Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 318
Qiu Shulan stood in the room corresponding to the gate of Qiu's villa, which was originally Zhang Yuxuan's bedroom and later turned into Qiu Qianxue's studio, leaning against the window quietly with a cup of cold coffee in her hand.

From the afternoon to the evening, she kept staring out the window, motionless as if unconscious, the hot coffee in her hand was completely cold, the porcelain cup changed from the temperature of warming hands to ice cold, seeping into the skin and spreading to all limbs .

She quietly watched Xia Panyun and Qiu Shumo's non-intense but dignified dispute downstairs; quietly watched Qiu Shumo resolutely turn around without even saying a word; quietly looked at the deep blue Seeing the dark car disappear in a puff of smoke; watching the door shut tightly for one person at this time of day; watching the night fall and the room behind her with no lights on...

The night was shrouded in darkness, the egg-white sky swayed from the corner of the eye, the spacious studio with no lights turned on was dark and gray, the curtains were rolled up by the wind blowing in from the small open window, and the corners of the curtains patted the white walls lightly and regularly, Like a farewell song, it is filled with a touch of melancholy and emptiness.

Everything is back to the beginning.

The difference is that through her hands, she has created many progressive emotional turning points for her brother and sister, and the insurmountable gap between them has been filled inch by inch in her hands.

Did you lose?
A mobile phone rang suddenly, echoing in the spacious and empty studio. The brisk tune made it difficult to tell whether it was happiness or sadness.

Qiu Shulan moved her almost unconscious fingers and moved her stiff limbs before answering the phone.

It was Mrs. Cen who called to thank her. Today, a friend said that the ceramic doll was beautifully made. From the phone, Mrs. Cen was very happy.

"...I know you don't like those jade and gold ornaments, but I don't have your hands so skillfully, why don't I write a letter to you, I can't compare to you..."

"no need."

Qiu Shulan interrupted her, because she didn't like to hear people laughing in her ear at this time, "Mrs. Cen, don't be so polite!"

The phone was hung up, and Mrs. Cen on the other end was a little stunned when she heard Qiu Shulan's slightly cold tone. Usually, Qiu Shulan was a little alienated from her, but that feeling was just a kind of "coolness". Why did she feel a little rejected today? What about the coldness of people thousands of miles away?
But Mrs. Cen didn't think too much, there were guests waiting for her to greet her.

"Xiao Luo, don't think too much these days, just live here and take care of yourself. See how much weight you have lost. Why torture yourself like this? There are always more solutions than problems."

Sitting opposite Mrs. Cen was Lin Zhongwei's wife, Xiao Luo. Xiao Luo looked better now than a few days ago, at least she didn't let herself down and wait for death.

It's just that the face that was well maintained before is still sickly, the eyes are no longer clear and transparent, like an old lady, they are gradually becoming cloudy, and they look very depressed.

The Qiu family was tight-lipped about Qiu Shulan's derailment, and Xiao Luo was unwilling to tell this kind of thing to make people laugh at her for being unable to control men, so Mrs. Cen only knew that Lin Zhongwei was in prison and Xiao Luo was forced to pay for debts. look.

When Xiao Luo begged her, she agreed without much hesitation.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Cen, you are the only one who is willing to help me at this time!"

Xiao Luo has also endured hardships. Once she was beaten back to her original form, her previous arrogance has all subsided. She is grateful from the bottom of her heart for Mrs. Cen's willingness to take her in when she was forced to run away by debts.

Mrs. Cen was the only one who was willing to take her in after Xiao Luo begged several families.

(End of this chapter)