Scum attack, your father is here!

Chapter 22

The movement Qi Qingyun made was so great that Zhong Xue, who had been paying attention to him from the corner of her eye the whole time, felt her back tightened, and she almost stood up from the chair with a jerk, coming quickly like a flash. In front of him, she stretched out her fingertips to hold Qi Qingyun's wrist, showing worry, and said nervously:

"What's the matter, what did you say?"

While talking, Zhong Xuejin looked at Lin Yushan with vigilant eyes, and then calmly stepped forward to block Qi Qingyun in front of her, worrying too much, as if suspecting that this grade is over seventy years old It's like the old man will do something unfavorable to Qi Qingyun.

Lin Yushan: "..."

Qi Qingyun didn't notice Zhong Xuejin's small movements, she almost stared at his back in a daze, her eyes froze on Zhong Xuejin's body for a long time, she didn't speak for a long time, only after a while did she suddenly opened her lips, opening her mouth mechanically. After finishing his mouth, he suddenly shouted out of nowhere: "Yinyin."

His voice was like a gust of wind by the willows, soft and soft, with a sense of bewilderment, the ending and the tremor of the vocal cords were linked together, like a kitten's paw, scratching Zhong Xuejin's heart fiercely.

As soon as the deep and hoarse voice came out, just one sound was the familiarity from the depths of the soul. It was the first time I heard it again after more than ten years after Qi Qingyun's death. It was like being cut open by a sharp blade. Blood flowed out along the gap, revealing the wounds riddled with holes and the already numb nerves.

The still silent heart beat violently again, the eardrums were buzzing, and the blood was boiling, like boiling water, the hot blood rushed straight to the top of the head, almost washing away Zhong Xuejin's remaining reason in an instant, and making Zhong Xuejin's eyes In an instant, blood was red, and the heat almost rushed out of the eye sockets, and even the hands began to tremble slightly, until the fingertips were clenched into fists to stabilize the mind.

With his back to Qi Qingyun, Zhong Xuejin's pupils shrank suddenly, turning black, like a dim dry well, and it took a long time before he closed his eyes firmly.

As long as Qi Qingyun stands in front of him, it only takes a second to see the trace of subconsciously opening her mouth to answer from this face.

But it's a pity, when Zhong Xuejin opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to the blankness of ignorance, and when he turned around to face Qi Qingyun, there was just the right amount of doubt on his face:

"What did you call me?"

The doubt and bewilderment in his eyes are like a wave of clean water. When he looks at it, it is endless, clear and clean, and does not seem to be fake. The flame of doubt in Qi Qingyun's heart, which is already disturbed, is instantly extinguished, like a soft claw just stretched out by a small animal. When the pad touched the sharp thorn, it immediately retracted into the soft hole.

Seeing the obvious confusion on Zhong Xuejin's face, Qi Qingyun's heart skipped a beat - could it be that he has identified the wrong person?

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun's eyes darkened, she quietly avoided Zhong Xuejin's sight, her brain was thinking fast.

When I was talking to Lin Yushan just now, Zhong Xuejin was basking in the sun not far away two or three meters away. Although I kept my voice low just now, it is hard to guarantee that Zhong Xue would never listen to a word. If you have doubts and deal with them in advance, it is normal to act like you don't know.

But why?

If Zhong Xuejin was reborn at the same time as himself, why didn't he recognize himself immediately?

Or, even though he was reborn, he lost his memories of the past, so that he didn't come to recognize him immediately?

Countless thoughts and guesses appeared in her mind like snowflakes, which gave Qi Qingjun a headache, but her face was barely calm, even when Zhong Xuejin cast a doubtful glance at herself, she was still calm: "It's okay. .”

But once doubt appears like a seed, it will quickly take root in the dusty soil of the past, and eventually grow into a towering tree, breaking through the chaos and confusion that has always been, and the goal in the mind suddenly becomes clear and clear.

"Let's go, don't disturb uncle's drawing."

