When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

The nicks left by time repeatedly can only be smoothed out by time.

Goodbye with friends, in a sunny but not too sunny weather.

Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang looked forward to it, and they were surprised when they heard Zhou Qinglang say that they were in love.

After all, Zhou Qinglang was completely a cold-hearted person in their hearts, and it became even more scary after a few days, and it was quite strange that they would suddenly talk about someone.

"Zhao Tianhang, what kind of person is it that you can surrender Zhou Qinglang?"

Lin Qiushui curiously guessed, pulling Zhao Tianhang's sleeves, unable to contain his excitement.

It seemed that there was a picture flashing in Zhao Tianhang's mind, which quickly made him unable to grasp, but made him aware of it.

Zhao Tianhang pondered: "I think he should be a very gentle person."

Lin Qiushui: "Gentle? Wouldn't it be a disadvantage in Zhou Qinglang's hands."

Lin Qiushui was still guessing there, Zhou Qinglang had already brought the person.

Seeing that curvy figure, Lin Qiushui was startled.

"This, this, this is a girl... Isn't that even worse!"

Zhao Tianhang thought that Lin Qiushui was going to say something repulsive, but he sighed for a long time, and he actually jumped out such a sentence.

"Hello, I am a summer evening pair."

Xia Wanshuang stretched out his hands and looked at his friends when they were still young.

Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang haven't changed much, they are still as they remembered. Lin Qiushui is bluffing and Zhao Tianhang is calm and silent.

"Hello, this is Zhao Tianhang."

Zhao Tianhang and Xia Wan nodded both, their eyes were gentle.

"Hello, my name is Lin Qiushui. I don't know how, there is always a feeling of being at first sight."

Lin Qiushui was always a little shy towards her beautiful sister, holding Xia Wanshuang's hands, she quickly withdrew her hands from Zhou Qinglang's cannibalistic sight.

"Really, little vinegar jar, you still have to stare at me with a hand."

Lin Qiushui murmured softly, and the familiar title spit out from his mouth seemed to bring Xia Wanshuang and Zhou Qinglang back to their first youth.

It seems that nothing has changed, but everything has changed again.

Xia Wan calmly took care of Zhou Qinglang's emotions, gave her a sense of security as much as possible, and put Zhou Qinglang at the top of her life.

Zhou Qinglang always seemed to be okay, but Xia Wanshuang knew that she would be trapped in a dark dream every night, tortured as if she couldn't escape.

Fang Wanwan quipped her: "I didn't expect that we both are still in love, so we are so clingy to the object every day, shy and shy."

Xia Wanshuang knew that she should have smiled sweetly to agree, but she really couldn't laugh.

Her girl suffered too much pain that she didn't know and couldn't imagine, and she felt distressed.

Xiawan Shuangyuan thought that Zhou Qinglang had a nightmare every night, and he was just uneasy.

Until one day, Lin Qiushui took them to eat together and poured Zhou Qinglang a lot of wine.

It might be really feasible to use wine to pour their sorrows. Lin Qiushui and Zhou Qinglang both drank it, but Xia Wanshuang and Zhao Tianhang didn't touch the wine much, they were still sober.

"Then we go back, and you must pay attention to safety on the road."

Xia Wanshuang helped Zhou Qinglang up and said goodbye to Zhao Tianhang.

"You guys remember to send me a message."

Zhao Tianhang instructed that when the taxi was stopped in the summer evening, he took a picture of the car's license plate number under the watch of the driver.

He is still the thoughtful and attentive boy, smiling at the corners of his mouth in Xia Wan, waving his hand at Zhao Tianhang.

Zhou Qinglang was drunk, but it seemed that he was not drunk.

She kept her eyes open and looked straight at Xia Wanshuang, blinking occasionally.

Xia Wanshuang just helped her home all the way. She wanted to go to the bathroom to wash Zhou Qinglang's face and hands with a basin of water, but Zhou Qinglang followed her every step of the way, making her distressed and funny.

"Then you are here to watch me catch the water, be careful, hold the door, don't fall."

In the summer evening, both adjusting the water temperature, instructed Zhou Qinglang, who was leaning at the door.

Zhou Qinglang didn't know if he did not understand, a drunken blush floated on his face, causing the layer to disperse a lot with some gloomy and mature aura.

Xia Wan put his hands in the warm water, but looked at Zhou Qinglang with gentle eyes, and his heart was like the water in his hands, and joyful emotions flowed slowly.

When he brought the basins and towels to the living room in the summer evening, Zhou Qinglang also followed suit.

"Hey, sit here."

Xia Wanshuang commanded big friend Zhou Qinglang and let her sit on the sofa.

Zhou Qinglang sat on it obediently, waiting for Xia Wan's next move.

A warm towel covered Zhou Qinglang's face, and Xia Wan helped her to wipe it carefully, looking at those dark eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Zhou Qinglang shook his head, expressing his reluctance.

"Well, then don't close it, I'll be careful and wipe it for you."

Xia Wanshuang took the towel out of the water and wrung it out again, and wiped it again for Zhou Qinglang.

"Reach out."

Zhou Qinglang stretched out her hand, but when she doubled it in the summer evening, she clasped her hand.

Zhou Qinglang was taller than Xia Wan, and his hands were bigger than her. He wrapped Xia Wan's hands in his palms and rubbed them against his face.

Xia Wanshuang's heart almost melted, and kissed Zhou Qinglang's face.

Xia Wanshuang boiled a bowl of sober soup for Zhou Qinglang. Zhou Qinglang seemed unwilling to drink it. Under the eyes of Xia Wanshuang, he drank a little aggrievedly, but only drank a little, but he didn't want to drink it. Moved.

