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When Long Night came back with Lan Jing, Lan Jing was followed by a man, with half-length hair draped over his shoulders, a red rope hanging from his left ear, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a crescent-shaped scar on the left eyebrow, and his eyes were also crescent-shaped. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as the man saw Lian Yan, he pounced on it very unimpressively, but was lifted and thrown aside by Lan Jing.

"Lian Xiaoyan, your brother bullied me." The man looked at Lian Yan aggrievedly, and his beautiful eyes were misty.

"Who is this little brother? I don't know. Lian Yan looked at the man with a smile, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that she was joking.

The man put away the mist, tilted his head and thought for a while, then threatened: "Lian Xiaoyan, do you remember your fifth birthday?" I have a picture of that time, um, I remember you were wearing a boy's little suit and you had ...... all over your face."

Before the man could finish speaking, he was covered by a flying Lian Yan. "Yan Xiaoze, let me tell you, if that photo is still there, I will pass on the one you wear in a skirt." Lian Yan said viciously, there was no malice in the words full of threats.

"When will I wear ......" Xia Yanze retorted when he broke free from Lian Yan's hand, but he quickly paused, his face gradually turned pale and darkened, he remembered, it was also that day, his father took a girl's skirt and put it on him, and he blamed him for being young and ignorant.

Seeing Xia Yanze's expression, Lian Yan was very satisfied, but he didn't forget his business. Immediately jumped up, patted his clothes, and asked, "Uncle Xia asked you to come?" ”

"Hmm." Xia Yanze was depressed, and was thinking about how to get the photo in Lian Yan's hand with a limited IQ.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something important, Xia Yanze said: "Lian Xiaoyan, the old man asked me to ask you a question 'Who are you', I think the old man is stupid, and even you don't know." Speaking of which, you haven't changed much over the years, although he hasn't seen you yet, how can the news brought by Lan Jing himself be fake. ”

Xia Yanze chattered for a while, not noticing that some of the few people present had changed their faces. Xia Yanze was actually wrong, he thought that Lan Jing knew Lian Yan very well, but he didn't know that Lan Jing couldn't be sure who the person in front of him was.

"Who are you?"

is a very straightforward question, but it also asks the voices of many people.

Lian Yan has a cousin named Lianqiu. The appearance of the two is eight or nine points similar, because they are often together, and Lian Yan's imitation is very strong, some small habits are almost the same, and the two people with different personalities are difficult to distinguish if they stand quietly. Now it is not impossible for Lian Qiuruo to appear as Lian Qiuruo, but a few years ago, one of the two girls died unexpectedly, so that now, no one is sure who the one who died back then was.

"Who am I?" The girl asked herself, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a very clean smile. "Is it really important whether it's Lian Yan or Lian Qiu? Xia Ren Mantra only needs to know that I am the same kind as him. ”

It's really rude, Xia Ren is an elder, how can he call his name directly. However, as a kind, girls don't need any honorific titles, and neither does Xia Renmantra.

As if the wind was blowing, Xia Yanze shrank his shoulders, as if he had a pair of eyes watching here, but Xia Yanze would not be afraid, because there were his sisters here, whether it was Lian Yan or Lian Qiu, he had to protect them, and he couldn't lose another one.

Hey, aren't you supposed to cheer? Aren't you supposed to hug? Why don't brothers and sisters who haven't seen each other for many years ask if they've been doing well? Why be silent about each other?

Is this the tacit understanding between you?

I don't know how long it took for Lan Jing to break the strange silence.

"Ling Qianluo is back."

Ling Qianluo, what an unfamiliar name, I haven't heard it for a long time, and when I think of it occasionally, I just have that naughty laugh in my mind. Tsk, I forgot what it looked like.

Lian Yan was a little annoyed, and waited for Lan Jing to continue with anger.

In this year, she got very little information about Ling Qianluo. Ling Qianluo, he seems to have been dead for many years, and few people remember his name when he mentions it. But Lian Yan knew that since that incident, he had gone to a place, a place far away.

Then, Lan Jing handed Lian Yan an envelope with a strange expression, "This is a friend who sent it to me." ”

Lian Yan took it suspiciously, wondering why Lan Jing gave it to her, and asked Lan Jing with his eyes, but Lan Jing avoided Lian Yan's eyes and didn't continue.

Lian Yan skillfully opened the envelope and took out the contents of it. Here are a few photos.

The first one is a very ordinary photo, a landscape photograph with the setting sun casting a faint red on the ground through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It can be seen that this is a room, the floor is covered with a white carpet, white and pure, without the slightest variety, but in this white, there is some red tape outlined in red, which is not drowned in the afterglow of the sun, but more dazzling. The blanket has a strange design, that is, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white fluff collapses, as if it is trampled by a pair of invisible feet.

Lian Yan didn't care, and continued to look down, but slowly, no longer calm, every photo was in this room, and she could conclude that there was another person in this room.

"What's going on?" Long Night asked, holding a photo.

In this photo, there is a bed, but the white quilt is bulging, and no one is in it.

Lan Jingyou handed Lian Yan a piece of paper and said, "Ordinary cameras can't capture his figure, this is painting." ”

It can be seen that the painter is very attentive, the good rice paper, and the fragrance of the pen and ink. In the painting, he is a person, a man who does not distinguish between male and female, with a delicate face like a celestial person, waist-length long hair with white ends, a slender body but not slender, and the corners of his mouth that are hooked up like a smile rather than a smile. It's hard to imagine that there really are such immortals in the world.

Lian Yan was stunned, this person was very familiar, but Lian Yan didn't want to admit who he was. I thought I had long forgotten what he looked like, but I was just deceiving myself, and at first glance, I still recognized who this person was, although he had changed a lot.

"Ling Qianluo, you really aren't dead yet." Even the mourners muttered to themselves.

"Ling Luoqian, where is Lian Di?" The man looked to be only about twenty years old, his slender eyes narrowed dangerously, his fair skin was painted with strange patterns, almost the same as on the carpet, and he had three silver earrings hanging from his left ear.

"A few days later, you attended a banquet as the acting head of the Ling family." Ling Luoqian replied to the question, without any respect for the person in front of him because he was the next head of the family, nor did he let go of his face because this person was his younger brother.

"She's back?" The man asked again.

"There is speculation that she may officially succeed to the throne at a bar mig. Ling Luoqian said.

"But you're all wrong, she won't, she won't sit in that position, at least not for the time being," the man laughed to himself. He knew Lian Yan very well, just as Lian Yan knew him very well, and there were many things on which they were surprisingly unanimous. "In five days, I will attend as scheduled, and no one will be allowed to approach until then."

Ling Luoqian was silent for a moment, and then responded, "Okay." ”

"Brother, can I ask you a question, where did you go all those years? When you come back, you've changed, not the same as before? Ling Qianluo stopped Ling Luoqian, who was leaving, and asked painfully.

"Qianluo, although it is not taboo, it is not something that you can touch now." After Ling Luoqian finished speaking, he withdrew from the room, he was afraid that he couldn't help it, and said everything, his younger brother should be clean, he just needed to hide under his brother's wings.

"Is it the same as Ling Shi?" The man looked at the door that had been closed and muttered. Her long hair hung down on the edge of the bed, and her body trembled slightly from excitement or fear.

Not far from here, a little girl held up her camera, and when she found that there was no one in the photo, she couldn't help but pout and throw the camera to the ground aggrievedly

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