Qi Qingyun stretched out her hand, put her palm on Zhong Xuejin's shoulder, and with a light effort, pressed him into her arms, raised her head and smiled at Lin Yushan:

"Thank you uncle for what you said to me today, I will go back and think about it carefully."

After finishing speaking, from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhong Xuejin, who was silently bowing his head in his arms, showing only a twirling hair, moved his fingertips down, and put his arms firmly around his waist. He didn't know when it would start, There was already an extremely cold aggression in his eyes.

"You come with me."

Qi Qingyun pulled Zhong Xuejin who was staggering, and directly led him around Qi Yousui who was still working hard in the courtyard to plan wood, and pulled Zhong Xuejin to the back room, pressing him against the wall.

The two were very close for a while, their eyes met, their breaths were intertwined, Zhong Xuejin could even see the fine hairs on Qi Qingyun's face, and his mind was shaken for a while.

He originally thought that Qi Qingyun pressed him here to do something to him, but he didn't expect that Qi Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said directly: "How old are you now?"

Zhong Xuejin went to school late, and was one or two years older than Qi Qingyun. When the two became classmates, Zhong Xuejin would become an adult not long after.

Zhong Xue never expected that Qi Qingyun would ask this question, she cast aside the filthiness of her thoughts in her heart, glanced at Qi Qingyun, and after a while slowly opened her mouth: "I just finished my 17th birthday."

Qi Qingyun let out a "hmm" when she heard the words, and then without saying a word of nonsense, she stretched out her hand, and her fingertips nimbly penetrated into Zhong Xuejin's waist like a snake, and without a word, she directly pulled the other party out and stuffed it into his mouth. The corner of the trouser waist.

Zhong Xuejin: "......"

His Qi Qingyun's eyes widened in surprise on the spot, and he opened his mouth. Before he could ask, he felt the warm fingertips moving up and down his lower back, and his face involuntarily became hot, almost blushing. When steam was about to come out, he quickly clasped Qi Qingyun's wrist, glanced at the surroundings, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Yousui who was casting a suspicious look at the two of them, he was so ashamed that he almost touched the ground with his toes, and stammered:

"Here, now, no...."

After saying this, he glanced at Qi Qingyun, and as if he was afraid that the other party would be unhappy, he turned a corner and hurriedly made amends, and tentatively said:

"How about...waiting for me to become an adult?"

"..." Qi Qingyun raised her head and glanced at him silently, stepped forward and used her body to block Qi Yousui's stunned sight, and pulled Zhong Xuejin into her arms with all her strength. Arms were like iron hoops around Zhong Xuejin's waist, and the fingertips of the other hand were on Zhong Xuejin's shoulders. With a light turn, the other party's back was facing him, and then Zhong Xuejin was pressed down. on the wall.

The cold wall was pressed against the chest, and Qi Qingyun's warm and thin body was behind her. The heat followed Qi Qingyun's movements from her waist to her face. With Qi Qingyun's method, she couldn't help curling her fingers slightly, and said weakly in shame:

"It's not good to start here."

The hem of his back waist was pulled open, and the edge of his jeans was flicked gently with his fingertips.

Qi Qingyun's lips stuck to the side of Zhong Xuejin's face, moving slightly upwards, rubbing each other gently, with a low voice:

"Should I help you, or will you do it yourself?"

His voice was very low, even a little hoarse, and with the sexy and burning breath in his ears, Zhong Xuejin, who was almost all sensitive, felt her legs go limp, and she fell directly into his arms, but was caught by Qi Qing. Jun was firmly in his arms, and he didn't get hurt at all.

Zhong Xue had no idea why Qi Qingyun suddenly wanted to do this, it was obvious that the other party was cold-tempered and not impatient at all.

But Qi Qingyun knew one thing in her heart.

That was at the beginning, when the two people just expressed their hearts to each other, like all young couples who fell in love, they tried every means to leave their own marks on each other.

But the two of them are students after all, they can't do anything, they can only kiss each other, but such things as hickeys may disappear after a few days, which made Zhong Xue feel extremely regretful at that time.

