The neat cheongsam is dignified and beautiful like never before, if the green silk is still there, if he can stand behind him and curl my hair, if ......

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It's been a few days since I woke up, and I'm still a little tired, but I don't want to lie down anymore. This person will get sick if he lies down for a long time.

The image in my mind stays on that picture.

I remember how panicked I was at the beginning, but now I don't care about it.

There are many times when things that seem scary and unbelievable on the surface are not as important as they seem. Those neglected details, bit by bit, get along, care, and trust, far outweigh unrealistic suspicion and temptation.

So this clear review is not to dwell on the things that shouldn't have been tangled in the first place, I have only one purpose, which is to find him. Since it is related to Shenlongmu, there is no need to be disturbed by inconsequential things.

That's why I'm dressed up so much today.

Back to the conversation 2 days ago:

"Feizi, are you awake?" The fat man was very happy to receive my call.

"Shenlongmu, is Shenlongmu still with you?" As far as the clearest part of my memory goes, I was anxious to know the whereabouts of the clues. And it was indeed Mu Yun's shopkeeper who personally handed over the box containing Shenlong wood to the fat man.

“…… Shenlongwood. The fat man hesitated, as if in recall, "That's right, I entrusted the old things from the past some time ago, and after a while I will auction them, you know, those treasures of mine are very valuable." Now that I've withdrawn, there's no point in keeping it, it's better to exchange it for some cash, and it will come in handy when the child goes abroad in the future. ”

"So, the dragon wood is in those old things?"

"If nothing else, it should be."

I need legal status to participate in the auction, but it was clear that I wasn't invited and didn't want to go in through the fat guys. Because what I'm going to do, involving her, is going to be more complicated. Although I no longer hate her, I still can't talk about the trust I had at the beginning.

Moreover, she already has a new life and no longer dwells on the past, so forget it.

Beijing Dongcheng Style Micro Park

The garden was quiet, there were no people, and there was no one in the eye, and there was no trace of popularity when it stepped over the arch and entered the inner courtyard. Right, where is it like an auction place? Shouldn't it be a buzz? Where did such a business come from?

Suddenly, I felt that it was rare to dress up carefully.

The environment is quiet, and people are easy to calm down, not just superficial pretending to be calm, but calm in the heart, not afraid of their own careful thinking, small tricks are discovered, but like passers-by who occasionally enter people's homes, quietly walk through the corridor, flower ladders, cloud pavilions......

Before I came, I only knew that it was one of the 44 well-preserved private gardens in Sijiu City, and I never thought that it would be so uninhabited.

I can't be mistaken about the time. Originally, I just wanted to take advantage of the flow of people to get in, but I didn't think that there would be no one, and it would be so easy to enter the door.

I went up the small building along the bamboo ladder, and there was nothing on the attic, only the slow sound of the gauze tent, the hook of hollow gold wire hung thinly, decorated with jade beads, there was a breeze blowing, and then the bell rang. Behind the gauze tent is a large carved wooden window, the shape of which is careless and regular, perhaps for the occasion of the literati, just like the name of this garden, so elegant...... Formula micro micro non-return......

I took off the embroidered stiletto heel, carried it with my hand, stepped on the window frame and walked out, and it was a long flower stand, and I didn't know where it led. Stepping barefoot, careful, no longer a common vine, it looks like a violet, it is actually open in winter, is there a hot spring in the house? Can't figure it out.

There is a creaking sound when the feet are stepped on it.

"Hey! This yard, how's that? Is it good-looking? My favorite is violets, varieties with modified genes, and they bloom all year round. I think you like that too, right? ”

A clear voice suddenly appeared, and he stumbled under his feet, almost falling.

I haven't seen anyone for a long time, and I didn't know that someone was talking, which was very surprising.

When I looked up, I saw a delicate young man, wearing a pink costume like a butterfly, not a Peking opera, not so colorful and gorgeous, very Qingyue.

I looked at his dress and said with a smile: "You are so sad and hateful for thousands of years, how can I live alone!" ”

He also raised his hand to fold the orchid and plum warp, "I swore to you before my death, and the earth will never be separated." ”

Yes, yes, that's Zhu Yingtai's costume.

"Fucha Yuelu."

"Cen Fei'er."

"I know, I've been waiting a long time."

It's the first time I've seen a boy wearing a girl's costume, but it's not too girly, it's not majestic, and it's not a comfortable feeling that can't be said, it seems that it should have been like that, without the slightest sense of peacekeeping.

He's special. Not counting the illustrious surname, just the person. I have a hunch that this won't be the last time we'll see each other.

"Can you explain it to me?" Sitting on the long collapse of his attic, I asked.

He looked at me and smiled, "I thought that after saying the last name, the Fei'er girl would have understood." ”

"I guess it's my guess, if I can get your answer, my heart will be much more sure."

He smiled and shook his head, got up and sat down by the window, with his back to me, looking at the mirror on the dresser, tracing his eyebrows with his fingers, and his phoenix eyes closed slightly.

"Let's talk about ......"

"The Ninth Master knows what I want, how to give it to me."

"That's yours, he left yours." His tone was flat, but when I heard him, my heart suddenly tightened.

Huan'er said that the ninth master didn't know his news...... I don't know him, if you can, can you tell me about it? The relationship between the two of them, I lost him, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it again......" I looked at the floor in a daze, I didn't think I would receive a response. Why is it that whenever someone might know the truth, it is so secretive, and no one wants to tell me, as if it is a taboo that cannot be touched.

"So you just want to know that."

"What do you mean?"

"Why does Huan'er have that thing? Have you never doubted? As he spoke, he turned around and broke my hand, and there was a piercing red circle, "This corpse is going so fast." If my old man is right, then this year will be your last winter. You said? If he knows, will he feel distressed? Don't you feel that your life should be cherished at all? ”

"I didn't." His expression was a little strange, I knew my own situation, I was questioned like this, I answered very carefully, for fear of startling him? I think I'm ridiculous.

"No?" His pupils dilated, his face became hideous, he grabbed me by the collar, and the buckles of the cheongsam began to loosen, and I suspected that if he let go, I would become disheveled. "You don't care yourself, why bother looking for him and letting him know how miserable you are? Is it to make him sympathize with you? It's sad. How could my brother be so confused. He let go of me, sat back, lost focus, tapped on the table, and then told me that it was a world that I had no access to, and that his story, his childhood, was the only time someone would tell me and let me get close to him......