Chapter 223: Who should I send paper money to?

Chapter 223 Who should I send paper money to?

Shen Nanwei.

In just an instant, the name flashed across Lu Jingzhi's mind.

Seeing that the person stopped talking, his eyes fell directly on his small basket, Yan Qingzhui raised his hand to block it with the wide hem of his clothes, his fingers holding the paper money were almost transparent, "Sorry, did I scare you? "

The voice was faint as if it came from the sky.

Nervous like a deer frightened branch, clearly heard the loneliness and depression in this voice.

Lu Jingzhi shook his head like a small electric fan, "No, I'm bold."

Even if she said so, Yan Qingzhui didn't let go of her clothes, not only that, but also thoughtfully moved a little to the side, blocking the white butterflies floating down with clustered and stretched lotuses.

Lu Jingzhi didn't know what to say for a while.

She wanted to cry a little.

"Don't be sad." The young man like Zhilan Yushu lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be soothing Lu Jingzhi.

"I just thought of something suddenly." Lu Jingzhi's voice was muffled, and his throat was a little blocked.

If her instincts are right.

If this boy is Shen Nanwei's son.

This means that the butterfly he released will never reach Shen Nanwei's side.

Because she died.

died in the hearts of all those who knew her well.

Xu Shulou didn't recognize her.

He wouldn't recognize her either.

Lu Jingzhi slightly raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

Her empathy skills are terrible.

It is impossible for her to understand the grief of others. She has compassion, but it does not mean she can empathize.

It's just not the same now.

She can empathize.

Because she too is a bereaved person.

Yan Qingzhui sighed softly, "Is it because I made the girl cry?"

"I'm just a little unhappy all of a sudden." Lu Jingzhi wiped away his tears roughly, "I want to go home."

"Come back after dawn tomorrow, it's too late tonight." After a moment of hesitation, Yan Qingzhui handed the small basket in front of her.

The bright moon condenses frost and snow.

After approaching, Lu Jingzhi smelled a light breath.

He smells like lotus.

But not only that.

If you have to describe it, it is - a lotus blooming in the ice and snow.

Lu Jingzhi stretched out his hand to grab a small stack of paper money, then paused again, scratching his head, "Who do I want to send some money to?"

Following her words, the painting style changed suddenly.

The lonely and gloomy atmosphere just now changed from stagnation to flow.

Tell the truth.

If she really wanted to send some money, she could only give it to herself.

But this is not a good look.

Hesitantly, he finally returned the stack of paper money to Yan Qingzhui, "I'll forget it."

Thinking of Shen Nanwei who should be satiated and falling into a sweet sleep at this moment, Lu Jingzhi added, "Otherwise, forget it—"

Yan Qingzhui didn't quite understand what she meant for a while, and the ending sound rose, "Huh?"

Lu Jingzhi touched his nose.

The sadness just now has been quickly replaced by her.

I always feel that this paper money has fallen into the water, which is not very friendly to my mother.

Although she believes in science.

However, the end of science is metaphysics.

"I just think that the lake water is cold, um, not, um, not very suitable for storing, um, storing currency. Yes, that's it."

"Okay." Yan Qingzhui really did not continue the previous action.

His hand was resting on the basket containing the paper money, and his wrist was quietly hanging on the edge, feeling inexplicably extremely fragile.

After a moment of silence, he said, "She left after falling into the water. I think the water should be able to help me send some things there."

The voice is very low, almost a whisper, the unique sharpness of a teenager is restrained, and the softness that belongs to this moment is full of loneliness.

Hearing Lu Jingzhi was very unpleasant.

(end of this chapter)