"Qingshui, why are you doing this to me?" Ren Ruocan murmured in a low voice, watching Qingshui fall to the ground in front of him. Qingshui did not answer Ren Ruocan, but looked at Qingfeng beside her, and with her last weak strength, she said cautiously: "Brother, I'm sorry."
The red spots of the afternoon sunset are as bright as human blood. This charming scene reminds people of the pure color sky many years ago.
Under the clear blue sky, three children were practicing sword practice on the top of the mountain and discussing with great interest what they would do in the future.
A girl with a bun face smiled and said: "I must be remembered by everyone in the world as Ren Ruocan." The boy with big eyes on the side said: "And I, Qingfeng." After the two of them finished speaking, they turned their heads to another girl who was silent. Ruocan patted her, "Qingshui, why didn't you say anything!"
"I'm very happy that people in the world can remember you two. I'm not good at school, so I have to hold you back when I go out to work." The girl named Qingshui said weakly.
Ruocan put his arm around Qingshui's shoulders carelessly, "Don't worry Qingshui, as long as I, Ruocan, are here, no one will dare to bully you and Qingfeng."
The sky was a pure blue with a few clouds floating by occasionally. Looking at this scene, they thought they would live like this for the rest of their lives.