【Vietnam.Los Angeles】

Late autumn

"Yo, Childe, you haven't been here for a few days. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "There was a reflection of a woman in the river, the veil on her arm swaying gently, and her voice was soft and a little provocative and shouted at a young man on the shore.

Standing on the shore was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a green shirt, when the woman waved at him. He was in a trance, he remembered that he had never been to this place, but when a woman raised her eyebrows charmingly. His face immediately had a graceful demeanor, and the fan in his hand opened to reveal the landscape painting on it.

"There are Yi people in the South Pavilion, just like a few flowers. North..."The man shook his head elegantly and chanted poetry, and was shaking his head when he was hit by the sound of "pop", and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Bei, you are big, grandson, didn't you say that you have never been to this place?" An old man's indignant voice sounded behind him, he leaned on the bamboo cane, withdrew the hand that slapped the young man's head, his chin rested on the top of the bamboo cane, and tilted his head as if looking at the girl beckoning on the second floor of the big ship, "Zifu, how can you say that you can come to such a place alone? Such a red dust place, if there is no weathered person with you, will you not fall into the dust forever?"

The woman on the boat with her veil wrapped around her arm covered her mouth and laughed softly when she saw an old man staring at her like this. She has seen a lot of elderly guests, but she has never seen them come with her grandson.

"Grandpa, I happened to be passing by. Take a walk, stay away from the world, and follow the teachings of the saints. The man called Zifu rubbed his beaten head, and when he saw his grandfather's expression of looking at a woman, he quickly closed his fan, his eyelids jumped, and he ran to grab his grandfather's arm, "Let's go, let's go back quickly, vulgar dust!

"Don't miss it when you pass by, I'm a mortal and don't read the words of the saints. You hurry back, and the creation of our family will depend on you. The old man pushed his grandson and knocked on the ground with his cane, "Don't pull me." ”

The people passing by on the shore couldn't help but smile when they saw it, Zifu was a man who had just come of age, his cheeks were red, and he spread out the hand he was holding his grandfather, "What is this called? You have lost all the face of our family." ”

The old man glared at his son-in-law, raised his hand and raised his cane as if he was about to fight.

The son-in-law retreated, and he didn't dare to go up and persuade his grandfather like this. In fact, there were only the two of them and a maid left in their family, whose mother had died six years ago, and his father he had never seen.

Usually the family is the old man in front of him, how dare he be disobedient.

"Go home, I have something to do. The old man frowned, raised his hand and waved.

"Insulting..."Ziwen looked at the passers-by around him, his face was flushed, and he was really embarrassed to say that this was his grandfather, which was more unsightly than having fun in Zhangtai.

The old man walked across the pontoon bridge on the water, and the woman stretched out her jade hand to hold the old man's hand with a smile.

The old man looked back at his grandson who was sighing and walked away, coughed with a bamboo cane, and looked at the sprinkling on the woman's arm, "Room A, looking for someone." ”

The woman holding the old man's hand shook, and a moment of sharpness appeared between her eyebrows and turned like silk, "Old man, you come with the little girl, I will serve you well today." ”

On the big boat, there were silk-like clothes on the railing, and there were brief sweet words between men and women. The two of them walked inward with the ship and stopped at a residence with the word "A" engraved on it.

The door was pushed open, and the woman walked away, pressing not far from the side of a man, in such a form that it became the eyes of the people around the room.

The old man walked in, and the back of a woman fell into his eyes.

The woman sat cross-legged by the makeup box, hooking her eyebrows with a green snail in front of the bronze mirror, and a star dress dragged on the ground, slightly revealing the snow-white ankles of the robe.

The door was closed, and the old man stood by the door and looked at the woman in front of the bronze mirror without speaking, his hand pressed on the bamboo cane.

"Should I call you Huo Qi or Master Shao Si Ming?" The woman stopped her hand and outlined her eyebrows, and slowly turned to look at the old man standing by the door, with a smile on her face that she had reunited, "Old friends haven't seen each other for twenty-four years, and you are old." ”

When the woman turned around completely, the old man's eyebrows were upside down, revealing an angry and horrified expression.

Just by a glance, he recognized the look that the woman had left him back then. Twenty-four years have passed, and the little girl who was with the star master Tuoba Pre-Su at the beginning did not have any traces of old age on her face, even if it was a Meizu who could live for about a hundred years, it was impossible for her appearance to change in the slightest in twenty-four years.

"Are you Qianjin?" the old man's eyes widened, staring at the woman deadly, and his scalp tingled for a while.

"Hehe, thank you for not forgetting me. Qian Jin giggled, and the whole person stood up barefoot, and the robe of the trailing land was completely unfolded at this moment.

The trajectory connected by the starcoat is a pair of large crossed wings, and the pale blue wings are topped by very small rotating stars.

"In the past twenty-four years, you have been using the blood of the merman?" the old man stared at Qianjin's face, and when he hesitated to speak, his back was already cold.

"Shao Siming, do you want to take a good look at my face, is it someone else's skin piece together little by little according to the outline of my face?" Qian Jin's eyes showed a strange look, and he approached the old man little by little, "I didn't put on a human skin mask to make you recognize my appearance today, but used a lot of human skin to piece together this original face of mine." ”

"You—" The old man staggered back with his legs, his face completely bloodless, and he looked at Qianjin's face, his gaze becoming more and more frightened.

A human skin mask that is completely pieced together according to the contours of the face requires dozens of people's faces, and little by little tailors piece it together, which is an extremely cruel thing.

"Didn't Shao Si Ming know me on the first day?" Chijin laughed.

"Brother Pre-Su should have killed you back then. The old man suppressed the fear in his heart, and tore off the silver-white chain from his chest, with pale blue crossed wings at one end of the chain, and a human skin letter on it, "Twenty-four years ago, your master and I were not members of the organization, what are you looking for me?"

"Isn't it written on it?" Qian Jin turned his back, not having a fluctuation in his heart because of the old man's previous words, "Your family can break away from the organization, but Huo Qi, as the young master of the Yin and Yang family, even if you die, you are still a ghost of the organization." ”