So on the day of Zhong Xuejin's 17th birthday, Zhong Xuejin went to the tattoo shop secretly to get a small bamboo pattern tattooed. Because he was afraid of pain, the tattoo was not big, but it was specially tattooed on the lower back, so every time since then Every time the two of them sit with Ai, Qi Qingyun will especially kiss his back and waist, making the already sensitive Zhong Xue burst into tears, muttering countless times that she regrets that she shouldn't get tattooed here.

Counting the time, if Zhong Xuejin was reborn 16 years later at about the same time as himself, then Zhong Xuejin would definitely have a tattoo on his lower back.

As long as he sees this tattoo, Qi Qingyun will be able to get 100% the answer, knowing whether this person is Zhong Xuejin or not.

"..." Zhong Xue didn't know what Qi Qingyun was thinking, she was so confused by Qi Qingyun's voice, it took her a long time to come back to her senses, and she looked at Qi Qingyun's fingertips Having already moved to the front, Zhong Xuejin quickly grabbed his wrist and whispered:

"Don't, don't be here...."

The son is still there.

"I'll give you one last chance to take it off by myself." Qi Qingyun has always respected Zhong Xuejin very much. Hearing this, she really stopped and stared at Zhong Xuejin. She didn't say anything clearly, but the aggression in her eyes was very strong. My heart trembled, and I felt that something was wrong.

Qi Qingyun gently pinched Zhong Xuejin's neck with her fingertips, pushed him against the wall, and forced him to raise his head. His movements were gentle but strong, and his thumb rubbed Zhong Xuejin's chin. Laughing:

"Don't take it off, I'll come by myself."

"...Someone." Zhong Xuejin looked at Qi Yousui who was behind Qi Qingyun, clutched his back, beat him to death without showing Qi Qingyun, and vowed to maintain her bottom line in front of her son And dignity, red ears in shame:

"Take it off, not only, but all, all are exposed."

"It's just the two of us here, what are you afraid of." Qi Qingyun's face was full of interest, and his brain quickly calculated the time when Zhong Xue's tattoo was done, and said slowly:

"Get off quickly."

"......" Zhong Xue had no choice but to pretend to be angry, pushed Qi Qingyun hard, bit her lips and said:

"How can you play a hooligan!"

"If you don't take it off now, I won't play tricks on you if you beg me to play hooligans on you in the future." Qi Qingyun could only give him a meaningful look, half threatening and half coaxing.

Zhong Xuejin was anxious and angry, water mist quickly floated in his eyes, but he dared not speak out, he only stared at Qi Qingyun with his eyes, like a little milk dog biting his master's trousers to tear down the house, there is no deterrence at all No.

Qi Qingyun looked at him leisurely, as if she had made up her mind to look at his lower back today. Before the other party could react, she instantly pushed him into a deeper corner of the wall, completely blocking Qi Yousui's sight, and then moved her fingertips On Zhong Xuejin's metal zipper, slightly downward.

As the cloth fell off unexpectedly, Zhong Xuejin felt that the sight behind him became more and more hot, almost burning through his body, and subconsciously wanted to resist, but Qi Qingyun covered his mouth and completely burned his upper body pressed against the wall.

Zhong Xue was so crushed that she couldn't move, she let out a sob for a while, as if venting her anger, under Qi Qingyun's movements, her limbs trembled, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, tears were almost forced out.

Qi Qingyun was determined to get an answer. She glanced at Zhong Xuejin's shame-covered pink skin, and smiled inexplicably, but did not take off the cloth, but only used her fingertips to get an answer. Hooked the edge, slowly pulled it down until it reached a place he was familiar with, and glanced lightly.

Just looking at it like this, the moment his eyes touched that skin, Zhong Xue could only feel that the arms around his waist were exerted suddenly, almost with the strength to strangle him to death, and the words in his ears matched his fingertips. The twirling almost made Zhong Xuejin's heart skip a beat, and the fear of the unknown rushed into his brain, almost making his brain go blank for an instant:

"Here's a tattoo..."