There was a slight smile on his face, and he stiffened at such a moment.

How can she answer this question?

It’s not a good idea to say like it, and it’s not good to say it doesn’t like it.

I always feel that there is something inexplicable, lying in the middle of them.

Mother Mu was very silent when she saw her: "Doesn't it matter if you don't like it? Aunt is not a kind of unreasonable person. If you don't like it, you don't like it."

"Auntie." Ling Qingge's eyes flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and he recovered calmly in the blink of an eye. "I'm still young, and it doesn't matter at all in this regard."

Mu Mu took off the scarf on her neck directly and spared her neck a few times.

"In such a cold day, you should wear a little more, your body is not good, you should learn to keep warm, you should learn to take care of yourself."

The warm heat source, Ling Qingge's neck was wrapped at once.

Wrapped her body all at once.

Ling Qingge understood that this was her gesture.

In fact, Mu Yancheng's mother didn't need to do this step at all.

She took off the scarf directly, put it in her hand, and smiled: "Auntie, I have to go back to the classroom to get something, and I won't give you away..."

"Why are you so out of this boy!"

Ling Qingge stepped back a few steps, and his eyes were particularly appraised.

"Auntie, I believe you know better than anyone. The moment I was sent to my uncle by my biological father means that I have nothing to do with that society, that class. I know that the aunt wants me to recover, Only then did Mu Yancheng send me things, but I really don’t want to enter that world anymore. I’m fine now, and I enjoy all this.”

Ling Qingge smiled with ease: "Life here is very simple. If there is no Mu Yancheng, I can guarantee that this is definitely the best memory in my life. No matter what happens in the future, I will definitely treasure this memory. stand up."

"Auntie just wants you to get along well with Yan Cheng!"

"If my mother didn't die before, and if I didn't suffer from anorexia, I would definitely be happy to hear your words, but it won't work now!" Ling Qingge finished his words...

Suddenly realized that she came to this task to do the most thing, that is, through their own words, I hope they can understand what they mean.

Only the result is a bit unsatisfactory.

She lowered her head and held the corner tightly.

Show the left arm.

The cold east wind blew directly on her delicate and fair... No, it was the scarred left arm.

It seems that everything is silent.

Deep and shallow scars...

There are so many traces...

Observed from the outside, it is enough to prove.

She hurt herself very often.

This is the scar that the original owner himself carried.

It is estimated that after suffering from anorexia, he saw his ugly self in the mirror.

I can't accept it.

So I came up with such a way to hurt myself...

"Auntie, I know you are for my good, but I really don’t want to go back to the original world. Where, I am very painful and uncomfortable... Now I just want a very simple day, despite my skinny skinny , Was ridiculed by many people, but much better than before." Ling Qingge's lowered voice, as much as possible to restrain the tears in his eyes...