attention, but Aunt Xiao didn't know what was going on, and still stubbornly asked, "Why don't you call me Mom?"
Yang Liu saw that Xiao Yihan had left, and Lan Lan had also gone to the kitchen, so he blushed and whispered: "Auntie, I'll call you mother next time no one is around, okay?"
Although Aunt Xiao still had doubts, she saw that Yang Liu had agreed, so she didn't delve into it, and then said, "Xing'er, mother wants to listen to you play the flute." ” In order to appease her, Yang Liu had to endure the pain on her body and took out the flute.
The sky outside the window was dark, and the moonless night was indeed a bit scary, and the whole Xingshu Village was dark, without a trace of light.
She had just learned a new tune the other day, and Yang Liu planned to let Aunt Xiao be her first listener.
In fact, she knew best in her heart that she was blowing it to Aunt Xiao, but in fact it was blowing it to him upstairs.
The night is like water, a wisp of flute slowly rises, breaking the silence of the room, soothing and beautiful melody, like a spring dingdong, telling infinite love, melodious, such as butterflies dancing, tactful, such as gurgling water.
Yang Liu has worked this song, but no matter how beautiful the flute sounds, it is always pitch black upstairs, and there is not a trace of movement.
Before the song was finished, Aunt Xiao had already fallen asleep quietly, and Yang Liu felt exhausted, she habitually glanced at the room upstairs, but still couldn't see a trace of light.
Presumably he had fallen asleep.
Yang Liu sat there, staring at the staircase for a long time before getting up and leaving.
At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock at night, Lan Lan was cleaning up the kitchen alone, and when she saw that she was leaving, she immediately came out and said, "Sister Yang Liu, are you going back?"
Yang Liu nodded and said, "Aunt is asleep, I'm leaving." ” Before Yang Liu reached the entrance, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the stairs, and then, a voice said coldly: "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you." ” Yang Liu paused, and when he turned around, he found that the lights upstairs suddenly turned on at some point, and in the soft light and shadow, a tall figure was standing in the soft light and shadow.
He had changed into a home coat, a very simple set of clothes on him, but he could wear another taste.
He stood there quietly, looking fixedly at Willow's face with a pair of deep eyes.
Yang Liu's heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
Those eyes, although handsome and bright, exuded a cold luster in the pitch-black pupils, as if they did not have any temperature, but they were as sharp as a falcon, as if they saw her heart at once.
Yang Liu looked at him blankly, but after only a few seconds of staring at each other, she was defeated, lowered her head, and did not dare to look into his eyes again.
His expression didn't change much, but his eyes seemed to be getting darker and darker, staring at her gloomily, and he could see that Yang Liu was hairy.
After half a ring, he walked down the stairs, walked in front of Yang Liu, and asked softly, "Now you can tell the truth."
Yang Liu lowered his head and still didn't say a word.
Through the faint light in the living room, Xiao Yihan saw that Yang Liu's face was as pale as paper, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, I don't know if it was because he was nervous or too hot.
His eyebrows frowned, staring at her face, and there was a hint of imperceptible emotion in his eyes: "Who the hell did you such a heavy hand?"
Yang Liu's lowered eyebrows raised, pursed his lips lightly, and spit out two faint words, "It's okay" "It's okay" Xiao Yihan raised his voice slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Yang Liu saw his sneer, and his body shook involuntarily.
Xiao Yihan stared at Yang Liu and asked coldly: "It should have something to do with me?"
Yang Liu didn't have time to think about it, so he reflexively said "um".
Xiao Yihan's face suddenly froze into ice.
He suddenly remembered that that day, it was in this house, and it was also in this place that he kissed the girl in front of him unexpectedly, and he did all this in order to make that Xu Yanran die, at that moment, he seemed to see Xu Yanran's eyes revealing murderous aura.
So, is Xu Yanran taking revenge on her?
It was because of him.
But why should she hide it?
Seeing her scarred, ashen face, and low-browed eyes, Xiao Yihan's heart suddenly swelled with an indescribable pain, this feeling made him extremely flustered, but the next moment, he immediately suppressed the surging emotions and looked away from her.
His breathing became a little rapid, his hands clenched into fists, and he asked again in a dull tone: "Before, why didn't you tell me the truth" Yang Liu instinctively lowered his head and pursed his lips, and stood there timidly without speaking.
Xiao Yihan waited patiently for a while, and when he saw that she still didn't say anything, he asked impatiently: "Dumb."
His tone was very cold, Yang Liu felt a little nervous, and felt that her stomach began to hurt again, she frowned, feeling that if she didn't tell the truth, Xiao Yihan probably wouldn't give up.
She tried to calm down, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid you'll misunderstand." ” Her eyelids were hanging and never lifted, her long, curled eyelashes fluttered, like two small brushes, and her little lips were tightly pursed, and the look I saw pity did look very much like an apricot.
It was like an invisible hand grabbing Xiao Yihan's heart, and a sharp pain suddenly passed through his heart.
He jerked his gaze off her face, looked at a void place, and asked expressionlessly, "Did she do it?"
Yang Liu chuckled in his heart, but he wasn't sure how much he knew.
"Xu Yanran?"
It turned out that he knew, Yang Liu was a little stunned, she didn't tell anyone about this at all.
"How do you know?"
Xiao Yihan didn't answer her words, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it between his fingers.
Holding a lighter in the other hand, he lit it and spewed out a large eye circle.
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The room fell silent.
He suddenly stood up and walked up and down the room, smoking a cigarette as if he were restraining something.
Yang Liu calmed down for a moment before he muttered: "This is a matter between me and her, and it has nothing to do with you."
I'm not hurt very badly, don't take it personally. “ Yang Liu felt that it would be too embarrassing if this incident evolved into two women fighting for the sake of men.
So she repeatedly emphasized that this matter had nothing to do with him.
He stopped abruptly and looked at Yang Liu's face with a cold gaze.
Then, he suddenly roared in a suppressed voice: "Being beaten like this, and you have to defend her like this, which tendon is wrong for you" Yang Liu was taken aback by his sudden outburst of emotion, but he was a little inexplicably excited in his heart, does his appearance mean that he still cares about her He looked at the willow with low eyebrows, and seemed to be angry.
"Wasn't you quite able to fight before, why can't you do it this time?"
Yang Liu coughed and whispered, "That, because, she has brought a helper." ” "What kind of helper" Xiao Yihan was slightly stunned. t1706231537: