"Ahh Stay back! At the sound of my own shouts, I sat up straight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His uncle's, it's another nightmare!

I looked at the time, it was only six o'clock in the morning, but the drowsiness was disturbed by the dream just now, so I simply put on my shoes, and the ghost sent me out of the room, only to find that the four ghosts at the door of the room had long since disappeared.

How could it be gone? Could it be that Chun Yu slaughtered away?

Hey, look at my head, it's dawn, how dare the ghost come out.

I wanted to knock on the door, but when I thought of Chun Yutu's haggard face, I took my hand back again, forget it, let him rest more.

So, I went back to the house to wash up and went downstairs to have breakfast.

After packing two drawers of xiaolongbao, I estimated that Chun Yutu, who was weak enough to eat, hummed a little song and entered the hotel, and the beautiful woman at the front desk in work clothes called out to me: "Mr. Yuan." ”

"Call me?" I froze, somewhat inexplicably.

"Mr. Yuan, Mr. Chun Yu has left, and he left you a note." With a signature smile on her face, the beautiful woman handed over a piece of sticky note with both hands.

"Oh, thank you." I took the note, only to see that it was written crookedly, "Gossip is not right." ”

What do you mean?

I watched it several times, and I was confused.

"Sir, is there anything you can help with?" The front desk saw that I had been immobile for a long time and called out.

"Oh, no." I was woken up by her, threw the note into the paper basket, and threw the xiaolongbao on the front desk: "The buns I just bought, eat them while they're hot." ”

"Thank you, sir." The front desk politely thanked me.

I quickly went upstairs to pack my things, in fact, there was nothing to pack, just tidy up my bag, then go out, take a taxi straight to the airport, and buy a ticket back to Hunan.

After getting off the plane, before two o'clock in the afternoon, I made a call to Han Baifa, but he didn't answer my phone, I guess he was scolding me over there, I didn't have the heart to figure out what he was doing, so I called Dajun and asked him to pick me up at the airport.

The army naturally couldn't help but be excited when he saw me, but I didn't have this nature, and I didn't talk nonsense with him, and asked him to send me to Han Baifa's villa.

Along the way, his car drove very fast, and he ran many red lights, which made me feel like I was on a boat, fluttering and leisurely, and after 40 minutes, the car stopped at the door of Han Baifa's villa.

I left the army waiting for me and walked in alone.

It's still a familiar décor, but in the middle of the hall, there is a coffin, and when I see the girl in the black and white photo in front of the coffin, I can't help but burst into tears.

Although I still have hope of recovering Han Xiaolin's soul, at this moment, my heart hurts very much, is this what it feels like to be separated by yin and yang?

I wiped my tears, forcibly suppressed my grief, and glanced down the hall.

I saw that in front of the coffin, there were two Taoist priests, an old man and a young man, chanting the scriptures, and Han Xiaolin's mother was sitting on the ground not far away, she was crying like a tearful person, her eyes were already high and swollen, and there were two old mothers who were comforting her.

Maybe she was so sad that she didn't even notice me coming in.

Han Baifa stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking, and there were already many cigarette butts spilled under his feet, and it could be seen that he had been standing there for a long time.

"Uncle Han, I'm here." I took a deep breath and walked straight over.

And my words were like a thunderbolt, which made the originally depressed Han mother's eyes turn red and pounced on me: "You return my daughter!" ”