Xiawan had to feed it bit by bit, and he was forced to swallow a lot of hangover soup.

Sometimes Zhou Qinglang was entangled, and the hangover soup overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

It took a long time to feed Zhou Qinglang the hangover soup. In the summer evening, she took her pajamas, helped Zhou Qinglang take a bath, and changed her pajamas.

The drunk classmate Zhou Langlang especially cooperated. My sister asked to raise his arm and then turned around.

After doing all this, Xia Wanshuang took Zhou Qinglang to sleep.

Today they went out to play with Lin Qiushui for a day, and they took a little effort just now. Xia Wanshuang is not really 19 years old, not so energetic, and almost fell asleep shortly after hitting the pillow.

Intuition and premonition are often mysterious and mysterious things. It is not clear why, but sometimes it is terrible.

In the summer night, Shuang woke up in the night inexplicably, but felt cold next to him.

The other half of the bed didn't know when it was empty, Xia Wanshuang sat up in a panic and hurriedly turned on the light.

There was no one in the room. In the summer evening, Shuanglimara opened the door and saw a sitting figure in the living room.

"Langlang, you..."

Xia Wanshuang wanted to coax warmly, but when he approached, he looked at the situation through the moonlight outside the window, and his face changed.

"Zhou Qinglang, put down the things in your hand for me!"

Xia Wan sternly scolded, her voice trembling.

The moonlight stretched the girl's shadow, her eyebrows that were beautiful enough to be aggressive were dimmed, her black eyes were confused, and her forearms exposed in the air were beautifully lined, but at this moment there were a few hideous scratches.

The knife used to cut fruits in the living room was in her right hand, and the tip of the knife was dripping with blood, splashing on the white tiled floor, blooming blossoms of blood.

"elder sister…"

Zhou Qinglang seemed to wake up like a dream, she lost the knife in her hand at a loss, some wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to explain.

She looked at the wound in her hand irritably, but she was still bored in the end.

She looked at the ugly scar with blood flowing, and tugged at the corner of her mouth, quietly waiting for Xia Wanshuang's shocked questioning or other trials.

She is no longer the Zhou Qinglang in her sister's memory.

She is not the little girl that year at all. Would her sister still like her so crazy, ugly and uncontrollable?

Xia Wan did not turn on the lights, so he walked to Zhou Qinglang's side.

Zhou Qinglang didn't want to look at her, or he was avoiding herself.

Xia Wan squatted halfway in front of Zhou Qinglang, looking at the girl with a desperate and even self-deprecating expression, distressed to overflowing.

She didn't know how she would tell Zhou Qinglang that she really loved her, she could accept all her looks, she didn't know how to convince Zhou Qinglang.

How could she blame Zhou Qinglang or not understand her.

When she died, she was twenty-seven years old. She experienced everything and didn't panic when she lost her senses, because she was an adult.

Adults are always better at regulating emotions, and Zhou Qinglang was only sixteen years old when he was undergoing great changes.

The world deprived her of everything, changed it beyond recognition and forced her to accept it.

This is the fourth time Zhou Qinglang has worked hard. Xia Wanshuang knows that she has worked very hard and has worked very hard not to lose control.

She was afraid that the speed at which she could heal Zhou Qinglang's heart would not be able to keep up with the speed at which the wound opened, and she was afraid that there was a contradiction but she pretended to be nonchalant.

Sooner or later, there is going to be something wrong with the whitewashing of peace. Xia Wanshuang just wants them to be fine.

Xia Wanshuang picked up the knife on the ground and made up his mind.

"Sister, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Qinglang saw that hand picked up the knife and resisted the urge to **** it directly.

"Sister, you put the knife down first. I won't do this again. I'm just a bit messy today, but I won't be anymore! You put it down quickly!"

Zhou Qinglang shook his head towards Xia Wan, gently approaching, trying to take the knife from Xia Wan's hands.

Xia Wanshuang shook his head at her. At this time, it seemed that their roles had changed. It seemed that Xia Wanshuang was the one who broke, but Zhou Qinglang knew it was not.

"elder sister…"

Zhou Qinglang looked at Xia Wanshuang almost beggingly, hoping that she would not torture her in this way of hurting herself.

If this scar appeared on Xia Wanshuang's body, Zhou Qinglang would suffer thousands of times.

"Langlang, I don't know how I want to tell you my emotions, I can only tell you this way, how I feel."

Xia Wanshuang worked hard to smile at Zhou Qinglang, trying his best to keep calm.

In the face of some emotions, even if I can speak eloquently, even if my pen is brilliant, I still don't know what I mean and I can't write anything.

Only with the most sincere actions and heart-to-heart exchanges can we know that emotion.

"I know that such a move is stupid. I know I am forcing you, but I have to force you. I know that you are unlikely to be willing to go to the doctor, even if you are not willing to let go of your heart. There is only me. Can I walk in, right?"

Xia Wanshuang knows Zhou Qinglang too well, so she knows what kind of methods will work for Zhou Qinglang.

"I don't just like your good looks, good and bad, I accept them together."

"I said, I take full responsibility for you, so when will you not be so careful in front of me"

The tip of the knife cut through the skin, and the pain made Xia Wan Shuang's eyes burst into tears for an instant.

"It hurts so much, how can you do it?"

Xia Wanshuang looked at Zhou Qinglang's panic grabbing the knife in her hand, and asked softly.

"Zhou Qinglang, what you do to yourself in the future, I will do to yourself, do you understand?"

Look at love, it's so tricky and weird, it tastes like honey, it's poisonous, it can pierce the intestines, and it can even ignore pain and even life.

"If you love me, love yourself more."